<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:36:22.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...:::alpinePassion:::...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-5114225456065657410</id><published>2007-07-10T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:07:06.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xanga.com/foospimpalace&lt;br /&gt;i know the name is pimpin&lt;br /&gt;hahaha it's so GAY agh&lt;br /&gt;i still might come back to this ol blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-5114225456065657410?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5114225456065657410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=5114225456065657410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/5114225456065657410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/5114225456065657410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/07/xanga.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-6816896328235366384</id><published>2007-07-09T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:14:17.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got this off dreadcrumbs&lt;br /&gt;now you know why i detest fish[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen couldn't fully open her front door when she let me in because of the inert figure in the yellow rain slicker on her floor. I squeezed in through the available space and looked at the body.&lt;br /&gt;"Is he dead?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;"I think so," she says. "He stopped wheezing a little while ago."&lt;br /&gt;I walk around the body, trying not to touch it. His left sleeve is rolled up, exposing a large bloody spot on his forearm. &lt;br /&gt;"That couldn't have killed him," I say, nodding to the wound.&lt;br /&gt;"No," she says. "I didn't stab him, Mike, I hit him with the broom handle."&lt;br /&gt;"And it killed him?" I ask. "That's some broom."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm pretty sure he suffocated," she says. "I think I hit him in the gills."&lt;br /&gt;I pause, looking at her, and then close my eyes and groan.&lt;br /&gt;"Look at him!" she shouts, pointing. "Look at his lips!"&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes and look. They were puffy, maybe larger than normal, and a little blue. Probably like the lips of someone who had suffocated.&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the ground. "He's not a fish-man, Gwen," I say. "He's not."&lt;br /&gt;"He is!" she yells. "I knew you wouldn't believe me! I knew it!"&lt;br /&gt;She runs out of the room and into the kitchen, slamming the door on her way.&lt;br /&gt;"Look, Gwen!" I call. "It doesn't matter what he is! We need to..."&lt;br /&gt;There is a loud clang, and I'm pretty sure she's thrown a saucepan at the door.&lt;br /&gt;I look back at the body, trying to figure out how I'm going to dispose of what looks like a 200 pound corpse, when the odor I'd thought was the residue of Gwen's dinner suddenly intensified. I turn to see Gwen standing in front of the kitchen door with plate of ham and a fork.&lt;br /&gt;"I knew you'd do this," she says, walking toward me. "I knew it, so I took a piece."&lt;br /&gt;"Gwen," I say. "What did you do?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eat," she says, holding out the plate. I can see a few crispy hairs poking out from the surface of the meat. "Eat, and tell me it doesn't taste like fish." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm friggin exhausted. i do nothing all day, yet i'm tired. i'm bored out of my mind too. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="15"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="15"&gt;DENISE&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="15"&gt;&lt;3.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RpET7UQCnUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BXx_oRdmsKk/s1600-h/retard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RpET7UQCnUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BXx_oRdmsKk/s320/retard.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084867364047199554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got your retarded face here ahhaaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-6816896328235366384?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6816896328235366384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=6816896328235366384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/6816896328235366384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/6816896328235366384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-got-this-off-dreadcrumbs-now-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RpET7UQCnUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BXx_oRdmsKk/s72-c/retard.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-225190276612594785</id><published>2007-07-08T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T18:32:42.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to: nothing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing: this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the phone brand?&lt;br /&gt;-Nokia 7390&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What are the last 3 digits of your phone number?&lt;br /&gt;-413&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What does the 2nd message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;-Today is the international day for people with special needs. Please send an encouraging message to a retarded friend, just as I’ve done. I don’t care if you lick windows, interact with farm animals, sniff tires or occasionally shit on yourself. You hang in there monkey!&lt;br /&gt;[I hate you zach]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. Who is the first person who comes up under the letter N?&lt;br /&gt;-natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the last person you rang?&lt;br /&gt;- yuki yesterday night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was your last missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;- denise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the 2nd person who comes up under D?&lt;br /&gt;- darren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does the 3 oldest message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;- REBECCA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who comes up under J?&lt;br /&gt;-jennifer lopez, Jessica, jia hui, jia yi, jiali, Jocelyn, joel, joey, jowinee, juani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10. Go to your sent items- what does the 10th message say?&lt;br /&gt;- I’m asking denise I think she knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who is the 4th person who comes up under S?&lt;br /&gt;- SAM YAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is your network provider?&lt;br /&gt;- Starhub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How many messages are currently in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;- 798&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you have as your background?&lt;br /&gt;- mel and I licking smth brown 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A - Who is the 2nd person who comes up under R?&lt;br /&gt;- Rachelchristineliew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Fourth and Fifth coming up under D?-&lt;br /&gt;dawn, denise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - first coming up on G?&lt;br /&gt;-gen seow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you have on speed dial 3?&lt;br /&gt;gret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you are on Pay as you Go, how much credit do you have?&lt;br /&gt;- I don’t have that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is the first person that comes up under C?-&lt;br /&gt;celine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How many bars of signal do you currently have?&lt;br /&gt;- one hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What do you have as your main ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;my brother snoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True or False?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearance:&lt;br /&gt;I'm short: false.&lt;br /&gt;I have scars: true.&lt;br /&gt;I tan easily: true.&lt;br /&gt;I burn easily: true. [sizzzzle]&lt;br /&gt;I wish my hair was a different color:&lt;br /&gt;false&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who have never seen my&lt;br /&gt;natural hair color: false.&lt;br /&gt;I wear glasses or contacts: true.&lt;br /&gt;I have 4 or more piercing: false.&lt;br /&gt;I have/had piercing in places besides&lt;br /&gt;my ears: false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;I miss someone right now: true.&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten divorced: false.&lt;br /&gt;I've had a crush on a teacher: false.&lt;br /&gt;I've hugged a stranger: false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassment:&lt;br /&gt;I've laughed so hard I've cried: true.&lt;br /&gt;I've glued my hand to something: true.&lt;br /&gt;I've laughed till a beverage came out&lt;br /&gt;of my nose: true.&lt;br /&gt;I've had my pants rip/drop in public:&lt;br /&gt;false.&lt;br /&gt;I was born with a disease/impairment:&lt;br /&gt;false.&lt;br /&gt;I've sat in a doctor's office with a&lt;br /&gt;friend: false.&lt;br /&gt;I've had my wisdom teeth removed:&lt;br /&gt;false.&lt;br /&gt;I've had a serious surgery: false.&lt;br /&gt;I've had chicken pox: true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences:&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten lost in a city: true.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a shooting star: false.&lt;br /&gt;I've wished on a shooting star: false.&lt;br /&gt;I've gone out in public in my pajamas:&lt;br /&gt;true.&lt;br /&gt;I've pushed all the buttons on an&lt;br /&gt;elevator: true.&lt;br /&gt;I've been to a casino: true.&lt;br /&gt;I've been skydiving: false. &lt;br /&gt;I've played spin the bottle: true.&lt;br /&gt;I've drank a whole gallon of milk in&lt;br /&gt;one hour: false.&lt;br /&gt;I've caught a snowflake on my tongue:&lt;br /&gt;true.&lt;br /&gt;I've sat on a roof top at night: true.&lt;br /&gt;I've played chicken: true.&lt;br /&gt;I've played a prank on someone: true.&lt;br /&gt;I've ridden in a taxi: true.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture&lt;br /&gt;Show: false.&lt;br /&gt;I've been skiing: true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;I own something I got on E-BAY: true.&lt;br /&gt;I've stolen a tray from a fast food&lt;br /&gt;restaurant: false.&lt;br /&gt;I watch the news: sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I swear regularly: false.&lt;br /&gt;I sing in the shower: false.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a morning person: false.&lt;br /&gt;I am a sports fan: false.&lt;br /&gt;I've worn pajamas to school: false.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at my own jokes: true.&lt;br /&gt;I am really ticklish: not saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;I play video games: false.&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at remembering names:&lt;br /&gt;false.&lt;br /&gt;1.Song playing at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;; No song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Reasons for living?&lt;br /&gt;; can’t think of any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;; er ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ever donated blood?&lt;br /&gt;; nope and I don’t plan to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favourite colour(s)?&lt;br /&gt;; purple, blue, red,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Accessories you usually wear?&lt;br /&gt;; Earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. One song to describe heartbreak in&lt;br /&gt;the past?&lt;br /&gt;; dunno (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last place you went to?&lt;br /&gt;; church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last person you went out with?&lt;br /&gt;; gret [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most exciting sport?&lt;br /&gt;; volleyball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ever had a baby?&lt;br /&gt;; a baby doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Movie you want to watch?&lt;br /&gt;; Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Any piercing?&lt;br /&gt;; yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The most romantic gift?&lt;br /&gt;; an all expense paid cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Acted on stage before?&lt;br /&gt;; mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;16. Struck by lightning before?&lt;br /&gt;; no, stupid &lt;br /&gt;17. Danced with your loved ones before?&lt;br /&gt;; Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Ever wished you could turn back the&lt;br /&gt;time?&lt;br /&gt;; Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What would you do if you woke up&lt;br /&gt;one day to find yourself to be with&lt;br /&gt;someone from the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;;eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. One song that's meaningful to you?&lt;br /&gt;; here in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Last person you met for the first&lt;br /&gt;time?&lt;br /&gt;; can’t recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What will you be doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;; school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Ever thought of robbing a bank?&lt;br /&gt;; like michael did? Yea man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. One thing you totally regret&lt;br /&gt;doing/done recently.&lt;br /&gt;; dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do people like you?&lt;br /&gt;; hell yes. hahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the last game you played&lt;br /&gt;on the computer?&lt;br /&gt;; dressup games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.The colour of your mobile phone?&lt;br /&gt;; Black, bronze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you hate someone at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;; You bet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What do you wish to happen now?&lt;br /&gt;; fly to America, eat krispy kremes, exams to end, December to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you ate pizza?&lt;br /&gt;; last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Ever been given a ring?&lt;br /&gt;; Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do people think you're weird?&lt;br /&gt;; I think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Movies now showing that you hate?&lt;br /&gt;; I rarely hate them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Most important thing in your room?&lt;br /&gt;; My bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Last movie watched?&lt;br /&gt;; I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;36. Last television show watched?&lt;br /&gt;; prison break&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you smile a lot?&lt;br /&gt;; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Ever called a person useless?&lt;br /&gt;; Yeah. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Are you good at hiding your&lt;br /&gt;feelings?&lt;br /&gt;; Not really sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What does the seventh message in&lt;br /&gt;your text inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT TO TELL YOU! Heh on mon at 230, this guy from the band shop will come teach you and me how to use new tuners which have some extra function then we have to find time to teach the band heh. He’s delivering the new tuners that we ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you kissed somebody in the past&lt;br /&gt;two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;my dog &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who's the last person that came to&lt;br /&gt;your house?&lt;br /&gt;property agent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who lives in a pineapple under the&lt;br /&gt;sea?&lt;br /&gt;spongebob squarepants [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the last thing that you&lt;br /&gt;drank?&lt;br /&gt;watermelon juice&lt;br /&gt;6. What time did you get up today?&lt;br /&gt;900am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is the fifth missed call in your&lt;br /&gt;phone?&lt;br /&gt;gret&lt;br /&gt;8. Who is one person you can't stand&lt;br /&gt;from school?&lt;br /&gt;cherlynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What grade did you get in algebra?&lt;br /&gt;algebra 2 : an A like duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the last person to comment&lt;br /&gt;you on friendster?&lt;br /&gt;joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is there anyone you would like to&lt;br /&gt;fight?&lt;br /&gt;violence is not the solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What were you doing before this&lt;br /&gt;survey?&lt;br /&gt;watching tv, eating ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who did you dance with last?&lt;br /&gt;Dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever been caught doing&lt;br /&gt;something you weren't supposed to?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Song playing?&lt;br /&gt;No song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could have one wish what&lt;br /&gt;would it be?&lt;br /&gt;for ten more wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What color are your shoes?&lt;br /&gt;which?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you know what tofu is?&lt;br /&gt;Duhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever eaten it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Where is the weirdest place you&lt;br /&gt;have slept?&lt;br /&gt;In a jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who were you with last night?&lt;br /&gt;grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you want to go back to high&lt;br /&gt;school?&lt;br /&gt;I am already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who/What is your enemy?&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How long until your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;it’s passed, slowpoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you or have you ever read Cosmo?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Where were you three hours ago?&lt;br /&gt;church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you wash your car or let the car&lt;br /&gt;wash do it?&lt;br /&gt;I dont own a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What do you think of Paris Hilton?&lt;br /&gt;long nose&lt;br /&gt;31. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;gray &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Britney or Christina?&lt;br /&gt;christina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you want platinum or gold for&lt;br /&gt;your wedding band?&lt;br /&gt;silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you ever paid to have your&lt;br /&gt;eyebrows waxed?&lt;br /&gt;not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What did you do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;youth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Are you bored right now?&lt;br /&gt;obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Have you ever flashed someone?&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. How many children do you want to&lt;br /&gt;have?&lt;br /&gt;2. but kids are problematic &lt;br /&gt;39. What scares you the most?&lt;br /&gt;a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Republican or Democrat?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. How many people on your top friends&lt;br /&gt;do you know in real life.?&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you think that the tobacco&lt;br /&gt;companies should pay for people's&lt;br /&gt;medical bills?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Who did you ride in a car with last&lt;br /&gt;besides family?&lt;br /&gt;bryan, matthew, jeanette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Last time you went out with your&lt;br /&gt;immediate family members?&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, im really bored geez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-225190276612594785?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/225190276612594785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=225190276612594785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/225190276612594785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/225190276612594785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/07/listening-to-nothing-doing-this-1.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-63649340719968056</id><published>2007-06-30T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:14:17.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm gonna miss sitting by this bitch called kayn chew. &lt;br /&gt;oh well i love your french braids and i'm gonna miss you doing my chinese homework. which reminds me you need to help with those two hol compos i have. heh.  ILOVEYOU! even though you're so sarcastic :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr lee was looking so damn aroused. :O&lt;br /&gt;youth day concert was fab. mel and i made a beautiful balloon hat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Ropo_8rmVZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SKNBDMMsrZc/s1600-h/Image164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Ropo_8rmVZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SKNBDMMsrZc/s320/Image164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082990577271068050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course she did the flower because i'm really handicapped in balloonmaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so gret stayed over for three days.&lt;br /&gt;rented and watched the messengers with her. it was somewhat scary but grrreat &lt;br /&gt;then we talked for three hours. till 4:30 in the morning :S about thought provoking stuff. not gossip &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday was &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RoppaMrmVaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QzLcrCw9Sdw/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RoppaMrmVaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QzLcrCw9Sdw/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082991028242634146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i caught tessa in her loverly dress! and denise ong trying to hide but failing miserably&lt;br /&gt;you made my bed stink of feet oh man.&lt;br /&gt;haha i bought a dress from zara, can't wait to wear it sunday. stupid lah nancy drew and transformers.&lt;br /&gt;melissa mak, haha i hope we get into the same jc or something.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking sa. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-63649340719968056?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/63649340719968056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=63649340719968056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/63649340719968056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/63649340719968056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-gonna-miss-sitting-by-kalyn-chew.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Ropo_8rmVZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SKNBDMMsrZc/s72-c/Image164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-4232492967431963395</id><published>2007-06-26T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T01:40:51.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel really suffocated.&lt;br /&gt;why can't you just leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;i hate you breathing down my neck, so annoying&lt;br /&gt;plzzzz piss offff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well school again.&lt;br /&gt;leejw again. this time with a huge pimple haha.&lt;br /&gt;me and makmak are all geared up! [i hope]&lt;br /&gt;we always screw up halfway though. :P&lt;br /&gt;prison break is getting draggy now. agh suspense gives me ants in the pants.&lt;br /&gt;i love ice cream!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-4232492967431963395?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4232492967431963395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=4232492967431963395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/4232492967431963395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/4232492967431963395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-feel-really-suffocated.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-2630439287969336020</id><published>2007-06-17T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T01:13:14.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anw, i'm back from obs! &lt;br /&gt;how was it, well i hated and loved it i guess. &lt;br /&gt;first day was mostly admin stuff, checking of stores, viewing the place [fortunately i was one of the lucky ones to get camp one 8D] and we did basic belaying. camp one people got to eat in the canteen for the most but i preferred the food we cooked. &lt;br /&gt;sleeping in tents was friggin hot. i swear i sweat like a pig. &lt;br /&gt;tuesday we had rock climbing and i did the double dangle thing with amanda quek, hey we make a pretty neat team. it was scary. no joke. because of the instability mostly. the harness cut into my arse so it hurt a lot agh. haha. then we trekked to our campsite near the beach. we took around an hour i guess but it was torture. carrying that backpack with a crapload of stuff nearly killed me. &lt;br /&gt;shared a tent with some really horny people. :O thank God i brought my sleeping bag along.(: oh yea my watch was Marshall, with jowinee, vino, jeannette, shixuan, kalyn, serene, kristie, charlotte, joyce, cherlynn, amanda, raihan, song yang and huiqi this ego freak. we had two kinda cool instructors, bibiana and yen leng. &lt;br /&gt;then there was nightwatch duty. lol we had to keep a look out for stray dogs and guess what, wild boars. HAHAH. saw some boar tracks. but no boars. except for serene. jayykayy. [:&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was land expedition. trekking the whole day. i was the only one wearing shorts cus i totally underpacked so i got bitten a few times. agh i can't believe i took ryan's advice. i mean, ryan? he said he went trekking in shorts and found dead mosquitos clinging for dear life to his leg hair. ew. &lt;br /&gt;but bug bites wasn't the worst. the load was so damn heavy. i toggled back and forth with the backpack and the tent and a million waterbottles with kalyn. oh yeah we had to use their kind of waterbottles. so filthy man. trekked to camp two, which took eons. i think i sprouted new muscles after that. i'm serious, it was pure hell. tiring x1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000. it wouldn't have been possible with some of us encouraging though. i really appreciated those in front leading. like serene and cherlynn. though i wish cherlynn would learn to shut up. &lt;br /&gt;trekking makes you toned, tan and tired. &lt;br /&gt;reaching camp two was rewarding though. bathing was heavenly. cleanliness is an important part of my life, see. XD good thing i brought disposable undies, haha!&lt;br /&gt;guys nowadays are getting real desperate, it's disgusting. my friend told me at ns they ask each other three questions. 1) got girlfriend? 2) got sister? 3) how old?&lt;br /&gt;please omg. some were at camp two and were swooning over crescent watches. it was so bad we were instructed to go in fours for bathroom trips. &lt;br /&gt;serene and kristie are the best man. telling ghost stories to them is sheer entertainment. their expressions are priceless.:) &lt;br /&gt;and i wish cherlynn would shut up. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thursday was sea expedition. it wasn't much of an expedition though. just kayaked around and capsized and rescued each other. there wasn't enough time to kayak around the island. ): i couldn't rescue anyone cus i was using the single kayak. saw jellyfish swimming around, :D &lt;br /&gt;i got sunburnt though. haha.&lt;br /&gt;trekked back to camp one and cooked our last meal together. i bet everyone loved my mushroom soup! hahahah. bonding was really great, especially all the fun times i had with my marshall mates.;) thursday night was the bomb man. i screwed drawing bibi's face with red cheeks. we laughed A LOT. and especially at song yang. yknow i wouldn't have talked to her at all if not for obs. even though we see each other at band so often. she's a really nice friend.&lt;br /&gt;friday was clearing of the stores, scrubbing of tents, flysheets, groundsheets. we lost a whistle haha. distributed our rations to bring home. o yeah they had MILO packets! i was pretty satisfied with that hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;obs has taught me lotsa things. the experience and friends was grrreat. :D&lt;br /&gt;and our theme shark attack song. omg haha. i really appreciated my parents cleaning up after me. though i blantantly denied it once i reached home. in obs you have to work together a lot otherwise accomplishing stuff can be kinda hard. i miss it now! haha. pitching tents is kinda fun if you think bout it now. the memories! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;okay so now im down with a sore throat and fever. &lt;br /&gt;skipped tuition today:). i just finished another movie, fantastic four. it was pretty ok. the first one was better. they always are. &lt;br /&gt;my dad's flying to america tmr. rhode island. i wish he knew how to go shopping at claire's. &lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't mind going for obs again. maybe the 21 day one. a month without tv mann. but maybe not.:D &lt;br /&gt;i love my bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-2630439287969336020?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2630439287969336020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=2630439287969336020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2630439287969336020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2630439287969336020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/06/anw-im-back-from-obs-how-was-it-well-i.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-8743407984226857308</id><published>2007-06-09T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T20:48:10.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's this girl from my church called pearline and just this morning gret called me and she was crying really bad because i don't know how to say this but well she's dead. she jumped off a building last night. her mom said she had 2 main problems; studies and friendships. she doesn't have much friends from what i heard and gret and i have been asked to talk to her more often. i mean we could have helped her with both problems i could have helped her with both and i didn't bother to make an effort. what sort of person does that make me? i don't even try, and when i even say hi to her i pat myself on the back. i just wanna befriend her now and it's not like i didn't know she tried to kill herself before. the first time it was sleeping pills and the second was by slashing her wrists. i might just maybe stopped it. you know what, the first thing i'm gonna do when i get to heaven is ask her forgiveness. and now i'm gonna ask for God's. i know exactly what i didn't do and couldn't do. i can't believe she's dead, like dead dead. like there's a body to collect. which my pastor just did. he went with her parents to buy a coffin. it's so surreal. i still can't quite believe it. i just saw her last week. and now she's in eternity. &lt;br /&gt;she was really stressed over friendships because she hardly hung out with anyone. and i'm so selfish, taking her for granted, thinking there was always uncle eric or song to talk to her. and her parents keep comparing her with her older sis. on academic stuff. so what if you don't do as well as others, i mean everyone has talents. not necessarily academic. like oh big sin, you failed two more subjects than your sis. please. -.- &lt;br /&gt;but i really hope she's with God now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-8743407984226857308?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8743407984226857308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=8743407984226857308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/8743407984226857308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/8743407984226857308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/06/theres-this-girl-from-my-church-called.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-2390807294294550419</id><published>2007-06-09T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T01:19:55.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so i feel really full now. haha pineapple rice. anyway went to watch ocean's 13 with nick. he wanted shrek but i saw it with anne that day after her ahem dental. &lt;br /&gt;back to dinner. oh yeah the pineapple rice was really .. nvm. my stomach hurts. and my migraine's back because of the popcorn. :/ i bought a happyhouse pillow just before the show started cus i forgot to bring my sweater. think brrrrrrrrrrrr.. later discovered it was a floor pillow. hah. maybe i'll give it to my dog for a bed. well the movie was funny(:  i thought it was gonna be boring at first. cus i didn't watch 11&amp;12. that's the same for potc. haha. nearly drove gret nuts asking what was going on for the most part during #3.  &lt;br /&gt;so far i've been spending a lot on movies. pretty stupid if you ask me. maybe i should stick to renting dvds and watching at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lately, i've been trying to change my mindset. change my criticism towards my brother. i should give in more to him. he always gives way to me even though i'm older. i suck at being a big sis. :( in a lot of ways hah. we've been fighting over stupid petty issues. seriously petty ones. and most of the time it's me initiating all the arguments. agh. but now i think he's forgot about it. haha. we fight and for the next five minutes it's cold war. then suddenly, "what movie you rented today ah?"&lt;br /&gt;it's all forgotten just like that. weird huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really worried about mel. &lt;br /&gt;but you know what, you have me. i'm trying to help but i can't seem to offer constructive advice. &lt;br /&gt;it's great that you can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but what about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? what if they need the arms or something like that? you can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. you just can't. you have to do things.&lt;br /&gt;right now just commit to God. sometimes he only can comfort you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching Pee Wee Herman's Big Adventure now. it's like 1:11 am. gosh my holiday hw is gonna murder me. was talking to jessica online yesterday and basically we reminisced a lot. and her boyfriend problems hahah. ok i'm mean. but i mean, typical american preps? she was really nice to me when i was there though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris sent me a letter! all the way from chesapeake, va. haven't read it yet. maybe tmr cus after tv i'll probably sleep. don't wanna get eyebags. like fatcheeks's! haha im kidding la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-2390807294294550419?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2390807294294550419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=2390807294294550419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2390807294294550419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2390807294294550419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-so-i-feel-really-full-now.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-2960602961869546554</id><published>2007-06-06T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:52:07.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLY MOLY i've got my period! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hallelujah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-2960602961869546554?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2960602961869546554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=2960602961869546554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2960602961869546554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2960602961869546554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/06/holy-moly-ive-got-my-period-d-d-d.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-4087347496812441331</id><published>2007-06-05T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:07:10.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear menses, &lt;br /&gt;please come either tomorrow or not at all until two weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to use a bloody tampon during obs D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hairspray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-4087347496812441331?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4087347496812441331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=4087347496812441331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/4087347496812441331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/4087347496812441331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-since-todays-5th-of-6th-month-of.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-5257514590724678235</id><published>2007-05-25T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T14:07:39.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't blogged in quite a while already. mid-years are over, i did fairly horrible, like all my grades took a plunge, my prison break season one is gone, and i don't feel motivated to study/mug during the holidays. please. it's not even a holiday. look at the amount of homework and free time we have. ratio of 100000:0.00001. yep that bad. &lt;br /&gt;then there's obs and camps. mann i want to go back to america. i miss krispy kremes, tba! :O, crystal and chandler. and claires! zomgzzz. and &lt;b&gt;CHUCK E CHEESE'S&lt;/b&gt;. still remember how we used to play at the huge playground in my cul-de-sac and get splinters all the time. heh. and the stupid makeovers i had to endure during sleepovers. &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; P.E. yes, pe. just picture hiding in the smelly locker room, with people slapping eyeshadow eyeliner foundation on your face. sounds fun uh.&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine they have summer break of three months?? well maybe that's because a year of sch ends for them. still, 3 months? i really wanna escape school and band. hah. well i guess instead of trying to find a way out, i should focus on making my way through. the dreaded june hols. i've never liked them before. not because there's nothing to do, but basically you're so busy it's nuts. i have to fufill all my obligations by visiting grandparents, homework, homework, study chem/bio/amath/emath, band[i'm the qm now. haha that's the post i didn't want the most but whatever], church camp/youth camp[i might be skipping youth ):].&lt;br /&gt;when you hit a certain point in your life there will be one moment that will change you forever. it will define your life. you will remember things based on before and after this moment. then the memory will be attached to you like a lock with a forgotten combination. stuck with you until someone figures it out. well mainly, until you figure it out. until then we all will suffer from being misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've reached that point already? i've gone through a lot of happysad stuff for the past few weeks. it's a long story and i mean really long. haven't talked to anyone about it except gret. she's the only one who can really understand because i guess we have so much in common. like all our troubles are identical. haha. over the course of the average lifetime you meet a lot of people. some of them stick with you through thick and thin. some weave their way through your life and disappear forever. but once in a while someone comes along who earns a permanent place in your heart. she already has. dunno how to phrase it in words. you just know it yet you can't explain. we're together in the mini orchestra too. omg. that reminds me. at the rate we're playing i hope we won't have to perform this sunday? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to tan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-5257514590724678235?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5257514590724678235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=5257514590724678235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/5257514590724678235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/5257514590724678235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-havent-blogged-in-quite-while-already.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-6432243796535582553</id><published>2007-05-05T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T10:25:52.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>emath s u c k e d.&lt;br /&gt;haha i think im gonna flunk it. i mean, there wasn't enough time to practice. or maybe my exam planning was faulty. yep it was. now left with chem, geog and amath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a break from mugging and went to watch spidey 3 after staying with anne in the library [and eating the powder from 4 milo packets?? agh major stomachache]. it was pretty good, except james franco[harry] got disfigured and had to die later on. the part tobey maguire became emo was REALLY FUNNY. &lt;br /&gt;got home at 11:45. originally i was planning to study some, but i fell asleep instantaneously; after studying up tiil 2 plus for the past three consecutive days, you'd be shagged too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well i think i'd better start on chem. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-6432243796535582553?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6432243796535582553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=6432243796535582553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/6432243796535582553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/6432243796535582553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-1547109880944460990</id><published>2007-05-01T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:14:17.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyway, this is for you denise(: cheer up ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RjcBEDYCJjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WV0JvdSPOYI/s320/yo+mama.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059513875511256626" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-1547109880944460990?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1547109880944460990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=1547109880944460990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/1547109880944460990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/1547109880944460990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-today-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RjcBEDYCJjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WV0JvdSPOYI/s72-c/yo+mama.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-1617815557630830390</id><published>2007-04-29T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T15:56:27.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;secret mugger on hiatus.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whaddya expect. you call me a secret/closet mugger. &lt;br /&gt;after all, i have to live up to my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myes here i come!&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh goshhh i just loooooooooove studying mann!&lt;br /&gt;let's be nerdy together and speak log and read and memorise facts 24/7 even if it means doing it in the toilet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avogadro's constant is recurring in my head like a neverending mantra right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be spending my birthday with my 8 most favourite people in the whole world; chemistry, biology, geography, literature, amath, emath, social studies, and chinese.&lt;br /&gt;look at the many lovely friends i have&lt;br /&gt;wahoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-1617815557630830390?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1617815557630830390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=1617815557630830390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/1617815557630830390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/1617815557630830390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/04/secret-mugger-on-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-5156527394435282037</id><published>2007-04-17T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:03:46.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/18134671/?GT1=9246&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's so scary. ashley, crystal and i used to drive past virginia tech few times a week. plus i've walked along there before. thank God i'm back in singapore now. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crezawards was disgusting. waste money waste time. the sec one girls who were flashing their panties won first in the dance group category [for once the china scholars' items were so much more entertaining i tell you]. i mean the dancers looked so primary schoolish and they were dancing to toxic and girlfriend. soo not a pretty sight. mel and i were so late; went to town and then waited for the damn 111 for so long. [: sorry junneng and your two friends. saw felix and said hi. and jennhao. saw tessa's =D and the both of them are so cute together. mel and i felt a little envious, but who wouldn't? (: after the performances they left for swensens then mel and i took countless pictures and managed to snap one with paul twohill. i think we're the &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt; ones who got a shot with him. hoho. because he was rushing off with nurul and somebody else. he was so cute, saying smth like "my hair is messyyyyy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bandj's freewflow today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. it seems to me that the best relationships, the ones that last, are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. you know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before, like a switch has been flicked somewhere, and the person who was just a friend is suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with. yeah i can wait for my &lt;i&gt;pohchee&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-5156527394435282037?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5156527394435282037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=5156527394435282037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/5156527394435282037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/5156527394435282037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-3525115571230052243</id><published>2007-04-12T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:14:18.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've injured my back from doing long jumps and chin ups yesterday. haha i feel like a handicap lounging on my pig bean bag. &lt;br /&gt;i bought another pair of havaianas because of my friggin blisters. i couldn't take it anymore. now i've sprouted one more on my left big toe. it's like a ripe red toma&lt;i&gt;toe&lt;/i&gt;.  [get the pun? anyway]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crescent girls' school symphonic band got a GOLD! &lt;br /&gt;imagine the compere had to move to the other end of the conference hall because of our screams. everyone was hysterical; i guess because we were so expecting a silver. the judges were way stricter this year too. hey so maybe since all of the judges were brass players, they loved da pacem after hearing our awesome fhorns and trombones in the opening and since they didn't know a thing about woodwinds they thought we were so pro. haha nah. we definitely aren't a by-luck gold. :D :D &lt;br /&gt;today's the sec four farewell and i'm going to miss it because of my back. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rh3JXTQ101I/AAAAAAAAAGE/W5gaDO7HlmA/s320/DSCF0939.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052415759124648786" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rh3LpzQ102I/AAAAAAAAAGM/iX-XfIPpyR4/s320/DSCF0940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052418275975484258" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rh3L8zQ103I/AAAAAAAAAGU/qx96mwOrhgg/s320/DSCF0945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052418602392998770" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rh3MTjQ104I/AAAAAAAAAGc/0WD3NQmv-LI/s320/DSCF0946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052418993235022722" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my favourite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rh3NBDQ105I/AAAAAAAAAGk/M46iwPV1Zsc/s320/DSCF0947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052419774919070610" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rh3NfzQ106I/AAAAAAAAAGs/BNDOP0XoLgU/s320/DSCF0953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052420303200048034" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's still more but i'm lazy to put them up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crezawards is tomorrow and i've still not decided what to wear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-3525115571230052243?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3525115571230052243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=3525115571230052243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/3525115571230052243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/3525115571230052243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-injured-my-back-from-doing-long.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rh3JXTQ101I/AAAAAAAAAGE/W5gaDO7HlmA/s72-c/DSCF0939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-8887304693520506096</id><published>2007-04-11T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T00:31:54.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i prayed to God and asked him to give us whatever we deserved.&lt;br /&gt;we got a &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="1000" face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;font color="#C7A317"&gt;GOLD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-8887304693520506096?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8887304693520506096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=8887304693520506096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/8887304693520506096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/8887304693520506096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-prayed-to-god-and-asked-him-to-give.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-8029245651413872240</id><published>2007-04-06T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:27:52.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>syf: tuesday, 10th april. &lt;br /&gt;omg the pressure has already sunk in and i'm beginning to feel nauseous. two more band practices left before the actual performance. (!!!) &lt;br /&gt;i do believe we are a &lt;font color="#C7A317"&gt;gold&lt;/font&gt; band.&lt;br /&gt;we must remember that there's only one chance in a hundred that this will have a happy ending. but we're going to concentrate on that one chance. however, if having things turn out the way you want them to is a measure of a successful life, then some would say i was a failure. the important thing is not to be bitter over life's disappointments. i guess we should learn to let go and move on in case anything happens. and recognize that everyday won't be silence, and when you find yourself lost in the darkness and despair, remember it's only in the black of night that you can see the stars and those stars lead you back home. so don't be afraid to make mistakes, stumble, and fall because most of the time, the greatest rewards come from the things that scare you most. maybe you'll get everything you wish for, maybe you'll get more than you could ever imagine. who knows where this will take you. the road is long and in the end, the journey is the destination. i know for a fact that all the sweat and hardwork we've put in &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; be worth it. no matter what the outcome, i still love you guys.[: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cgssb,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-8029245651413872240?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8029245651413872240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=8029245651413872240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/8029245651413872240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/8029245651413872240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/04/syf-tuesday-10th-april.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-877042661658858270</id><published>2007-04-01T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:14:19.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saturday 24/3/07 -&lt;br /&gt;exchange at tanjong katong sec, us being hosts inviting raffles, nanyang, fuhua and tk bands. saw nat and said hi.(: i thought safari is so much more interesting than sunrise. overall the whole exchange was okay. the dm/bm of tk band is that girl who acted in channel 8's ying huo chong de meng. i forgot her name. can't refresh my memory. heck. anw dark chocolate tradition was a failure. HAHA. annie-pie and i sang lovely songs on the bus back to school. &lt;b&gt;i love big butts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rg8S-CbT4CI/AAAAAAAAAF0/o69sCeR1OCE/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048274564318224418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for tuition with bryan and matthew. i think i'm improving my english. yea. [:&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go for tracting? heh i was so darn tired. dinner with mama julia and family later at penangplace was definitely satiating. i go for buffets and i'm sure to come back with a bloated stomach. made three ice kachangs! the first two were failures. ugh. i accidentally poured sarsi syrup into one. sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday 28/3/07 - &lt;br /&gt;detention.):&lt;br /&gt;more like cwo. i cleaned mpr walls and had to fill up some reflection form. everyone was evidently writing sarcastic stuff. then you had a one-on-one talk with mr tham. detention basically wastes your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday 30/3/07 -&lt;br /&gt;i missed the topshop fashion show because all the tickets were sold out.):&lt;br /&gt;there goes my goodie bag and 20% off. ):&lt;br /&gt;but gret and phoebe came over and we had fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday 31/3/07 -&lt;br /&gt;learning festival at school was boring except for reel art. tessa looks gorgeous with ice queen makeup on. no seriously. she looks &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; pretty! &lt;br /&gt;i looked like a walking disaster on the other hand. (: my white face paint was bubbling from my sweat. like i drank milk and then barfed all over my face. &lt;br /&gt;got a couple stares at town.&lt;br /&gt;then tess, anne, amanda tan and i went to take neos. with the makeup still on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rg8UTibT4DI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xxvGOMydBu0/s320/kiss+the+lion.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048276033197039666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i rushed to wash it off, and without anne's tissues and facial wash[HAHA band sleepover] it would have been disastrous. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;tess and i got spongebob boxers. guy ones. they're friggin loose on me. nick likes them a lot so maybe i can give those to him for his birthday. hoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-877042661658858270?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/877042661658858270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=877042661658858270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/877042661658858270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/877042661658858270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/03/saturday-24307-exchange-at-tanjong.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rg8S-CbT4CI/AAAAAAAAAF0/o69sCeR1OCE/s72-c/Image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-2401963919802185380</id><published>2007-03-21T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:14:19.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mom is such a shocker. she's soo unpredictable nowadays. i just came back from school not too long ago and saw her wearing oversized goggles. and she was like, oh. i went for lasik. now i can't read your smses so don't text me. i only heard her mention lasik on the phone or smth but that was it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is so demanding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i think i'd like all a1s." *grins wickedly*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helloo he wants me to get all friggin a1s for mid-years. except for chinese. like wait long long pls. i'll fail lit, ss, chinese, that's confirmed. ):&lt;br /&gt;you have to buy me anything i want if i do. hahahaha. set.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bidding for this Chanel Black Cambon tote that i've been eyeing since last year on ebay and you can bring it back for me after your trip to america -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RgATW6G5WzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Fxmb2YeQzJ0/s320/chanell.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044052866931186482" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i just remembered. &lt;br /&gt;REEL ART.&lt;br /&gt;can you believe my class is doing narnia because some other class totally .. plagiarised our idea of xmen. and i wanted the damn addamns family but it's taken up too.&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm aslan the &lt;u&gt;lion&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;adssfgsdfjhg&lt;br /&gt;spike my hair for the mane, no thanks. &lt;br /&gt;you made me so scared when you said that.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i should imitate yvonne ong's hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;she's giving me detention on the day we go to SCH for syf rehearsal.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;6 billion souls in the world but all you need is one. says: &lt;br /&gt;heh whatever. she should reject their style, not her dinner. words to live by, kid. don't starve yourself. it's not pretty, it's not cute, it's definitely not healthy. she justs need to be thinner? bullshit. unless she's at least 10 kg overweight, she doesn't need to be thinner. &lt;br /&gt;6 billion souls in the world but all you need is one. says: &lt;br /&gt;yeA im tired of seeing walking skeletons. i want to see real girls. my friend went anorexic and she changed completely. so maybe she won't change completely, maybe she will be the same person, just thinner. what does that say about her though? self control? &lt;br /&gt;6 billion souls in the world but all you need is one. says: &lt;br /&gt;nope. &lt;br /&gt;6 billion souls in the world but all you need is one. says: &lt;br /&gt;it doesn't take self control to starve yourself to lose weight. it takes self control to starve yourself for a cause like gandhi did, but honey? fashion is not a good cause. working out is self discipline. eating right is self discipline. our society needs to get over this whole not eating to get skinny fad..it's getting old.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilu erin[:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-2401963919802185380?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2401963919802185380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=2401963919802185380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2401963919802185380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2401963919802185380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-mom-is-such-shocker.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RgATW6G5WzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Fxmb2YeQzJ0/s72-c/chanell.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-2491156829667801269</id><published>2007-03-15T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T01:16:41.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess you could say the outlook for today is more of a personal problem. &lt;br /&gt;i've been complaining and griping about stuff. it's really irreflective on how a christian should behave. and i get weird thoughts sometimes. she can relate so much better to me than him on certain issues. not all though. nobody's perfect. sadly. haha well. if God only used perfect people, nothing would ever get done. [because they don't exist]&lt;br /&gt;anw this friend of mine [i won't state names] is being called a whore by a lot of people.. and she's actually started going along with it. she sits on people's laps she talks about wanting to get drunk on weekends, and behaves like a complete slut. and now normally, i don't scream at anyone ever. but just yesterday i really let into my friend about how she's been acting. and she really got mad about what i said. and then i apologised because she was talking about how she cried about it and "wanted to committ suicide" [wth] but she was bragging about wanting to go through with suicide to a lot of people. it was just an attention ploy. and so i apologised then today she called me and said "you should be glad you apologised because you were really wrong" making me sound like i was an awful person for telling her not to call herself a whore. i told her that i had only apologised for making her cry, not for what i said, and that she needed to understand the whole reason why i was mad. wow, this whole story was confusing. butttt my question is, where, as a friend, do you overstep your boundaries? when should you step in and tell your friend to shape up? should you even step in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psh. anyway, today wasn't that bad. went for band, left early and i pray to God that i so did not miss the reauditions. haha. anne and i caught stomp the yard after her &lt;strong&gt;dental&lt;/strong&gt; appointment. XD &lt;br /&gt;the movie wasn't that spectacular. i felt it wasted my money and time. it was exactly like drumline except it was no band geek competition but some step dancing one. and a little like step up. typical storyline, etc. although anne and i found brandon t jackson cute. &lt;em&gt;in the movie&lt;/em&gt; mind you. haha [: met juani and tasneem with hockey people. they got into semis! haha congrats. [:&lt;br /&gt;then i left for tuition but got home friggin late so i missed it. plus it was supposed to be this make-up lesson for the one i missed last week. and i missed it! again. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched prison break. haha was looking forward to it since i don't know when. but come to think of it, it's pretty dumb because the title prison break suggests breaking out of prison. season 2 is when they've already broken out. so what's the whole attracting factor. wentworth miller, i tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-2491156829667801269?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2491156829667801269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=2491156829667801269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2491156829667801269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2491156829667801269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-guess-you-could-say-outlook-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-9164953535459077179</id><published>2007-03-13T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T00:37:16.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>biochemistry was boring.&lt;br /&gt;i had no clue what the man was talking about, apart from the fact that it had to do with dna.&lt;br /&gt;denise ong didn't go to school. haha sucker that's a serious offence. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm really sorry daddy):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. &lt;br /&gt;I remember when I used to be the happiest, loudest, spunkiest person alive. Nothing could get me down for very long. I smiled all the time and laughed nonstop. I still see glimpses of that girl sometimes, but not much. I miss her. She was a good kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-3P3A4A9V6Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-3P3A4A9V6Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that scared the crap out of me. i got drawn to the title - I Love Someone Whose Name Starts With A G. yeah. haha. Fredryk Phox has a twisted mind. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-9164953535459077179?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/9164953535459077179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=9164953535459077179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/9164953535459077179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/9164953535459077179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/03/biochemistry-was-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-6862814545394833541</id><published>2007-03-10T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T00:00:25.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so effing drained. eye pain head pain ass pain. &lt;br /&gt;went overnight fishing with church youth at bedok jetty. haha missed flag day cos of that. reached the place at like 9pm. it was dumb because i didn't catch anything. didn't even bring the fishing paraphernalia for goodness' sake. gret and i rollerbladed throughout the night, i swear. omg. i'm physically exhausted because i only caught 15 minutes of sleep yesterday night? but i can't gripe because gret just came back from obs like a few hours ago. it's surprising she isn't dog-tired. we put on our blades at 11 then took them off the next morning at around 6. i think i have panda eyes. &lt;b&gt;O.O&lt;/b&gt; like this. hah. bryan and zach didn't do anything fun. they came and just slept during the whole thing. &lt;br /&gt;then i fell on my backside and i think i fractured my tailbone. :( i don't know what happened, was going backwards and i think i leaned wayy too back. then i flipped and landed square on my poor butt. then there was a crunching sound!? unsure where it came from. but then i couldn't stand straight. my darn fats couldn't cushion me and reduce the impact. then why the heck are they located in massive amounts at your butt.&lt;br /&gt;gret and i did a lot of talking. more reminiscing; still the fellowship was fun.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;far from sight. says:&lt;br /&gt;my birthday on tues!&lt;br /&gt;scapegoat of the aimless says:&lt;br /&gt;my ass pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i left after having macs for breakfast. jason drove me back and a couple of others; so nice of him. then went for tuition with bryan and it was hard not snoozing during class. then i began my 16 hour nap. and i'm going to bed now after so much tv. haha i still watch scoobydoo can you imagine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-6862814545394833541?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6862814545394833541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=6862814545394833541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/6862814545394833541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/6862814545394833541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-so-effing-drained.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-4404956478415581030</id><published>2007-03-05T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:14:21.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rew9JPnXxmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5OhclMPr9yk/s320/helloo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038469312140527202" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;once upon a time&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rew7OPnXxfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qxkZr0BWd0c/s320/DSCF0695.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038467199016617458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RexAFfnXxqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/n86V1kBV1R0/s320/P1000324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038472546250901154" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rew7j_nXxhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/okOItSKEqIo/s320/DSCF0707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038467572678772242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rew7wPnXxiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8vfKiF1PVdw/s320/DSCF0712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038467783132169762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rew_f_nXxpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iXHp7nvFQjo/s320/DSCF0709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038471902005806738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rew91_nXxoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/S_eiIi1vPoY/s320/P1000327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038470080939673218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;oh wait i need to pee.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rew8XPnXxkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XK4fqmmwLqk/s320/DSCF0701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038468453147067970" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rew81vnXxlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/u101W58Qx90/s320/DSCF0716.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038468977133078098" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tongue&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rew9ePnXxnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VqMfAjUiM2I/s320/P1000323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038469672917780082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;happily ever after&lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-4404956478415581030?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4404956478415581030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=4404956478415581030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/4404956478415581030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/4404956478415581030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/03/once-upon-time-oh-wait-i-need-to-pee.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rew9JPnXxmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5OhclMPr9yk/s72-c/helloo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-1979157105632284391</id><published>2007-03-03T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T00:17:36.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i owe denise cab fare. and mel too! hey you didn't let me pay for a thing. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, a math is now my new love. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;so is penny ang! omg. she went through ct papers and was like, "it makes it so easy you just leave the last question blank and get an A1 can already." while other teachers tell you to never ever leave any blanks.&lt;br /&gt;also, she encourages us to eat during class. wth right? but she's soo nice and it's a plus cos she teaches really well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pass the chips around people&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tessa: i hope you're feeling better! omg everyone keeps asking about you. haha it feels nice to be missed. come back soon. monday!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother made me spaghetti! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scrrrrumptious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah not quite. but i ate it anyways. ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went towning with louiseboulanger. i miss her so bad. :O took really nice pictures. HAHA camwhoring in the neoprint machines. tsk tsk illegal. then we got soaked in the rain. but it was a balllll.(: got a bag from newurbanmale. maybe i should have listened to denise and waited for the new colours to come out but oh heck. green is nice.(: oh yeah thanks for the card too; i'll return it asap - monday. heh. i'll get you your little miss shirt soon. haha best.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y83/taffeerox/afi.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afi(: haha random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-1979157105632284391?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1979157105632284391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=1979157105632284391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/1979157105632284391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/1979157105632284391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-owe-denise-cab-fare.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-7676457958923284762</id><published>2007-02-23T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:14:22.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was oodles of fun.&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;not cts. &lt;br /&gt;i got nat a bra for her birthday. omg i hope she likes it? &lt;br /&gt;i'll get a two-piece swim suit for &lt;u&gt;tessa&lt;/u&gt; on hers. hahaha.(: do you want a string bikini?&lt;br /&gt;i was looking for a bikini on victoria's secret homepage, right? yeah. i was. out of boredom. i figured it's an incentive to start losing the weight to get into a bikini. not that i'm going to wear one in public anyway. nevaarrr. 8D i have extra baggage all over and a jello butt full of cellulite. fatness!  haha. anywayy. a lot of them said "wonder bra" weird. i won't need a wonder bra in my swim suit, thanks. do they think all girls that want to wear bikinis want to have their chests falling out of it or something? gah. unsightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway before amath tessa, mel, kalyn and i cabbed to tiong just to kill time. that was where i got the bra. yeah. and we took some really hot neos. literally. haha kept scribbling hot/i'm hot/sexy leg/hot lips/hot nerrds on the neoprints. it was so darn funny.[: then soon after that we got waffles! lovelovelove (L)&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;mel and i became euphoric for some reason. okay fine, we were delirious. seriously. imagine smearing chocolate fudge [from the waffle] on your face, making beards and mustaches. and walking all the way back to school and waving at random people. it was crazy but that's how we rolllll. XD the original plan was to walk into class with our makeup. heh. then we realised we were super late for amath. gah. had to wash off the chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;penny ang didn't scold us. so pleasantly surprising. [:&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me i have consultations with her and karen tan tomorrow. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate facials! omg mel we so need to get one.&lt;br /&gt;pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rd8RpIzkQtI/AAAAAAAAACo/C5TJHHurn2M/s320/DSC06386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034762306859582162" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RePqiqadx6I/AAAAAAAAADw/9XTOMMbVHPY/s1600-h/DSC06400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RePqiqadx6I/AAAAAAAAADw/9XTOMMbVHPY/s320/DSC06400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036126689552091042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rd8Sp4zkQvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6oFVpjyB5Hk/s320/DSC06393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034763419256111858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel looks cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-7676457958923284762?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7676457958923284762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=7676457958923284762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/7676457958923284762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/7676457958923284762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-was-oodles-of-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/Rd8RpIzkQtI/AAAAAAAAACo/C5TJHHurn2M/s72-c/DSC06386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-4283346943106273467</id><published>2007-02-23T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T01:44:17.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams are a bitch. period. there has to be some other way that we can be tested without having them stressing us for a week. save trees. hahaha oh yeah. it takes 15 trees to produce the amount of paper that we use in ONE EXAM. join us in saving trees by saying no to exams. whatever. check mlg.[: anyway and i completely forgot about managing my time for mugging. watched american idol [i don't why i did, it's not even that entertaining]&lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; chem and dvds. wow. i really need to stop. &gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;have you heard of tv addicts? i think i've seriously become one. &lt;br /&gt;and i've given up on my tablet. omg. headaches. &lt;br /&gt;hahaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you guys heard the song sluttier younger by adam and andrew? they're the same guys that made the emo song, they're amazing. it describes the girls my age perfectly. and even some girls at my school nowadays. yep it's pretty beast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand that scissors can beat paper, and i get how rock can beat scissors, but there's no frickin way paper can beat rock. paper is supposed to magically "wrap around" rock, leaving it immobile? why the heck can't paper do this to scissors? screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? why aren't sheets of notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class? i'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anybody. a rock would tear that motha up in about 2 seconds. when i play rock/paper/scissors, i always choose rock. then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper i can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, "oh crap, i'm sorry, i thought paper would protect you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ss! :( i'm doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;font size="15"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="15"&gt;BEC!&lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm real sorry your present has to be belated. i blame the cts. aagh. haha&lt;br /&gt;anyway. this video is for you? i love it for some odd reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JPONTneuaF4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JPONTneuaF4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-4283346943106273467?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4283346943106273467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=4283346943106273467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/4283346943106273467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/4283346943106273467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/02/exams-are-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-2069482253756856911</id><published>2007-02-20T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T15:59:17.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cny!&lt;br /&gt;i love pineapple tarts. even more than smarties. haha oh fudge. i think i've gained weight. and a jlo butt! argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cts are soon.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like so dead.&lt;br /&gt;brought along chem and geog notes to revise during visitations. it was hopeless cause i kept getting distracted by relatives giving out red packets. haha. i haven't counted how much i've collected [oh boy i sound like some money minded freak] but i hope it exceeds at least 580. i can't believe i missed cny last year because i was in america. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;anw i saw ghost rider with ryan, denise and company yesterday. it was okay. i wanted to watch norbit! but we were at great world city and they checked so.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't do much this week because i was grounded and also because of cny. i've been having steamboat reunion lunch &amp; dinners everyday for the past few days! or since last friday. ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-2069482253756856911?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2069482253756856911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=2069482253756856911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2069482253756856911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2069482253756856911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-i-love-pineapple-tarts.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-7609935561327032471</id><published>2007-02-15T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T11:27:04.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am in deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really really really sorry):&lt;br /&gt;can't believe it had to happen on valentine's day too. which is also my mom's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get this: for example in a relationship, if your boyfriend lied to you, you would definitely be pissed. &lt;br /&gt;well &lt;em&gt;i lied and i am sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-7609935561327032471?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7609935561327032471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=7609935561327032471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/7609935561327032471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/7609935561327032471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-in-deep-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-3680733534019655679</id><published>2007-02-11T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T23:15:12.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday gret and i went shopping with our moms for new year clothes. &lt;br /&gt;i felt bad because the only reason they came along was so that they could pay for our purchases.&lt;br /&gt;then i spent a bomb. ): blah. shoes, accessories, tops and all that paraphernalia.&lt;br /&gt;i got hot shades&lt;3 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y83/taffeerox/niceshades.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exact replica. my dad thinks they're ugly. they &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; a bit too big i guess.&lt;br /&gt;originally i wanted the dior ones but then i would have to fork out my own money so forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm so glad my mom has stopped her bad habit of looking at every single thang and walking away feeling satisfied without getting anything. [i hate window shopping, still hate it and will always do. you know those kind where you walk around so much without getting anything. then i'll buy myself famous amos's cookies as a consolation which really helps.(:] and we didn't walk much! my legs felt happy for once shopping. gret got a really really cute dress. it was SO perfect on her. &lt;br /&gt;she had to do cip at the library so she left soon after that. &lt;br /&gt;and OMG HAHAHAHA. a guy was totally hitting on her there. she was shelving books and then he walked up to her and tried unsuccessfully to start a conversation. by asking, "find anything interesting here?" &lt;br /&gt;plus gret was in the &lt;em&gt;dictionary&lt;/em&gt; section. &lt;br /&gt;oh mannnnnnnn.(: so pathetic lah. she was laughing away, i mean, who wouldn't?? hahaha poor guy. he got embarrassed i think. cause he sort of lingered for five minutes then left. &lt;br /&gt;laughs out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read mel's blog. hey haha don't binge. :/ i can help you eat your food if you want. lol. my mother wants me to get fat anyways. &lt;br /&gt;"oh, OH. germaine also looks sexy in contacts ;D&lt;br /&gt;*winkwink*&lt;br /&gt;:B"&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't agree more. heh. ahahaha. but i mean seriously, no.&lt;br /&gt;it's like my cornea shrunk or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching prison break now. i've finished the first season already but it's highly addictive and i keep replaying the 'entertaining' parts.&lt;br /&gt;the only reason i watched it in the first place is wentworth miller. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miller's father is of African, Jamaican, English, German Jewish, and Cherokee[1] descent, and his mother is of Russian, French, Dutch, Syrian, and Lebanese descent.&lt;br /&gt;bec adores him too. (: anyway that reminded me of when chance and crystal thought i was mixed. on the first day of school [for me] in Va they thought i was from china because i told them i was chinese. then later on i mentioned i was from singapore during some conversation and their faces were so damn funny. haha.&lt;br /&gt;"oh my word, germaine! you're mixed! a chinese singaporean!! that is so the awesomest thing i have ever heard. yeaa too cool too cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random. i really miss claire's oodles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been raking out descriptive quotes about me by &lt;strong&gt;others&lt;/strong&gt;. it's not considered egoistic.(: unlike some of those holier-than-thou statements. &lt;br /&gt;GERMAINE NEEDS VALENTINES! says:&lt;br /&gt;germaine = good galzxzxz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaphuirong@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;YESS you are laxysexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bec is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;G FOR GREAT, E FOR ENIGMATIC, R FOR REDHOT MOMMA, M FOR MAGNIFICENT, A FOR AWESOME, I FOR I-THINK-YOU-ARE-THE-BEST, N FOR NEAAATTT, E FOR EVERYTHING-ABOUT-YOU-IS-JUST-FANTABULOUS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you yuki! and mel and tessa and denise. haha it's only the beginning of the year -february- yet i've made really &lt;em&gt;rad&lt;/em&gt; friends already. love! of course i miss louiseboulanger and kelley awfully. haha. i thank God for everything because He's helped me a lot. since i came back from usa last year. even though i've been getting atrocious results. &lt;br /&gt;i think that's what's wrong with the world. no one says what they feel, they always hold it inside. they're obviously sad, but they don't cry. they're happy, but they don't dance or sing. they're angry, but they don't scream. cause if they do, they feel ashamed, and that's the worst feeling in the world. so everyone walks with their heads down and no one sees how beautiful the sky really is.&lt;br /&gt;and the best way is just to talk to God. cause sometimes He can only comfort you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and today i went to joel's party at night. it's his seventeenth! so fast. lickety-split! haha. and i can still remember when he, bryan, zach, elliot, phoebe, nick and i were bathing together in the jaccuzi. of course we were at a tender and undeveloped age, you perverted ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a pig. i was gorging myself with the pizza and hogging the dessert. :O ohmy gosh. the cake was so good. ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this is the part where all his jc guy friends became mad and had this impulse to grab somebody and push them into the pool while removing their underwear and singing happy birthday at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;it was so disturbing.  0.0&lt;br /&gt;i felt embarrassed seeing torn underwear being swung around like some flag. i mean, you would too if you were female. but it was so darn hilarious. hahahaha. AND one guy wore a &lt;em&gt;g-string&lt;/em&gt;!? omg. a black g-string. too bad for him, it tore and everything was revealed to the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;i admit i was a little amused. heh. &lt;br /&gt;after that some people went swimming while i just ate more. oh damn i'm such a glutton man. my stomach hurts so bad. ): &lt;br /&gt;then i left early partly because of my stomach and partly because of the fact that i didn't know anyone there except him, bryan and zac, and partly because of his half-crazed guy friends and their raging hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuki! i changed my skin. well, sorta. to this elephants &amp; lions &amp; guinea pigs one.[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like tacos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-3680733534019655679?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3680733534019655679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=3680733534019655679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/3680733534019655679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/3680733534019655679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-gret-and-i-went-shopping-with.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-702903057906752203</id><published>2007-02-11T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T20:50:56.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-702903057906752203?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/702903057906752203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=702903057906752203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/702903057906752203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/702903057906752203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/02/blah.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-4362233040573693127</id><published>2007-02-09T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:14:22.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RcsynIzkQsI/AAAAAAAAACc/BfN2IStHicY/s320/last+king.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029169056849347266" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is your future husband. &lt;br /&gt;haha saw this on a zocard postcard and thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charming. magnetic. murderous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg hahahhaha. [:&lt;br /&gt;forgive me. i feel high today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well i got &lt;strong&gt;5/23&lt;/strong&gt; for ss mock. what an astounding achievement germaine!&lt;br /&gt;uhhuh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise got me a hot wallet. heh thanks[: anyway we went to town and looked at shirts. french connection was disappointing lah. anyhow we still got shirts lol. i got a really cute paul frank one yay! and she got volcom. which wasn't a total rip off, surprisingly. then we cabbed to ccab because she went to watch the hockey game [go tasneem!(:] and i went back to school. saw levia and omg she is such a smartass. 23/25 for chem!? thank me for tipping you off okay! &lt;br /&gt;heard last year's sec fours did really well for o's. gen got super high! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x country training tomorrow. ahhhhhhhh fifi ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-4362233040573693127?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4362233040573693127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=4362233040573693127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/4362233040573693127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/4362233040573693127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-your-future-husband.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RcsynIzkQsI/AAAAAAAAACc/BfN2IStHicY/s72-c/last+king.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-1910350535905143111</id><published>2007-02-07T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T15:54:12.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quintessence 'o7 was amaaaaazing.[:&lt;br /&gt;it ended pretty late though but the whole thing was fun. i applaud all the soloists - they were so awesome! heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad dark chocolate was unavailable yesterday but i replaced it with wenjun's kitkat. pervy mingyy ate some in the gents too. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot my camera but still took a lot of pictures. my witch hat sucked; i can't believe i went all the way to buy it just for that day. oh well. haha then we had to stick bat wings on our clarinets which perpetually kept falling off.&lt;br /&gt;omg rachel talks bitch! haha. she's the clarinetists' source of entertainment/bullying i guess? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss louiseboulanger.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to hosung and eric who came to watch. and for the books too[: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a lot of people were listening to their mp3s while choir was singing. heh. can't blame them really. the songs they sung were kinda sleep inducing. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i ponned the first half of school today. was boring as usual. and my eyes hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate security guards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-1910350535905143111?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1910350535905143111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=1910350535905143111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/1910350535905143111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/1910350535905143111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/02/quintessence-o7-was-amaaaaazing.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-2363487333404943201</id><published>2007-02-04T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:56:14.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tina showed this to me when i was still in Va. just rilly bored right now. not in any mood to revise ss. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hdn_AAKusl8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hdn_AAKusl8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOHkF4rCIxc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOHkF4rCIxc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rotflol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XEJDGLF-e18"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XEJDGLF-e18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the emo video! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-2363487333404943201?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2363487333404943201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=2363487333404943201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2363487333404943201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2363487333404943201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/02/tina-showed-this-to-me-when-i-was-still.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-3178604583497646341</id><published>2007-02-02T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T13:16:52.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font COLOR="#000000"&gt;Dear Diary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Apathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is spiralling downward. I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate Me Dry Concert. It sucks 'cause they play some of my favorite songs like 'Stab My Heart Because I Love You' and 'Rip Apart My Soul' and of course, 'Stabby Rip Stab Stab'. And it doesn't help that I couldn't get my hair to do that flippy thingy either. Like that guy from that band can do. Some days, you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can be&lt;br /&gt;You'd be non-conforming too if you looked just like me&lt;br /&gt;I have paint on my nails and make-up on my face&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I feel real deep when I'm dressing in drag&lt;br /&gt;I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a fag&lt;br /&gt;'Cause our dudes look like chicks, and our chicks look like dykes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause emo is one step below transvestite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop my breathing and slit my throat&lt;br /&gt;I must be emo&lt;br /&gt;I don't jump around when I go to shows&lt;br /&gt;I must be emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dark, and sensitive with low self-esteem&lt;br /&gt;The way I dress makes every day feel like Halloween&lt;br /&gt;I have no real problems but I like to make believe&lt;br /&gt;I stole my sister's mascara now I'm grounded for a week&lt;br /&gt;Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies&lt;br /&gt;I can't get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing&lt;br /&gt;Girls keep breaking up with me, it's never any fun&lt;br /&gt;They say they already have a pussy, they don't need another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop my breathing and slit my throat&lt;br /&gt;I must be emo&lt;br /&gt;I don't jump around when I go to shows&lt;br /&gt;I must be emo&lt;br /&gt;Dye in my hair and polish on my toes&lt;br /&gt;I must be emo&lt;br /&gt;I play guitar and write suicide notes&lt;br /&gt;I must be emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is just a black abyss, you know, it's so dark. And it's suffocating me. Grabbing ahold of me and tightening its grip, tighter than a pair of my little sister's jeans... which look great on my by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction&lt;br /&gt;Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection&lt;br /&gt;I write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses&lt;br /&gt;I told my friends I bleed black and cry during classes&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a bad, cheap imitation of goth&lt;br /&gt;You can read me "Catcher in the Rye," and watch me jack off&lt;br /&gt;I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life&lt;br /&gt;If I said I like girls, I'd only be half right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like I'm dead and dress like a homo&lt;br /&gt;I must be emo&lt;br /&gt;Screw XBox, I play old school Nintendo&lt;br /&gt;I must be emo&lt;br /&gt;I like to whine and hate my parentals&lt;br /&gt;I must be emo&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friends all look like clones&lt;br /&gt;I must be E-Mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents just don't get me, you know. They think I'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy. Well, a couple guys. But I mean, it's the 2000s. Can't 2... or 4 dudes make-out with each other without being gay? I mean, chicks dig that kind of thing anyways. I don't know diary, sometimes I think you're the only one that gets me, you're my best friend...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rotfl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-3178604583497646341?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3178604583497646341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=3178604583497646341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/3178604583497646341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/3178604583497646341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/02/dear-diary-mood-apathetic.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-36123578144430883</id><published>2007-02-02T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:21:56.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mother dear just came home from her bible study and bought me two one pint tubs of ben and jerry's!&lt;3[: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chocolate chip cookie dough&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;vanilla&lt;/em&gt;. omg heaven! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those two happen to be my favourite flavours among the others [including chunky monkey] and the most disliked by my family. hahaha. which is kinda scary. i'll probably end up eating everything by myself. yea seriously. &lt;br /&gt;i was watching house of wax one time with one tub [lol. for company?] and the movie was bloody gory so i ended up stuffing everything into my mouth unconsciously. heh. it's the same thing for popcorn! :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dvd time hohohoho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y83/taffeerox/benandjerrys.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not even saturday but heck, friday night or any night is a good time to watch tv with bandj's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THANKS MOM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-36123578144430883?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/36123578144430883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=36123578144430883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/36123578144430883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/36123578144430883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-mother-dear-just-came-home-from-her.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-7336060620096645707</id><published>2007-01-31T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T00:03:33.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thermometer's such an ass. omg yuki! i don't wanna give up my seat and move to the back. whyyyy. &lt;br /&gt;and, there will be &lt;strong&gt;No more eating of clodhoppers together! No more crapping and doing stupid bimbo talk during english!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean it's gonna be fun being in the same row with tessa and denise but. ):&lt;br /&gt;AND denise! haha all the best for another one of your numerous nb matches. (: &lt;strong&gt;take care of that knee&lt;/strong&gt; yeah? haha. tennis is fun. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps if mr lee asks why we want to remain where we were;&lt;br /&gt;yuki: "germaine can't see clearly. and I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT GERMAINE!!" followed by a few pathetic sobs. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. anw yuki and i were going down the rotunda when that overly stiff-strict teacher denise warned about saw my untucked shirt and i had to stop. then she asked for my name because i was to be demerited and omg. i had to be wearing NG LEVIA's nametag that moment. obviously i couldn't bluff and claim to be levia. duh. then she stole the nametag! ): argh. i'm so sorry levia! AND she said i was breaking the school rules by using a fake nametag! ugh such a bigot. LIKE IT'S NONE OF YOUR PERSONAL CONCERNS. what a load of bull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sorry levia! D:&lt;br /&gt;please don't kill me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog and bio tests tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;i can guarantee that i'll mix up the facts. haha. like lava diffuses through a partially permeable membrane from the volcano's caldera. or smth. i'm bound to mess up somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have gone to watch singapore vs thailand today man. the stupid tests luhh.&lt;br /&gt;felix asked me because he had one extra ticket. but i'll probably watch it on tv while mugging. still, how party pooper is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does #229 have to be engaged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-7336060620096645707?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7336060620096645707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=7336060620096645707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/7336060620096645707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/7336060620096645707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/01/thermometers-such-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-1331276532009577133</id><published>2007-01-30T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:18:30.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recess bball plans were thwarted. ): haha but. &lt;br /&gt;i'm an aficionado of scissor paper stone shuttle run now. :D lovelovelove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem test. ohemgee i'm glad it's over but i heard mr lee said from where he stopped marking g3's papers, so far most of us got like, 2 out of the first 8 mcqs correct??&lt;br /&gt;his claim of &lt;em&gt;very easy lah&lt;/em&gt; is so far-off man. &lt;br /&gt;and a math is absolutely a piece of crap. i can't absorb anything during penny ang's lesson. ): she came today even though she had a fever [i think]. which is pretty admirable and super nice of her. because the test is this thursday tooooooo ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been visiting video ezy with my dad in like a &lt;strong&gt;week&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;which reminds me of ben and jerry's! chunky monkey!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;haha off to eat. and mug for geog. damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-1331276532009577133?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1331276532009577133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=1331276532009577133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/1331276532009577133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/1331276532009577133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/01/recess-bball-plans-were-thwarted.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-653090327836976477</id><published>2007-01-28T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T00:01:50.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i picked gret from changi airport today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333333333333&lt;br /&gt;went with a whole lot of church people. i didn't see ryan though. his birthday today too. :$&lt;br /&gt;haha anw it's so darn cool she's back already! she was going to take up the acs ib program but i wonder why her dad had a change of heart. so rushed for her; school starts for her tomorrow too. &lt;br /&gt;but i'm really superduper excited she's back! we're like reunited. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for friday;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-653090327836976477?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/653090327836976477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=653090327836976477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/653090327836976477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/653090327836976477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-picked-gret-from-changi-airport-today.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-2145695107932855311</id><published>2007-01-27T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T20:16:36.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y83/taffeerox/fastpacedlife.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments that mark your life, moments where you realize nothing will ever be the same again. Time is divided into two parts - before and after. Now, sometimes you can feel such a moment coming, that's the test. So I tell myself at times like these strong people keep moving forward anyways, no matter what they're going to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i resumed piano lessons today! D: the last time i took lessons was .. before i left for virginia. and between then and now i didn't exactly touch a piano at all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but ada says i still can sightread &lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt;. phew. and i don't have to take exams! HAHA HOW AWESOME IS THAT. whoopdeedoo. (: so piano lessons are sort of for leisure now. and i need to buy more nice scores.&lt;br /&gt;ada didn't change much. lol. except for new highlights? the last time i saw her she had lowlights which were prettier. more natural? and i heard from her she got into an accident last year. with her motorbike. i saw pictures of her bloody scars. :/  wayyy grotesque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. time really gets zapped away. &lt;br /&gt;gret's coming back tomorrow~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-2145695107932855311?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2145695107932855311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=2145695107932855311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2145695107932855311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2145695107932855311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/01/there-are-moments-that-mark-your-life.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-5871998133662968494</id><published>2007-01-25T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T00:47:36.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>collected my way overdue norton antivirus yesterday. haha i guess it's a little late to try preventing the panda virus from infiltrating my tablet but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to borders with denise after school to look for some books. but the nice and more reasonably priced ones were out of stock. so we didn't get anything. haha. had lunch at sakae. &lt;strong&gt;denise ong eats like a pig.&lt;/strong&gt; but she's freaking scrawny.&lt;br /&gt;met her friend steph and we tried to study at coffee bean. i did a bit of chem and e math. homeworking with them was unusually productive. &lt;em&gt;i was trying my best not to eavesdrop.&lt;/em&gt; heh. but i didn't know what was going on anyway so yeah. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom picked me up and i chionged down dinner before tuition. felicia's in the same class as me. which is good and bad i guess. she keeps distracting me! argh. by cracking even lamer jokes than i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mountain toad's daily contemplation:&lt;em&gt;"you don't wait till i track before you submit your homework. you submit before the explosion."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what she's talking about. wasting so much time scolding and she doesn't even teach properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y83/taffeerox/tongueface.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!and please recover soon yuki.(: i was feeling lonely today without you as a partner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-5871998133662968494?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5871998133662968494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=5871998133662968494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/5871998133662968494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/5871998133662968494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/01/collected-my-way-overdue-norton.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-6660601988045313021</id><published>2007-01-24T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T15:35:37.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lee boon keng confiscated 18 tablets including mine today. !@#$%$^&amp;*@*&lt;br /&gt;wasted all my time waiting for him. just because we didn't lock them up properly. like, who cares. and no one bothers to steal them anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mountain toad: "i move like a bullet train right?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mountain toad: "human beings are very resourceful."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can infer that she's definitely from the planet of the apes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. oh yeah. bio was funnnn. i got to taste a potato strip in distilled water. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha tessa and denise and yuki so totally missed out on the good stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the one in sucrose made me think of macs fries. I LOVE SALTY SOGGY FRIES AND MACDONALD'S CHILLI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomg. gret's reaching sg this sunday! finally man. :D i have to get a plate of fried carrot cake and wait for her at terminal 2. haha. i totally understand her pain. no sg food for about two years. can die. eating macs and kfc and burger king and buffets all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it just happened, no discussion needed. we just both knew that very moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-6660601988045313021?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6660601988045313021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=6660601988045313021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/6660601988045313021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/6660601988045313021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/01/lee-boon-keng-confiscated-18-tablets.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-1041065762961603731</id><published>2007-01-22T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:42:14.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YUKI! (: HAHA TODAY WAS SO FUNNNN. I LOVE YOU HEAPS!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuki says:&lt;br /&gt;HEY SEXY CHICK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-1041065762961603731?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1041065762961603731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=1041065762961603731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/1041065762961603731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/1041065762961603731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/01/yuki-says-hey-sexy-chick.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-7522609743973594641</id><published>2007-01-22T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:22:26.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks to danny siaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english -&lt;br /&gt;1. An unsuccessful shopping trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARACTERS&lt;br /&gt;Two old ladies, Yuki and Germaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORIENTATION :&lt;br /&gt;Two old ladies decided to go shopping but they were indecisive on the location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVENT :&lt;br /&gt;Quarrelling on the mrt on where to go, they started heading to all the different places and not coming to an agreement. Flinging their walking sticks and wheeling around in their wheelchairs madly, they were practically hurting the other Singaporeans. Screaming madly they attracted a huge crowd of people who gathered around them for free entertainment. With spits and splatters, their false teeth were almost falling off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPLICATION :&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Yuki had a heart attack during the conflict. She passed out. Germaine thought that Yuki was faking, she hurled insults at her. After minutes, she then realized that she had really passed out for real. Fishing out her motorazr, she screamed into the phone for an ambulance. However, due to her bad eyesight, she plugged her earphones which she mistook for her handphone’s earphone. [handsfree] Blasting Hinder's "Lips of An Angel" from her ipod, it then dawned on her that it was not her handphone. Immediately, she started raving at the Singaporeans to call the ambulance. Within minutes, the ambulance arrived and Yuki was sent to the hospital. Paramedics were looking around for witnesses and They immediately interrogated Germaine as to what had happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germaine recalled the past.&lt;br /&gt;"Let’s go to VivoCity today!” Yuki demanded. Germaine frowned in disagreement, her eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t want to go there, it’s like, so friggin’ crowded. All those like, crowds.” Her hands were flinging madly in the air. “But, it’s the current place, like, to be! I don’t want to be left out from the cool people cause I’m like, so totally hip and hawt!” Yuki was practically screaming and spitting at Germaine on the mrt. “C’mon. Only losers like moronheads go there." "Fine, let's like, discuss on the mrt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog -&lt;br /&gt;got scolded by karen tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mr lee: "okay, turn to textbook page 78 and look at the diagram. wah, this diagram very misleading. especially to guys."&lt;/em&gt; [people laughing] &lt;em&gt;mr lee: "what? look like tadpole eggs mah."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's obviously pretending. omg so crude. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a math -&lt;br /&gt;checking homework now. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh i forgot to wear socks today. my feet are so hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-7522609743973594641?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7522609743973594641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=7522609743973594641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/7522609743973594641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/7522609743973594641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-8015826054433393231</id><published>2007-01-21T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:14:22.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RbM3ON0u3OI/AAAAAAAAACE/ERmXe5JK7XA/s320/DSCF1998.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022418726816767202" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-8015826054433393231?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8015826054433393231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=8015826054433393231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/8015826054433393231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/8015826054433393231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RbM3ON0u3OI/AAAAAAAAACE/ERmXe5JK7XA/s72-c/DSCF1998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-3004246057372308955</id><published>2007-01-21T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T17:41:21.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so frickin tired. &lt;br /&gt;after church i was planning to sleep the rest of the day but apparently somebody can't bear to let that happen.&lt;br /&gt;anw tomorrow's going to be a longggg day. ugh. i hope marching for the syf video will soon be over with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was talking to zac&lt;em&gt;k&lt;/em&gt; and i guess it was super bad of me to criticize malays. :/ haha it was unintentional, truly. i mean it was so hard to make fun of him w/o joking them. and anw he's very good at making people feel guilty for no reason so refraining from arguing with him is still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrrr i love my dog. and guinea pigs but my parents have been complaining i don't have enough time for two pets. four, to be exact. hoho. but how to give away lah! they're so dear to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! marcus and matthew and jiahao anddd danny siaw! snorts. :D bec, just say "i want you. you're hot. it's complicated." and even guys working at toys r us in africa will be turned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://-dis-con-nec-ted-.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;nononono hahah  fifi it's all your fault! :(((((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-3004246057372308955?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3004246057372308955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=3004246057372308955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/3004246057372308955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/3004246057372308955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-so-frickin-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-4908344685609046479</id><published>2007-01-17T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:09:54.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>puked ): says:&lt;br /&gt;HAAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;puked ): says:&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW YOURE SEXY&lt;br /&gt;no sugar coating says:&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I'M SEXY TOO.&lt;br /&gt;no sugar coating says:&lt;br /&gt;GOSH IM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SEXY! &lt;br /&gt;puked ): says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;puked ): says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;puked ): says:&lt;br /&gt;GO AWAY GERM THE WORM&lt;br /&gt;puked ): says:&lt;br /&gt;SICK&lt;br /&gt;no sugar coating says:&lt;br /&gt;you admitted to it okay&lt;br /&gt;no sugar coating says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA YUKI CONFESSED I'M SEXY. &lt;br /&gt;puked ): says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;puked ): says:&lt;br /&gt;I THINK IM MUCHHH MORE.&lt;br /&gt;no sugar coating says:&lt;br /&gt;OOOH REALLY&lt;br /&gt;puked ): says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;puked ): says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;puked ): says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU BABY BOOMER&lt;br /&gt;no sugar coating says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUTURE COMPULSIVE REPRODUCER!&lt;br /&gt;no sugar coating says:&lt;br /&gt;ONEBABY TWO BABY THREE BABY FOUR FIVESIXSEVENEIGHTNINETENELEVEN...HUNDRED!&lt;br /&gt;puked ): says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;puked ): says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;puked ): says:&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;puked ): says:&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGGOM&lt;br /&gt;no sugar coating says:&lt;br /&gt;AND MOREANDMORE&lt;br /&gt;no sugar coating says:&lt;br /&gt;AND MORE!&lt;br /&gt;no sugar coating says:&lt;br /&gt;MORRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;no sugar coating says:&lt;br /&gt;baby: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH HI MOMMMMMYYY!&lt;br /&gt;puked ): says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;puked ): says:&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;puked ): says:&lt;br /&gt;IM A SOW?&lt;br /&gt;no sugar coating says:&lt;br /&gt;BABY MAKING MACHINE&lt;br /&gt;no sugar coating says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG. SO HORNY&lt;br /&gt;no sugar coating says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;no sugar coating says:&lt;br /&gt;k. pause this is too explicit alr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-4908344685609046479?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4908344685609046479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=4908344685609046479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/4908344685609046479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/4908344685609046479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/01/puked-says-haahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-3919784564258656791</id><published>2007-01-17T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:19:38.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hawthorne heights is love. bad ashley influence(: i love adam and andrew. hahahaha. anw a virus is spreading again in school. what is wrong with the screwed wireless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had mountain tortoise's lesson today. is not good. nooo goood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember childhood? You came into this world with feelings of omnipotence, not inferiority. You loved your body and expressed its needs, followed its impulses. you recognized your feelings and expressed them easily. You told the truth. You appreciated time alone and time with others. You were involved with yourself and your own pursuits. You celebrated yourself and expected acknowledgement for your creativity and accomplishments. You didn't spend an ounce of your precious life-energy trying to figure out what is wrong with your body, feelings, or thoughts. You just lived. &lt;br /&gt;And you made a statement with every thought shared, words spoken, every feeling expressed, and actions you took on your own behalf. Sadly this season of your life is short-lived. By the time you secondary school you forgot your original delight in yourself. Your vision was narrowed, you only see the world as everyone else sees it. You lost your ability to act spontaneously, you acted as expected. Your original trust in yourself is shattered and you now wait to be told how to live. Your original spunk is exiled and you learn that it is dangerous to venture outside the lines. Your original &lt;em&gt;goodness&lt;/em&gt; is twisted and labeled unnatural/unfeminine/too intense by the &lt;strong&gt;adults&lt;/strong&gt; and peers in your life. The girl child that you used to be emerges from adolecence with a low self-esteem and relatively low expectations in life. You ask as you grow up what is wrong with me??This question regularly punctuates women lives from adolecence on as they search far and wide for someone to give them an answer, for someone to offer them a magical insight, treatment, or cure. &lt;br /&gt;Because women have learned a criticism-based way of perceiving ourselves and relating to the world, our automatic tendency is to feel inadequate and that we are never quite good enough no matter what the heck we do. The question that is wrong with me? doesn't just pop up or develop in us naturally. On a personal level, the question is shaped over time by critical words, images, experiences, and expectations of childhood. We become convinced that something is wrong with us and our life task is to discover what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-3919784564258656791?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3919784564258656791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=3919784564258656791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/3919784564258656791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/3919784564258656791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/01/hawthorne-heights-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-2736892103100603872</id><published>2007-01-04T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T20:49:21.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my class is weird. but i hope these two years will be interesting :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english - tan yew hock. omg. the younger version of woon tali. except more hair.&lt;br /&gt;chinese - zhang somethingsomething. her cheena accent is damn biao zhun. she keeps rolling her tongue argh!&lt;br /&gt;bio - lim suat fong. nice but looks like the no nonsense type.&lt;br /&gt;chem - mr lee! oh yeah did i mention he and mdm shamini are my form and co-form teachers &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; both of them are from the discipline committee?? :/&lt;br /&gt;a maths - penny ang. DIE.&lt;br /&gt;e maths - diana tang. hope she's good.&lt;br /&gt;geog - karen tan. okay lah&lt;br /&gt;ss - esther leong. or is it lau.&lt;br /&gt;lit - ms saifa. &lt;br /&gt;cme - ms lau. why can't she teach me maths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha well hey. at least my class is like the slackest. we dismiss at 1:45 EVERYDAY. HAH. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-2736892103100603872?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2736892103100603872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=2736892103100603872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2736892103100603872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2736892103100603872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-class-is-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-2322187486678902372</id><published>2006-12-31T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:14:24.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>movie world was nice, especially all the roller coasters. that's my fourth time there already but surprisingly everything wasn't uninteresting. hahaha i forced gret to ride every single coaster - escape, lethal weapon, spooky coaster, etc etc. so fun. the superman one was lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZdpuAmBgwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1stLqXsn4IM/s1600-h/us2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZdpuAmBgwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1stLqXsn4IM/s320/us2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014592949254718210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're at the top. &lt;br /&gt;anw, the start of the ride was smth like an mrt, underground, and there was reports of earthquakes and bombings around you. then suddenly it stopped, and then you heard superman's voice : "there's only one way. i'll have to push you out of here. fast." then we shot all the way to the top [picture] and i almost broke my neck?? the whole ride started. i screamed as usual. hhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZdrhgmBgxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UcxP1gGPX5w/s1600-h/coaster+cut+off.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZdrhgmBgxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UcxP1gGPX5w/s320/coaster+cut+off.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014594933529608978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw mumble and co.! i love mumble. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZdsrwmBgyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xjvch0yh7Mk/s1600-h/-+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZdsrwmBgyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xjvch0yh7Mk/s320/-+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014596209134895906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the australian version of fred and velma [scooby doo] is so ew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZdtoQmBgzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zxC5CzOyD70/s1600-h/-+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZdtoQmBgzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zxC5CzOyD70/s320/-+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014597248516981554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughs out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed with gret at her house in mooloolaba. weird name. we had so much to catch up [2 years of plain emailing only!] and we still have. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beaches are killer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZdwlQmBg0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/B2iX6olFTzM/s1600-h/-+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZdwlQmBg0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/B2iX6olFTzM/s320/-+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014600495512257346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad tried to get a tan by strutting around topless like all the other male aussies. talk about embarrassing? uuhhhahahahahaha. :/ you can do it here and not get noticed but i bet in sg everyone would be pointing in disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZdxWQmBg1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/CMmvg1BqYt0/s1600-h/-+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZdxWQmBg1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/CMmvg1BqYt0/s320/-+071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014601337325847378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gret and her brothers and nick and i went 'surfing'. basically we just went out and threw ourselves against the waves. some people used boogie boards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZdyigmBg2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/lZn68X2Xrjk/s1600-h/-+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZdyigmBg2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/lZn68X2Xrjk/s320/-+074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014602647290872674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used my natural talent. hahaha. surfer in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my parents drove up to noosa heads to see the house they bought a couple of years back. i thought it looked indian and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZd0cAmBg4I/AAAAAAAAABM/Csnfp5FJeu0/s1600-h/-+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZd0cAmBg4I/AAAAAAAAABM/Csnfp5FJeu0/s320/-+068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014604734644978562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZd0_gmBg5I/AAAAAAAAABU/mJ34yb6GKbY/s1600-h/-+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZd0_gmBg5I/AAAAAAAAABU/mJ34yb6GKbY/s320/-+070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014605344530334610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole trip was very short [only 5 days] because there were no more return tickets on a later date. otherwise i'll still be in au when school reopens. &lt;br /&gt;but it was uber fun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A DOG&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZdzrwmBg3I/AAAAAAAAABE/2ktXZbwGwgk/s1600-h/-+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZdzrwmBg3I/AAAAAAAAABE/2ktXZbwGwgk/s320/-+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014603905716290418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ADORABLE. he only responds to 'boy' now so i really have no idea what to name him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's watchnite service tonight! this time it's not going to be held at the german centre, sadly. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-2322187486678902372?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2322187486678902372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=2322187486678902372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2322187486678902372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/2322187486678902372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/12/movie-world-was-nice-especially-all.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e69VeS7owhc/RZdpuAmBgwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1stLqXsn4IM/s72-c/us2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-8947828034266249157</id><published>2006-12-23T07:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T07:17:21.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm blogging from brisbane in this sofitel hotel lounge. the bed is so nice. hahahaha. random. anw later will be driving down with gret to gold coast and we're going movie world. the last time i went there was when i was four so i can't rmb anything. wished we would be going to dream world cause there's where all the roller coasters are. &lt;br /&gt;i forgot to bring banana boat! now my skin is going to burn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-8947828034266249157?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8947828034266249157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=8947828034266249157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/8947828034266249157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/8947828034266249157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-blogging-from-brisbane-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-5464889718951243826</id><published>2006-12-12T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T01:39:11.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dad is going crazy over his muscle-man program thing. he keeps looking in the mirror and flexing and patting his so-called 'rock-hard' abs. omgg so disturbing ah. he keeps asking me to punch his muscles [i'm like whatever for!?]. freaky man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw my brother just polluted the whole study room with his durian and his durian breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday homework. hahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahhahahahah. i have accomplished nil. nada. zero. zilch.  how sucky is that. i hope we won't need to hand it in next year. haha yeaa right.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-5464889718951243826?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5464889718951243826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=5464889718951243826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/5464889718951243826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/5464889718951243826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-dad-is-going-crazy-over-his-muscle.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-116556328796178194</id><published>2006-12-08T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:39:48.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the road to success is not straight.&lt;br /&gt;there is a curve called failure ;; a loop called confusion ;; speed bumps called friends ;; red lights called enemies ;; caution lights called family. ;; &amp; flats called jobs. but if you have a spare called determination ;; an engine called perseverance ;; insurance called faith ;; and a driver called jesus, you will make it to a place called success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-116556328796178194?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-116541127420634773</id><published>2006-12-06T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T21:22:47.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/352/862/1600/395911/503903115it17black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/352/862/320/703818/503903115it17black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want!!&lt;br /&gt;for christmas.&lt;3 this mini barrel is so incredibly cute. *swoons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thou shalt not covet&lt;/em&gt; germaine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love dooney and bourke so bad. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-116541127420634773?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-116514040023485349</id><published>2006-12-03T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:58:55.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>27th nov - musical evening was the bomb. though this update is super late. performing at the esplanade was sort of an eye-opener i guess. according to ms low every section would have a dressing room with nice nice toilets and nice nice showers just like those at hotels but the main band ended up squashed in a holding room &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; the alumni. -.-  &lt;br /&gt;the french braids made my head a bit itchy. levia ate dark chocolate with me in the gents again! (: so embarrassing this caucasian man opened the toilet door and freaked out when he saw us inside. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother  was the only one who watched the first item [the band - us] inside the concert hall. cause dad and the others arrived late so they had to watch the tv outside. haiyah. &lt;br /&gt;anw according to my mother the choir was scary. hahahaha. so funny the clicking tongue part? dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tuesday morning i had band. it was this combined thing with ngee ann sec, hai sing and anglican high. nerdish oboe guys! :/ &lt;br /&gt;after band i went to watch happy feet with section at ps. but i had to leave during the last ten minutes of the movie because i had to rush of for maranatha's youth camp at changi. my parents picked me from ps. haha i hadn't even packed/bathed then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp was a booster. once in a while you need those kinda things to push you to learn more about God's Word. heh. lessons and devotions were interesting. but i learned that when pastor jesse says "in closing", he really means give him another hour before he's done. so draggy. haha. &lt;br /&gt;too bad it wasn't much of a youth camp; there were so few teens and so many of those stupid children. lol. &lt;br /&gt;the camp was by maranatha baptist. everyone got split into 4 activity groups. zac and gabriel and me were the only teens please. so ironic, among the 4 group leaders 3 were from shalom. zac joel bryan. and justino that guy with cool teeth and braces. haha. he tells a lot of retarded jokes. so does ariel. damn cold. and i still don't understand why i kept laughing. :P&lt;br /&gt;the girls and female councillors got the four rooms upstairs with air-con [smirks] and the guys got to sleep in tents outside. so poor thing. my roommates were phoe, shermaine the mermaid, ariel and rachel. ariel's from crescent too and plus she's from 1s1. so coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;anw the games were fun. water polo in the sea is the sex. haha. actually my group was quite good alr. if you consider the fact that there were only 3 teens in my group out of 12 ppl and we still scored 12-14. then we played frisbee and blindfolded games and a marathon thing that involved digging into a tub of maggots [we learnt about samson and the lion's carcase]. so smelly the maggots. :/ &lt;br /&gt;there was this amazing race thing on the last day of camp. 10 km eh. i could die. i had to help zac with the stretcher we had to make to contain all our treasures[water balloons, 5 kg of sand, our shoes, our leaves and the map] and run at the same time. zac is crazy man. he has so much stamina. and that is already an understatement. he came for camp after his o's, which is sorta impressive because i would want to do other things like sleeping and going out.&lt;br /&gt;there were 10 stations in all and one involved eating unknown stuff. like grey blobs. hellooo grey blobs. ew.&lt;br /&gt;i had to sacrifice my water bottle as that was the only squirtable thing we had to fill up our water balloons. so disgusting - you could only use seawater. and changi beach is dirrrrrrty. ):&lt;br /&gt;we were the second team to finish okay. not bad huh. actually we could have been first but we were supposedly rude to one councillor so kana time penalty. no fair lah. she just didn't have a sense of humour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's still lots more to talk about but i'm lazy so trying to be brief yet comprehensive here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway all the teens played the candlelight game at one am in the morning after the younger people were snoozing. fun, but some guy tried to blow out mine and missed and spit all over my face instead. sick man. :/ and hot wax kept dripping on my legs [pain]. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then shermaine and phoebe and me went to our room at three am. borrowed jun xiong's guitar started playing nice songs. damn nice okay. i love the wilds. this christian association thingy. their music arrangements are awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;stayed up to tell ghost stories. and more retarded jokes. heh.(:&lt;br /&gt;each activity group was supposed to put up a skit about samson's stages of his life. my group got the period when samson finished his psle and went to ri. [funny ri has girl students]&lt;br /&gt;joel's skit was hilarious. haha. duh his group got first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i'm so tired now. &lt;br /&gt;camp was fun lah if you talk about the games. next week i'm going for shalom's one. so rushed. just came back then must wash then pack then chiong. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-116514040023485349?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/116514040023485349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=116514040023485349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116514040023485349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116514040023485349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/12/27th-nov-musical-evening-was-bomb.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-116421415650007426</id><published>2006-11-23T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:49:16.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my legs are sore from walking so much. i brought sarah to practically every single shopping mall in singapore because i was forced to. and we took the cable car in a thunderstorm which was really freaky [all the lightning flashes]. oh my gosh i'll be so thankful when she returns to virginia. &lt;br /&gt;i don't sound very hospitable but you wouldnt either. &lt;br /&gt;my only consolation is that she bought me a lot of stuff [one hardcore compulsive shopper] haha.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to spend christmas with gret in australia! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-116421415650007426?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/116421415650007426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=116421415650007426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116421415650007426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116421415650007426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-legs-are-sore-from-walking-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-116386118477355386</id><published>2006-11-19T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:46:24.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omggg my american friend sarah is reaching singapore at 12:18 am and will be spending ten days with me and my room still looks like a pig sty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-116386118477355386?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/116386118477355386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=116386118477355386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116386118477355386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116386118477355386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/11/omggg-my-american-friend-sarah-is.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-116262711259555301</id><published>2006-11-18T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T13:07:47.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT FACE="JuniorPopstar"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=5&gt;xiangyi:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Arial"&gt;happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;just wanna wish you a blessed sweet fourteenth. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all the &lt;strong&gt;laughs&lt;/strong&gt; over the past two years. and for everything! bitching and stuff. but i still think ccc is ugly. &lt;br /&gt;i'll miss making sims families with you. ): still remember biologia and chemistry and physics! &lt;br /&gt;:D anyway i love your badass personality. &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;why do i have to be the dumbass.&lt;/span&gt;  i'll miss you louiseboulanger! that crazy hiccuping laugh of yours! so contagious. &lt;br /&gt;the next time we go out, i'll bring you to pierce your navel. for real this time and we won't need to bluff sweechen.(:&lt;br /&gt;i haven't forgotten about &lt;em&gt;sharing shower cubicles with kelley and you&lt;/em&gt;! people are like o.O but after a few times i guess it sort of seems like the norm. haha. wonder if we'll do it again. [okay this isn't supposed to sound hopefully perverted]&lt;br /&gt;why did you have to put combination c as your first choice. ): &lt;br /&gt;i am still moping. heh.&lt;br /&gt;but hey we'll still be best friends eh? oh and band mates too.&lt;3 haha. &lt;br /&gt;good luck and god bless in whatever you do.&lt;br /&gt;ima miss you like hell next year. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="MY Handwriting"&gt;bebe montana&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="JuniorPopstar"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=5&gt;kelley:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Arial"&gt;haha smelly kelley smelly. one hardcore tv addict. yet she still gets pretty results. :P  &lt;br /&gt;you don't know how much i'll miss you next year. sounds so clichéd but what the heck man. &lt;br /&gt;don't lose that best friends necklace! you'd better not ah :P &lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything(: for cheering me up always without fail. heh. kelley the optimist! hope that this threesome can still be great friends as always. we have to carry out that you-call-me-i-call-you-twice-a-week plan. :D &lt;br /&gt;yeah and we so have to go night cycling together again! in the wee hours. haha. ;) &lt;br /&gt;i love you goody-two-shoes! too bad i won't get to be influenced by you anymore next year. ): &lt;br /&gt;that's good and bad i guess. hahaha i don't want to become passionate! save that for yourself and chienhansheng. funny, i think i'll be teasing forever. haha. stop reading those explicit romance novels! :/ &lt;br /&gt;all the best smelly and i'll miss you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-116262711259555301?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/116262711259555301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=116262711259555301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116262711259555301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116262711259555301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/11/xiangyi-happy-birthday-just-wanna-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-116342750827026750</id><published>2006-11-13T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:18:28.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanksgiving is coming up soon-&lt;br /&gt;i really miss eating turkey and pumpkin pie in america. maybe not pumpkin pie because it's sort of effective in making you feel like barfing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-116342750827026750?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/116342750827026750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=116342750827026750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116342750827026750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116342750827026750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-is-coming-up-soon-i.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-116342546907813524</id><published>2006-11-13T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:02:41.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to visit new zealand and try out zorbing!!!&lt;br /&gt;only two tickets by sia are confirmed. 2!? hello there's four people in my family.&lt;br /&gt;they're still waitlisted. ):&lt;br /&gt;i don't care man i wanna go new zealand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst case scenario: germaine flies off to new zealand with her brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;anyway musical evening is two weeks away - 27th nov @ esplanade 7:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's a little too late to advertise. haha. still, tickets are 20 bucks and we're playing da pacem domine, instant concert and high school musical. dunno about to the stars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is such a misogynist. ):&lt;br /&gt;he'd better go to a coed school otherwise who knows what's going to happen. hahaha chij st. nicholas. too bad it's a girls' school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band was fun today(: &lt;br /&gt;but ms low lectured us for a whole hour. omg so long. &lt;br /&gt;i really don't look forward to section chalet. :/&lt;br /&gt;it's just that staying overnight with the sec fours is so .. &lt;br /&gt;well i'm going for the bbq. then getting smuggled to celine's house for sleepover! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-116342546907813524?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/116342546907813524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=116342546907813524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116342546907813524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116342546907813524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-to-visit-new-zealand-and-try.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-116205449063663910</id><published>2006-10-29T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T10:26:44.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got back from chalet on saturday. &lt;br /&gt;i have a disgusting sun burn!!  &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day one: my mother fetched me xiangyi kelley and lala to costa sands. we waited at the lobby for the others to come. saw pear. ate pear's chocolates. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/352/862/320/DSCF2032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go pear! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was afraid my chicken wings would get exposed to bacteria. imagine everyone suffering from food poisoning. hee.&lt;br /&gt;the chalet was kind of cramped so movement was limited. &lt;br /&gt;the toilet wasn't that great either [ask kelley the one with a big bladder]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it rained in the afternoon, totally wasting our time. -_-&lt;br /&gt;the beach is cool though. i liked climbing this lump of a cliff in the middle of the sea. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/352/862/320/PICT1260.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bbq was so smoky. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/352/862/320/DSCF2041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i adore the sausages! it was divine munching on them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr ng, ms lau, ms loo and ms koh came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/352/862/320/DSCF2077.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi ms koh. (:&lt;br /&gt;ms lau ordered pizza for everyone. so nice of her(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night cycling is awesome. :D kelley and i cycled from area h and back. we kept our eyes open for rapists so it was pretty safe. plus all the blinding roadside lights and countless people walking around.&lt;br /&gt;but we're really apologetic for making xiangliang come find us. so sorry. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at 1 plus after cycling. sixteen people to a room. so overcrowded haha. someone kept touching my legs at weird intervals. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day two: woke up at 4 am anticipating sunrise. most of us cycled to macs for breakfast but xiangyi, kelley and i sat at the beach and stupidly waited for the sun to rise. it was taking its own sweet time. haha. &lt;br /&gt;we then cycled to bedok jetty and it finally rose. wasn't that fantastic. the sky just turned brighter. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/352/862/320/DSCF2174.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a puny sun. sunset is so much nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went tanning once the sun became hot enough. no bikinis in sight. hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;xiangyi and kelley had to leave for home early so i stayed at the beach building sandcastles. i didn't keep track of the time; returned to the chalet with a sunburned back. my skin doesn't peel but it's so red. :/&lt;br /&gt;took a shower then went to marine bowl with lynnette's clique and a few other people. remy ong was there. i so wanted the other guy lee yu wen to win. too bad he didn't. so many people were betting there. retarded lah. i mean you don't even hit jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;wasted my money at the arcade upstairs on shooting games. haha. everyone was dancing parapara and that music revolution thingy. this fat malay guy was super pro. haha.&lt;br /&gt;we needed four people to step on all the arrows yet we still made loads of mistakes.(:&lt;br /&gt;i beat lynnette the oh-so-censored one like pamela anderson at this motorcycle racing game. :P heh.&lt;br /&gt;afterwards everyone headed to eat ice-cream and waffles. the cheese hotdogs the waffleshop sells are so succulent! yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got matching earrings with pris again! so pretty. :D&lt;br /&gt;then i walked back and packed before my mom picked me to go shopping. ): i didn't have any stamina left. so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. chalet was super fun&lt;3. you guys don't know how much i'm going to miss everyone. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/352/862/320/PICT1267.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-116205449063663910?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/116205449063663910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=116205449063663910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116205449063663910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116205449063663910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-got-back-from-chalet-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-116109101808450487</id><published>2006-10-17T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:16:58.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's completely boring after exams. ): &lt;br /&gt;i mean with all those uninteresting talks where everyone just snoozes in the auditorium. &lt;br /&gt;plus i have to do compulsory cip: cleaning with mrs khan. OH JOY! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot believe i did not fail history! :D&lt;br /&gt;hahahah now you have a brief idea of how i fared. the history lessons in america are so much nicer than those anesthetized ones here. so boring and tedious. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celine's pink stuffed thing looks suspiciously like a boob. lmao(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1% of males are at risk of breast cancer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope we have sectionals this thursday because my da pacem domine really sucks. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-116109101808450487?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/116109101808450487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=116109101808450487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116109101808450487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116109101808450487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/10/schools-completely-boring-after-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-116039986186574050</id><published>2006-10-09T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:51:33.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xiangyi's house is a great place to look at flowery low-cut swim suits :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad we didn't watch john tucker must die after all. &lt;br /&gt;the time was spent watching playhouse disney and making music videos and voodoo dolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loooooove playgrounds. can't get enough of childhood. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/352/862/320/trip%20to%20Xiangyi%27s%20house%20019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;xiangyi and kelley are zero cool&lt;3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-116039986186574050?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/116039986186574050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=116039986186574050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116039986186574050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116039986186574050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/10/xiangyis-house-is-great-place-to-look.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-116015002597562190</id><published>2006-10-06T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T00:08:54.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>history is overrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ..  MERDEKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was hell of a lot of fun! besides history fye.&lt;br /&gt;xiangyi and kelley came over to swim after art exam. man i feel so slack; it's like fyes are close to extinction and we can party all day(:&lt;br /&gt;the last paper's on monday but&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to mug for science. :D&lt;br /&gt;though KELLEY LAU wants to and she originally didn't wanna come to my house. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went swimming at my aunt's house before swimming at mine. haha. &lt;br /&gt;playing hide and seek underwater with jeanette is awesome! although she was never caught. -.- &lt;br /&gt;the security guard scolded us because i think we were screaming? lmao you never know what you're doing with xiangyi around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got stuck inside one water pot at the mushroom pool and nearly couldn't get out. ahhhhhhhh embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the clubhouse toilets with MAKEUP after swimming.&lt;br /&gt;gave each other makeovers.. so lame man. (: &lt;br /&gt;i think purple eyeshadow on me makes me look as if i have a black eye. hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;took pictures in the sauna. so dark! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were only two showers in the ladies and one was already occupied so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;xiangyi and kelley and i &lt;strong&gt;shared&lt;/strong&gt; that single cubicle!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;we formed a triangle and each of us were facing the walls so we couldn't see.&lt;br /&gt;lol we stripped down to our bare necessities but i was the only completely naked one :/&lt;br /&gt;it was so hard to bathe! everyone kept shrieking at each other to DON'T SEE.&lt;br /&gt;omg(: so spaz. some idiot guy outside kept swtiching the lights on and off and was saying sth about robbing us. uhh -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i can't wait to do that again during the holidays! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-116015002597562190?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/116015002597562190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=116015002597562190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116015002597562190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/116015002597562190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/10/history-is-overrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115996182672748083</id><published>2006-10-04T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T19:37:07.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sick with a fever and sore throat ):&lt;br /&gt;there's lit and math exam tomorrow ):&lt;br /&gt;learning about antonio and bassanio and how gay they are is unbearable. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115996182672748083?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115996182672748083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115996182672748083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115996182672748083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115996182672748083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-sick-with-fever-and-sore-throat.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115971660483784754</id><published>2006-10-01T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T18:54:16.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've just had a really bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pastor at my church is thinking of living in australia permanently which means i can't see gretal! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took out my clarinet because i haven't touched it ever since band stopped and i found &lt;u&gt;termites&lt;/u&gt; crawling all over my reed. yucks man. pft pfft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all days my brother has to steal my chinese dictionary and leave it in his locker. damn. i have hmt tomorrow and i totally depend on it to pass my compo gahhhhh. i can't use the other dictionaries at home because they're all englishchinese while the one i need has to be completely chinese. grr. oh well. i guess i'll have to borrow joel or bryan's. D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom wants me to resume piano! shucks and i thought doomsday would end. i mean, you would positively &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; piano if your teacher uses metal rods to whack your fingers when you play wrong notes. &lt;br /&gt;my poor knuckles):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family is still considering to go holidaying in america w/o me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=7&gt;hi there who's gonna cook for me????&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y83/taffeerox/convos-2.jpg"&gt;planning xiangyi's timetable is fun. :D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115971660483784754?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115971660483784754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115971660483784754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115971660483784754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115971660483784754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-just-had-really-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115952151519233670</id><published>2006-09-29T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T17:18:35.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really have an affinity with numbers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played the forfeit number game with xiangyi, stef, joey and xiangliang after ms goh's farewell party. the one who guessed the correct number had to drink crushed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;BARBEQUE&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; flavoured lays mixed with kickapoo and sprite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so nauseating please. i got the right number three times! so did xiangyi. we sort of chickened out later. haha. rushed to thirdfloorpoly and flooded it with puke.&lt;br /&gt;lol. felt like shitting because of all the crap we consumed. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sick right now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drink totally affected the rest of our day. i hit a desk in that particular area by accident trying to sit down. so pain. D: i kept laughing during chinese and zhao fang was eyeing the paper with all the bikinis. hahahhaahaha. dunno why lynnette and us started drawing 'apple' and 'pear' shapes. kept discussing on celebs and how their chests were full of silicone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d&amp;t was totally frustrating because mr ho was such a scrooge on the colgate. ): my plastic workpiece took eons to become shiny. gahh kelley and i spent forever polishing the darn thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115952151519233670?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115952151519233670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115952151519233670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115952151519233670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115952151519233670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-really-have-affinity-with-numbers.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115883866305702257</id><published>2006-09-21T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:37:43.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>english fye tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't be blogging ):&lt;br /&gt;arrg you doosh bag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115883866305702257?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115883866305702257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115883866305702257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115883866305702257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115883866305702257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/09/english-fye-tomorrow-i-shouldnt-be.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115814717105735988</id><published>2006-09-13T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:18:03.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i did this while waiting for ms lau. yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[-THE USUAL 'ABOUT YOU' PART-]&lt;br /&gt;Name;; Germaine Foo&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames;; germ, german gas, foo&lt;br /&gt;When were you expected to be born;; 310592&lt;br /&gt;When were you actually born;; 010592&lt;br /&gt;Gender;; female&lt;br /&gt;Religion;; Christian&lt;br /&gt;Is your hair long, medium or short;; medium&lt;br /&gt;Is it naturally straight, wavy or curly;; straight&lt;br /&gt;Do you straighten/curl it;; neither&lt;br /&gt;What color are your eyes naturally;; black&lt;br /&gt;Do you have colored contacts;; only plain ones&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself short, regular or tall;; taller than you :P&lt;br /&gt;Lefty or Righty;; righty&lt;br /&gt;Star Sign;; taurus. moooo&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size;; 7&lt;br /&gt;Gay, straight, bi, others;; 100% straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[-THIS OR THAT-]&lt;br /&gt;Safety pins or paper clips;; paper clips&lt;br /&gt;Letters or numbers;; letters&lt;br /&gt;Soda or juice;; soda&lt;br /&gt;Abercrombie or Hot Topic;; abercrombie&lt;br /&gt;Anime or manga;; anime&lt;br /&gt;Health or junk food;; junk food&lt;br /&gt;Cookie dough or baked cookies;; cookie dough&lt;br /&gt;Magazine or book;; both&lt;br /&gt;Xanga or Myspace;; neither&lt;br /&gt;Love or like;; it depends&lt;br /&gt;Pink or black;; black&lt;br /&gt;Polka-dots or checkers;; polka-dots!&lt;br /&gt;Guitar or keyboard;; keyboard&lt;br /&gt;Rap or rock;; no rap please :/&lt;br /&gt;Pen or pencil;; pen&lt;br /&gt;Binder or not;; depends&lt;br /&gt;Laser or ball mouse;; i don't care&lt;br /&gt;Cellphone or house phone;; cell&lt;br /&gt;Windows or Mac;; windows&lt;br /&gt;Typewriter or computer;; never used a typewriter&lt;br /&gt;Seeing or hearing;; difficult to choose..&lt;br /&gt;Hoodie or jacket;; don't care&lt;br /&gt;Sneakers or boots;; sneakers&lt;br /&gt;Beach or lake;; beach&lt;br /&gt;Park or library;; park&lt;br /&gt;Read or write;; read&lt;br /&gt;Book or television;; watching too much tv causes bad eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;Skirt or pants;; jeans&lt;br /&gt;Hair up or down;; down&lt;br /&gt;Short or long sleeves;; short&lt;br /&gt;School bus or city bus;; doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Rich or poor;; happy medium&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise or sunset;; sunset&lt;br /&gt;Clear or rainy;; clear&lt;br /&gt;Warm or cold;; warm&lt;br /&gt;Humid or dry;; dry&lt;br /&gt;Pool or hot tub;; hot tub. it's funny when you fart and the bubbles go 'blooooob'(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[-FAVORITES-]&lt;br /&gt;Number;; 7&lt;br /&gt;Colour;; the gay colour. purple.&lt;br /&gt;Sound;; music&lt;br /&gt;Smell;; food&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed animal;; this stuffed cow i got last year&lt;br /&gt;Cold food;; ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;Hot food;; tabasco sauce&lt;br /&gt;School lunch;; can't say i like any of it&lt;br /&gt;School subject;; p.e.&lt;br /&gt;Radio station;; 98.7 FM&lt;br /&gt;Phrase;; give me a jingle&lt;br /&gt;Word;; germaine&lt;br /&gt;Math problem;; never had one -.-&lt;br /&gt;Month;; May&lt;br /&gt;Year;; don't have one&lt;br /&gt;Day of the week;; friday&lt;br /&gt;Country;; america. though i wouldn't want to live there.&lt;br /&gt;Place to be;; the beach&lt;br /&gt;Friend;; i can't choose that&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity;; myself :D&lt;br /&gt;Time of day;; lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Temperature;; not too hot or cold; just nice&lt;br /&gt;Season;; winter&lt;br /&gt;Childhood memory;; eating sand with nick, being with gretal&lt;br /&gt;Themepark;; disneyworld?&lt;br /&gt;School you went too;; bukit timah primary, crescent girls'&lt;br /&gt;Thing about yourself;; i'm the awesomest. [:&lt;br /&gt;Instrument;; klarinette&lt;br /&gt;Gym activity;; volleyball&lt;br /&gt;Drink;; water&lt;br /&gt;Soda;; dr pepper&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Flavour of ice-cream;; vanilla, coffee&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon;; spongebob squarepants&lt;br /&gt;Reality Show;; don't have a favourite&lt;br /&gt;Store;; claire's&lt;br /&gt;Mall;; a less crowded one&lt;br /&gt;Movie theatre;; anyone&lt;br /&gt;Place to eat;; anywhere that has nice food&lt;br /&gt;Car;; volkswagen new beetle? they're cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[-FRIENDS-]&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend;; gretal&lt;br /&gt;Other best friends;; xiangyi and kelley&lt;br /&gt;Good friends;; way too many&lt;br /&gt;Friends that's in most of your classes;; everyone in s1&lt;br /&gt;Friends that's in least of your classes;; those in other classes duh&lt;br /&gt;Friends that you only see at lunch;; those in other levels&lt;br /&gt;Name some of your online friends;; i'm currently offline&lt;br /&gt;Who`s the oldest of your friends;; joanne&lt;br /&gt;Who`s the youngest;; you mean little babies?&lt;br /&gt;Favourite online guy;; i'm impartial&lt;br /&gt;Favourite online girl;; ditto&lt;br /&gt;Worst enemy;; everyone loves me!&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend or Girlfriend;; isn't it a bit early?&lt;br /&gt;Crush;; hmmm I wouldn't put it up here for all to see -.-&lt;br /&gt;Cutest friend of the opposite sex;; uhh i won't say&lt;br /&gt;Loudest friend;; xiangyi? her laughter is infectious&lt;br /&gt;Friend you go to for advice;; gretal&lt;br /&gt;Craziest friend;; my gangster friend XP&lt;br /&gt;Person you cry with;; i cry in front of everybody if i feel like it lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[-RANDOM THINGS ABOUT YOU-]&lt;br /&gt;What annoys you;; annoying people&lt;br /&gt;How to you get on your good side;; oh that's easy&lt;br /&gt;What makes you happy;; lots of things&lt;br /&gt;What captures your attention;; anything sparkly or pretty&lt;br /&gt;People who never fail at making you smile;; gretal&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up;; someone fabulous like me&lt;br /&gt;What country would you want to move to;; not china&lt;br /&gt;Describe your perfect house;; nice and homey&lt;br /&gt;When do you take a shower;; after school&lt;br /&gt;What place haven't you visited in awhile;; claire's ):&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go just recently;; school!&lt;br /&gt;Do you stick up for your friends;; of course&lt;br /&gt;Which planet would you like to visit;; planet earth&lt;br /&gt;How often do you stay home from school;; when i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;What do you use post-it notes for;; i don't&lt;br /&gt;Do you wait to do things until the last minute;; yah. one chronic procrastinator&lt;br /&gt;Do you use the telephone alot;; nah&lt;br /&gt;Ever got your tongue stick to something because it was cold;; of course&lt;br /&gt;Ever touched something to see if it was hot and it was;; yup&lt;br /&gt;Innie or Outtie;; uhh innie? my navel doesn't protrude! lol Any brothers;; one, younger&lt;br /&gt;Any sisters;; nope. spared from the lil brat&lt;br /&gt;Any pets;; fish, hamsters, bird, guinea pigs&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Any diseases;; none. i'm healthy&lt;br /&gt;Parents;; 2&lt;br /&gt;Relationship with parents;; pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;Do you drive;; i drive the buggy!&lt;br /&gt;Do you like driving;; sure&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight;; nah. isn't that like an infatuation&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in yourself;; sure i do&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in reincarnation;; i'm sorry, that's stupid&lt;br /&gt;Do you pray;; everyday&lt;br /&gt;Do yousave email/online conversations;; meaningful ones; yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you make fun of people;; as much as possible&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get married;; duh. it's still a long way to go though&lt;br /&gt;Do you suffer from motion sickness;; nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals;; not anymore. they collect dust and mites :/&lt;br /&gt;Who's your dream date;; gahh i have so many it's scary&lt;br /&gt;Who's your dream husband/wife;; undecided&lt;br /&gt;What's your scariest experience;; joel telling me a ghost story one-on-one in the dark and i had nothing to hug except a hula hoop.&lt;br /&gt;What's your funniest experience;; choking on a peanut haha&lt;br /&gt;What's your most embarrassing experience;; stepping out of my house without wearing a bra :/&lt;br /&gt;What's was your best feeling ever;; hasn't happened yet&lt;br /&gt;What's was your worst feeling ever;; diarrhea! the toilet kills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-More Random Questions-&lt;br /&gt;[001.] What`s your birthstone?: emerald&lt;br /&gt;[002.] What`s your favorite type of chocolate?: fondue&lt;br /&gt;[003.] What time do you take a shower?: depends&lt;br /&gt;[004.] Have you lost all your baby teeth?: yah duh like 6 yrs ago&lt;br /&gt;[005.] What`s the most useless piece of technology?: i have no idea&lt;br /&gt;[006.] What`s the most useful piece of technology?: internet&lt;br /&gt;[007.] Are you allergic to anything? If so, what?: nope&lt;br /&gt;[008.] Do you live on a street, avenue, etc?: avenue?&lt;br /&gt;[009.] How far away does your best friend live?: in australia currently&lt;br /&gt;[010.] Who are your best friends?: a few people&lt;br /&gt;[011.] Who are your good friends?: a few people&lt;br /&gt;[012.] Do you ever say 'lol' or 'lmao' online?: lol. lol!&lt;br /&gt;[013.] Have you ever seriously typed lyk diisz?: no. it's for queerdos&lt;br /&gt;[014.] What do you think happens when you die?: i go to heaven&lt;br /&gt;[015.] What`s the most painful dental work you`ve gotten?: nil&lt;br /&gt;[016.] Where`s your favorite place to be?: with people i like&lt;br /&gt;[017.] Name one good store that went out of business: i don't know of any&lt;br /&gt;[018.] What did you do for fun when you where little?: give people makeovers [they were disastrous]&lt;br /&gt;[019.] Lava lamps: like/dislike?: i loooove lava lamps; they're so pretty&lt;br /&gt;[020.] What`s your favorite treat to get from the ice-cream truck?: ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;[021.] What class do you get the most homework from?: maths&lt;br /&gt;[022.] What`s your favorite board game?: life i guess&lt;br /&gt;[023.] What`s your favorite lunch meat?: mystery meat? :P&lt;br /&gt;[024.] Pizza or Chinese takeout?: depends&lt;br /&gt;[025.] What`s your fourth period class?: huh&lt;br /&gt;[026.] What CD is in your CD player?: cd players are so old&lt;br /&gt;[027.] What`s your favorite number?: 7&lt;br /&gt;[028.] Are you always late, early or on time?: on time&lt;br /&gt;[029.] Ever got detetion?: nope. i'm a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;[030.] What did you do for your last birthday party?: don't remember&lt;br /&gt;[031.] What do you think of the color blue?: the pool&lt;br /&gt;[032.] Can you speak any other languages?: chinese&lt;br /&gt;[033.] Black and white or color pictures?: both&lt;br /&gt;[034.] What meals did you eat today?: breakfast, lunch&lt;br /&gt;[035.] What`s your favorite cereal?: reese's pieces kind&lt;br /&gt;[036.] What time do you get up on school mornings?: 6:00&lt;br /&gt;[037.] What color is your keyboard?: grey&lt;br /&gt;[038.] Do you have a pet rock?: oh sure.&lt;br /&gt;[039.] What color are the sheets on your bed?: uh they have big and girly flowers on them. O.o&lt;br /&gt;[040.] Do you live in a house, apartment, etc?: house&lt;br /&gt;[041.] What`s your favorite kind of shoes?: flip flops&lt;br /&gt;[042.] What three things really annoy you?: public toilets, people with bad breath, and my brother.&lt;br /&gt;[043.] Do you ride the bus, get a ride or walk to school?: i have my ride&lt;br /&gt;[044.] How long is your hair?: little past the shoulders&lt;br /&gt;[045.] What`s your favorite weather?: snowy (:&lt;br /&gt;[046.] Ever saw a real rainbow?: yes&lt;br /&gt;[047.] What are your nationalities?: Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;[048.] Ever visited New York?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;[049.] What forums do you visit?: i don't&lt;br /&gt;[050.] What`s your favorite holiday?: my birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-The Morning, Afternoon, Evening and Night Survey-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MORNING-&lt;br /&gt;What time do you get up for school/work?: 6:00&lt;br /&gt;What time do you get up on weekends?: whenever i get up&lt;br /&gt;What`s the latest you`ve ever slept in?: 1:00&lt;br /&gt;What`s the earliest you woke up and stayed up?: woke up 2:00, stayed up all day&lt;br /&gt;What`s your favorite breakfast food?: cereal&lt;br /&gt;What`s your favorite cereal?: reese's&lt;br /&gt;What do you drink with your breakfast?: milk&lt;br /&gt;What are your first thoughts waking up?: grr&lt;br /&gt;What TV shows do you watch in the morning?: morning??&lt;br /&gt;What time do you leave for school/work?: 6:30&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person?: nope&lt;br /&gt;What do you do if you have extra time in the morning?: get more sleep&lt;br /&gt;Ever missed your ride to school/work?: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AFTERNOON-&lt;br /&gt;What time do you get out of school/work?: depends. 6:00 the latest&lt;br /&gt;What`s your favorite lunch food?: don't have one&lt;br /&gt;What about your favorite lunch meat?: dog meat&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the food at your school/work?: not really&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat actual lunch or just a bunch of snacks?: the actual thing&lt;br /&gt;Who do you eat lunch with?: friends&lt;br /&gt;What do you do first when you get home from school/work?: not homework&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you`re bored at work/school?: mess with my tablet&lt;br /&gt;Ever played sick to get out of school/work early?: once in primary school&lt;br /&gt;What`s the most trouble you`ve gotten into at school/work?: hellooo. i'm an angel&lt;br /&gt;Ever missed your ride home?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-EVENING-&lt;br /&gt;What`s your favorite dinner food?: lasagne&lt;br /&gt;How often do you order food?: when there's no more reserves left&lt;br /&gt;How often do you eat at a restaurant?: twice a week?&lt;br /&gt;What`s your favorite restaurant?: i don't have a favourite&lt;br /&gt;If you get tired around this time, do you take naps?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you take showers/baths at this time?: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;What time does it start getting dark outside?: around 7&lt;br /&gt;Ever counted down the sunset?: yep&lt;br /&gt;Do you often go out with your friends?: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NIGHT-&lt;br /&gt;What`s the latest you`ve stayed up?: all night&lt;br /&gt;Ever sneak out?: no i'm good&lt;br /&gt;Ever got introuble for having a party too late?: neverr&lt;br /&gt;What time do you go to bed on school/worknights?: when i feel tired&lt;br /&gt;What time do you go to bed on weekends?: when i feel tired&lt;br /&gt;Are you a night owl?: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of the dark?: heck no&lt;br /&gt;How often do you have sleepovers?: not often&lt;br /&gt;Ever went swimming at nighttime?: yeah duh&lt;br /&gt;What`s the latest you`ve stayed out with friends?: not very late&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever located constellations in the sky?: what for&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a telescope and look at the stars with it?: nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to find the north star?: not really. no&lt;br /&gt;What about Jupiter and Venus in the sky?: nope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115814717105735988?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115814717105735988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115814717105735988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115814717105735988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115814717105735988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-did-this-while-waiting-for-ms-lau.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115752321295635425</id><published>2006-09-07T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T14:14:07.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday anne :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go gary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115752321295635425?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115752321295635425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>gala 'o6;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still trying to figure out how men aim into a urinal and pee without missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, there were two toilets in the holding room at meritus mandarin. and we were all females so nobody really cared. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, before we left for the hotel everyone was trying to stuff food into their clarinet cases. hahahaha. secret stash. my second bar of chocolate melted but it was still edible. :D i was starving 24/7. felt so deprived of food for the first time ever [i'm serious]. &lt;br /&gt;everyone was eating like a barbarian during lunch. well maybe except for our sl. haha she eats with class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was free and easy for a few hours. haha. most of the sectwos went into the ladies and sat on the vanity top and we talked and joked and listened to music and took candid pictures. i liked the one of little boyboy shorty rachel! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went up to the ballroom with boyboy to 'help' the organizers pack the goodie bags. we were eyeing the black chocolate and hersheys all the while haha. (: there was one extra so boyboy stuffed it into her shorts omg and i ate it okay. ew. &lt;br /&gt;we hid in the gents and anne shared the chocolate with us in one cubicle. kept laughing like idiots; i bet everyone thought -something- was going on inside.&lt;br /&gt;the chocolate was good though. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ballroom is so pretty! (: i loooove the lights. lol shiny shiny.&lt;br /&gt;we held a practice there until five p.m. before returning to the holding room for more food [chicken nuggets only ): sad case]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changing; &lt;br /&gt;nobody wanted to mass change so i nearly got the whole vanity area and i was trying to strip without letting people see. linda was obviously trying to peek.. heh i kept asking her to look away. which proves i'm not a porn star. :P lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band got seated by six p.m. and people started appearing. all the seniors looked totally not themselves; heavy makeup and poofy gowns. &lt;br /&gt;ms ho ching came and then the dinner started. i can't believe they were eating abalone and shark's fin in front of me. felt so dejected because all we got for dinner was mc donald's. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the angklung ensemble and us performed, all the lousy guests just kept eating and eating and talking and reminiscing; it was so irritating okay.  &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;i mean, can't you catch up with your long lost teacher AFTER we performed? at least show a little bit of respect right.&lt;br /&gt;i was blasting with dynamics like &lt;em&gt;ffffff&lt;/em&gt; for the loud parts because everyone was talking and it was very noisy. damn guests. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the birthday toast band went back into the holding room for dinner. we clarinetists wanted to eat in the loverly toilets and tell ghost stories but all the school bimbos came downstairs and occupied our territory. just to check on their makeup. &lt;br /&gt;-_______________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to tell bits of ghosts stories without getting interrupted by people with fragile bladders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we swtiched off the lights; &lt;br /&gt;they turned it back on. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a scary one was: once upon a time there was a girl called mary no sally no cutie pie no &lt;em&gt;apple pie&lt;/em&gt; and she was the prettiest girl in school so all the guys wanted to woo her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah by the way, we had burgers and apple pies for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;i stole another box. (: ate one and a half burgers and three apple pies. which still did not fill my stomach. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;levia and i went galloping around with our golden balloons. like immature kids.(:&lt;br /&gt;we were connected by a earpiece hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached crescent at 12 midnight after the whole gala dinner ended and after the crappy bus finally came to pick us. i was about to start my 48 hour nap but the jerking woke me and anyway i had to go for church tomorrow. couldn't sleep in. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115727735294864687?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115727735294864687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115727735294864687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115727735294864687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115727735294864687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/09/gala-o6-im-still-trying-to-figure-out.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115701120267231925</id><published>2006-08-31T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T16:00:02.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>teachers' day concert was awful. all dancing and singing [out of tune too] performances. the little guitars were so cute! and funny. kept laughing non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we held the farewell party for mr. ng. &lt;br /&gt;it was so touching. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of us cried during the powerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? mr. ng cried too. (: lol. he's a really nice teacher; everyone's gonna miss him when he leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i left without eating any of the good food in class. just some chips and then had to rush off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to btps with jolene. it was so stupid; they closed the gate until 2 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited and waited for the teachers to come down. can't believe they didn't allow us to go up to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a lot of old classmates. hahaha jolene and i kept tip-toeing in front of shorter people to make them feel, even shorter. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm really tired. &lt;br /&gt;wanna snooze now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel guilty for ponning band. i bet jieling or wenjun will start dao-ing me when i come back on saturday. hey, but why couldn't the practice for gala be yesterday or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115701120267231925?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115701120267231925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115701120267231925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115701120267231925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115701120267231925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/08/teachers-day-concert-was-awful.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115651684887217087</id><published>2006-08-25T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T22:40:48.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chinese oral was okay. i am so glad it's over. &lt;br /&gt;lol. stef had a lot of things to say so for a moment everyone was like, the topic is definitely about porn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha stef, haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the passage and discussion thingy was quite easy. i kept crapping non-stop though. the smiley examiner tested me. whew. almost thought zhao fang would take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner with dad and his swedish friend right from school. some orchard hotel place. originally wanted to go home and rest but there was not much of a choice anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i attacked the chocolate fountain! used a ladle to scoop and drink the fondue. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so heavenly. &lt;br /&gt;i love it so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate a buttload of strawberries too. ;D feeling uber full right now. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad brought me twelve tubes of lipsmackers back. ((: i didn't know he was the kiasu type. or maybe because i was being a demanding freak. hahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's one extra ginormous one. kool-aid flavour! it's as big as a tube of glue, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on la, even ostriches don't have lips that big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115651684887217087?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115651684887217087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115651684887217087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115651684887217087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115651684887217087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/08/chinese-oral-was-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115608167472769653</id><published>2006-08-20T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:47:54.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>church service was interesting. pastor marsh's sermon was inspirational. the crux was about what salvation is; it's not all about man going to heaven but God's presence [Holy Spirit] entering man. this is the first time since last month that i totally paid attention to the message preached; yes i am sorry. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so guilty sometimes when my parents ask me during devotions on what i learnt from the service and i have nothing to say. taking notes doesn't really help, because i end up doodling everywhere. oh man.(: nette and i kept drawing images of each other's future boyfriends once.  of course, we disfigured them. i gave her boyfriend a unibrow and a nerdish mien. she turned mine into a gay. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how distracted i can get? &lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urea formaldehyde has good adhesive qualities and hardens to a stiff material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. d&amp;t. i had better get an A1 otherwise i'm going to kill THE pig. after all the studying [you could call it cramming] i've done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115608167472769653?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115608167472769653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115608167472769653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115608167472769653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115608167472769653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/08/church-service-was-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115599499571269985</id><published>2006-08-19T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:43:15.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You're my hunny bun, sugar plum, pumpy umpy umpkin.&lt;br /&gt;You're my sweetie pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my cuppy cake, gumdrop, shygumsshmigums pure,&lt;br /&gt;The apple of my eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love you so, and I want you to know that i'll always be right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love to sing this song to you,&lt;br /&gt;Because you are so dear!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115599499571269985?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115599499571269985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115599499571269985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115599499571269985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115599499571269985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/08/youre-my-hunny-bun-sugar-plum-pumpy.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115590457423850905</id><published>2006-08-18T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T20:36:14.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to funan IT mall looking for an external hard drive and guess what; came back with an electronic chinese dictionary plus no hard drive. &lt;br /&gt;totally wasted my time lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coincidentally met yun wei there. haha. she wanted to buy adobe photoshop. school has to make things so difficult by signing that copyright thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my tablet's infected with two more trojans. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six viruses in two days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i deleted them. ;D the virus spreading in school's wireless is so troublesome. some lame hacker probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF! &lt;br /&gt;whew. i can't laze away the weekends though, busybusybusy. &lt;br /&gt;might be going for carpenter's tools concert tomorrow. see how first, because like i said, busybusybusy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115590457423850905?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115590457423850905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115590457423850905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115590457423850905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115590457423850905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-went-to-funan-it-mall-looking-for.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115565354159600693</id><published>2006-08-15T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:52:21.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>drama wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. hohoho just remember choral reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, our teacher, fran, is hot. according to xiangyi. :D lol. i like his shoes. &lt;br /&gt;he's pretty sick though. kept mentioning the fact that he could impregnate eight girls from our class per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also the fact that young girls in medieval england could 'breed as soon as they bleed'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. the romeo and juliet video was interesting. the modernized version was way off because for i moment i thought romeo was bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do bite my thumb, sir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115565354159600693?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115565354159600693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115565354159600693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115565354159600693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115565354159600693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/08/drama-wasnt-as-bad-as-i-thought-it.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115528846744868237</id><published>2006-08-11T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T17:30:12.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am being forced to eat some weird eu yan sang bai fook pills. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so disgusting please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't want to know how many cups of water i took to wash down the taste. &lt;br /&gt;now my bladder is on high tide mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i read the recommended dosage-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For promoting youth and health:&lt;/strong&gt; One bottle of pills taken once weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For general weakness:&lt;/strong&gt; One bottle of pills taken at every two days interval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For malnutrition after childbirth:&lt;/strong&gt; One bottle of pills taken daily, repeating for several days. It should be taken after clearing labour discharge(normally about 10 days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For regulating menstrual ailments:&lt;/strong&gt; One bottle of pills taken daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not suffering from any weakness or ailments or health problems and do i look as if i have malnutrition due to &lt;em&gt;childbirth&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i have to take it maybe cause of PMS and to replenish the iron content after menstruation.  &lt;br /&gt;psh females have so many problems :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115528846744868237?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115528846744868237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115528846744868237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115528846744868237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115528846744868237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-being-forced-to-eat-some-weird-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115510585801585713</id><published>2006-08-09T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:47:13.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nette's over at my house. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she bunked over last night and we were talking for hours from 11 plus to wee morning.&lt;br /&gt;lol it wasn't the typical girl talk because it was all about really random stuff and some vulgar audio clip. haha. we were laughing 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mother barged in the room and asked us to LIGHTS OFF GO SLEEP. i forgot to lock the door.   &lt;br /&gt;  -________-&lt;br /&gt;haha. i adjusted the temperature of the air-conditioner to eighteen degrees. it was freezing for nette because i stole her comforter and she only had a towel for a blanket. muahahahaha i'm so evil.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today she and my brother went swimming. i was mugging by myself. ): lol they ran out of the house and practically fell into the pool. what retards. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ordered pizza for lunch. cheesy bites. (: because my mother was supposed to go shopping but i didn't want to tag along so she stayed home in the end. but we still got our pizza.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agg. common test common test common test. they're bleeding my brain juice dry. lol. yeah i'm exaggerating. but still, D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind. only maths and dnt left. and that stupid chinese test. &lt;br /&gt;chinese makes me feel dyslexic. i have to pull my grade up from c5 to at least b3 to continue higher chinese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if i want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115510585801585713?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115510585801585713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115510585801585713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115510585801585713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115510585801585713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/08/nettes-over-at-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115501820881022095</id><published>2006-08-08T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:23:28.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>national day celebs;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;levia didn't come. haha that girl overslept. so i was the only unfortunate sectwo playing lion king at the back. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. the fashion show made me crack up really bad. haha. mr gary tan was so pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the singing of community songs. everyone was more enthu. how unlike last year lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i met ruiting. again! it's always the case. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss america. i reallyreallyreally wanna go back. not to &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; there; just for a short holiday. maybe l.a. or california. :D&lt;br /&gt;california is so nice(:  the next time i'll ever go back will probably be around four years later. for uni or something. &lt;br /&gt;i have to make a trip to magic mountain again! they have the craziest roller coasters man. &lt;br /&gt;and drink dr pepper ohhhhhhhhhhhh. don't tempt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this december i'm going to new zealand. traveling is loverly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115501820881022095?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115501820881022095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115501820881022095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115501820881022095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115501820881022095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-day-celebs-levia-didnt-come.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115475258041495604</id><published>2006-08-05T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T12:36:20.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the next time you feel like God can't use you,  just remember;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah was a drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham was too old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac was a daydreamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob was a liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah was ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph was abused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses had a stuttering problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gideon was afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson had long hair and was a womanizer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahab was a prostitute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah and Timothy were too young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David had an affair and was a murderer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah was suicidal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah preached naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah ran from God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi was a widow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job went bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter denied Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Disciples fell asleep while praying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha worried about everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Magdalene was, well you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Samaritan woman was divorced, more than once &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaccheus was too small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul was too religious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy had an ulcer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Lazarus was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: no more excuses. God can use you to your full potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, you aren't the message, you are just the &lt;br /&gt;messenger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115475258041495604?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115475258041495604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115475258041495604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115475258041495604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115475258041495604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/08/next-time-you-feel-like-god-cant-use.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115450471180444548</id><published>2006-08-02T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T16:58:14.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like this picture i added. it kind of matches my layout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIPGLOSS. &lt;br /&gt;yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother is desperate!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. she made me go to the gym just to kill time. i think she got tired of me staring at my tablet's screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115450471180444548?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115450471180444548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115450471180444548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115450471180444548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115450471180444548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-like-this-picture-i-added.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115449931102783258</id><published>2006-08-02T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T14:15:13.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was in a comatose condition this morning. i literally couldn't wake up. lol. dreamt about something wonderful(: but i cannot remember it. that's the dumb part. &lt;br /&gt;i almost fell asleep in the car a few times. almost; because the light was swtiched on the whole time. and it's so bright. &lt;br /&gt;joel reads the sports news then he passes it to bryan. and they have to turn the lights on. everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine how much sleep i could get if straits times forgot to publish the papers just for one day.  +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journey is pretty long. three secondary schools to stop at. i'm the last to be dropped off because crescent is so far away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;the minister of state's visit has come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THOSE TIRING REHEARSALS  ):&lt;br /&gt;but he was impressed. of course. you're talking about 2s1. (: &lt;br /&gt;the whole lesson plan was so not spontaneous. i was supposed to raise my hand and hold a stylus just to answer a question about the nike propaganda advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;so retarded. &lt;br /&gt;my tablet died a few times. i had to alternate the adapter between badass and amanda. eventually no batt left. because i kept doing tickle tests and playing minesweeper flags. [i am seriously embarrassing at that game] hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;those are my last resorts when school starts blocking other websites.&lt;br /&gt;i still don't get why they have to do that. we can't do anything in between classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115449931102783258?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115449931102783258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115449931102783258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115449931102783258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115449931102783258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-was-in-comatose-condition-this.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115438964402949149</id><published>2006-08-01T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T07:47:24.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;hows it goin&lt;br /&gt;omg thats american la&lt;br /&gt;s'up&lt;br /&gt;kelley:huh?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;anyway this is boring&lt;br /&gt;as in the rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;d-duhhh. &lt;br /&gt;i miss my section :'(&lt;br /&gt;hi 5&lt;br /&gt;i miss isabelllllllllllllllllllllllll&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;guess what&lt;br /&gt;whattttt&lt;br /&gt;my red carpet match is germaine the nice girl&lt;br /&gt;how unfortunate&lt;br /&gt;hey jealous ah&lt;br /&gt;E-EEWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;Dx&lt;br /&gt;lol. i have a wedgie&lt;br /&gt;hooray&lt;br /&gt;wanna help me pluck&lt;br /&gt;no thank youu&lt;br /&gt;lively bunch!&lt;br /&gt;erghaeoajbfds&lt;br /&gt;my tablet is dying&lt;br /&gt;-gasp! funeral is on the way!&lt;br /&gt;bleep is hereditary&lt;br /&gt;123412frjwevb9123rdb&lt;br /&gt;can't believe you saw the hardcore picture&lt;br /&gt;omg. stop it&lt;br /&gt;i didn't see&lt;br /&gt;lucky you :(&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE! the happy bunny thing is so sick&lt;br /&gt;STOP IT. YOU SHOWED ME PLEASE. DISGUSTINGGGG&lt;br /&gt;hairy?&lt;br /&gt;VERY,&lt;br /&gt;hey that rhymes&lt;br /&gt;shut up&lt;br /&gt;grosssssssss&lt;br /&gt;im going to lose my lunch&lt;br /&gt;mr lee is coming&lt;br /&gt;eh slow&lt;br /&gt;I MISS BANDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;cgssb! )):&lt;br /&gt;cats!&lt;br /&gt;kelvin chew's twin is slimmer&lt;br /&gt;like you :)&lt;br /&gt;ahha&lt;br /&gt;im shape-lier&lt;br /&gt;ewwww..&lt;br /&gt;on your head you mean&lt;br /&gt;talk more la&lt;br /&gt;more la&lt;br /&gt;raffles place EW SO COLD&lt;br /&gt;you habd i mean&lt;br /&gt;when they end&lt;br /&gt;flight of the bumble bee!&lt;br /&gt;yayayayayayaayayaya&lt;br /&gt;hoho&lt;br /&gt;isabel loves it:)&lt;br /&gt;same here&lt;br /&gt;BELL!!&lt;br /&gt;SIX OCLOCK MAN&lt;br /&gt;we can make buzzing sound on our tpts :))&lt;br /&gt;very fun&lt;br /&gt;i can make farting sounds on my clarinet&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;and kelley can make burping sounds lah&lt;br /&gt;pass gass!&lt;br /&gt;=_+&lt;br /&gt;my future lover is hot&lt;br /&gt;yeah of course. it;s me&lt;br /&gt;uh. &lt;br /&gt;he's gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;kelvin chew right&lt;br /&gt;heck NO&lt;br /&gt;kc long gone. so fat&lt;br /&gt;many many many fats&lt;br /&gt;band band here i comeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115438964402949149?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115438964402949149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115438964402949149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115438964402949149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115438964402949149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-hows-it-goin-omg-thats-american.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115416629229745152</id><published>2006-07-29T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T17:49:01.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aad cum speech day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was going to be boring [it still was, kind of] but overall not bad la.&lt;br /&gt;my court shoes killed my toes. i hate them ): they gave me five blisters. haha i had to put plasters on my stocks. so stupid. plus they became holey.&lt;br /&gt;stella ng is so pretty in person. hm and somebody thought her nose was too big hm. lol(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spray-painted my hair &lt;font color="#00FF00"&gt;GREEN(:&lt;/font&gt; for three bucks. fifi kept pestering us to visit her stall. lol. the paint smelled like grass. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busking! so fun to watch. but there was a belly dancer dirty dancing. pretty disgusting because her belly had a lot of fats. (: lol i was buying cotton candy so couldn't really see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ronin and spanish fly performed. they were screaming 24/7. spanish fly is better in my opinion. haha all the sectwo band girls kept jumping when they sang. the typical guy freaks. well not really. i jumped too. :D  twice then i got bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115416629229745152?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115416629229745152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115416629229745152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115416629229745152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115416629229745152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/07/aad-cum-speech-day.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115354258524761070</id><published>2006-07-22T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T12:29:45.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dad's back for a week. he has to return for some work later though. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha i didn't even know when he was coming back. so surprising. &lt;br /&gt;i was calling my home in class yesterday and he answered. our conversation went like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: hello.&lt;br /&gt;me: who is this?&lt;br /&gt;dad: i'm your mother's boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;me: wait. what?? omg.&lt;br /&gt;-pause-&lt;br /&gt;me: my mother doesn't have a boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost got a heart attack. i mean, MOTHER'S BOYFRIEND? &lt;br /&gt;then, of course i knew it was him somehow and i was a little mad. haha he scared me for a moment. i couldn't recognise his voice at first because i've been talking to him for a month using the webcam. which sucks when transmitting sounds.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really glad he's back because i have a lot of presents (: lol that's not the only reason.. haha i'm not materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. do you notice that whenever people call me, ninety percent of the time i'm in the shower? it's weird but that usually happens. &lt;br /&gt;guess what i do when i take a bath. :D aha. i still love playing with water even though i'm so old. -embarrassed-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115354258524761070?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115354258524761070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115354258524761070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115354258524761070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115354258524761070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-dads-back-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115340109054326181</id><published>2006-07-20T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T21:11:30.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>speech day rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg my stomach was so queasy because of that peanut-green bean-powder-paste. i think it was because i ate to much. [sheepish] lol. or maybe cause my clarinet gave off a very very very strong cork grease smell. i'm allergic to cork grease. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;talking about smells. hmm. :D &lt;br /&gt;some teacher stood next to me and was giving instructions to the perc people about moving their instruments, &lt;br /&gt;and then. &lt;br /&gt;she lifted her arm.  :/ &lt;br /&gt;she was wearing a sleeveless top so her pit was exposed and omg omg i could smell her BO. BO!!&lt;br /&gt;it was so repulsive.  D: i almost threw up the peanut-green bean-powder-paste.. &lt;br /&gt;she seriously needs deodorant. i might sound mean but it smelled decomposed. &lt;br /&gt;gah gah gah.  &lt;br /&gt;anne could smell it too man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we won't be playing big fun in the sun and shrek dance party ): so sad.&lt;br /&gt;those are like the only interesting songs besides lion king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. my brother looks like a banana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115340109054326181?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115340109054326181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115340109054326181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115340109054326181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115340109054326181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/07/speech-day-rehearsal.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115312621852797501</id><published>2006-07-17T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T16:50:18.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>took neos with kelley and ellie at heeren. it was a bit dumb because we wasted four shots. (: &lt;br /&gt;then i met ruiting taking 173. she looks the same pretty much if you don't count her specs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think buffy is constipating. she doesn't do her business when i observe her now.&lt;br /&gt;i fed her some prunes and she loves it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly i still feel kind of guilty not getting a gold for nbc. but i totally didn't slack during band. it's like the second time in the whole of cgssb history we got silver. ): must work harder for next year's syf. i'll probably be spazzing the day before. haha.   go CGSSB&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115312621852797501?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115312621852797501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115312621852797501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115312621852797501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115312621852797501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/07/took-neos-with-kelley-and-ellie-at.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115303791575271078</id><published>2006-07-16T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T16:18:35.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we got a silver.&lt;br /&gt; most were disappointed but at least now we know where we stand. &lt;br /&gt;i was shivering during the whole of happy march partly because of the temperature and also because i was nervous. my first actual performance too. &lt;br /&gt;the heel of my court shoe broke which caused me to walk like i was suffering from Parkinson's disease. (: haha. i had to drag my foot otherwise i would be clacking all the way. &lt;br /&gt;after the results we left vch and went to far east for dinner. burger king. [vomits] i got sick of eating it in america. lol. emily was our 'tour guide'. omg everyone looked pretty toot wearing band u with french braids. :D in public i mean.&lt;br /&gt;chinese common test tomorrow. as usual i haven't started studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115303791575271078?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115303791575271078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115303791575271078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115303791575271078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115303791575271078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-got-silver.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115288615241204502</id><published>2006-07-14T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:09:12.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="10"&gt;NBC is tomorrow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be afraid. very afraid.&lt;br /&gt;oh man i think i'll pass out during happy march. so nervous. hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115288615241204502?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115288615241204502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115288615241204502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115288615241204502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115288615241204502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/07/nbc-is-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115262005709898158</id><published>2006-07-11T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:14:17.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in maths today mr ng was talking about how 'he thought he could give our class his first virgin'. omg i think he meant virgin gotcha but the way he said it was a little weird. hahahaha. i have to find him for some extra help b/c there's a class test and i missed nine months of sg maths. ): so troublesome. maybe i'll just do pbl in the com lab. &lt;br /&gt;i feel like strangling my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;XIANGYI I AM SO SORRY. &lt;br /&gt;kelley and i were just joking you. but mr komiyama is quite nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115166480720058582</id><published>2006-06-30T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T18:53:27.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kelley and i plus four other people got fake nails today.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha we wish. lol (:&lt;br /&gt;it's this art project thing and the topic we chose was fake nails. the different designs..etc. yeah so typical girly.&lt;br /&gt;but we couldn't take pictures of nail polish on display at this shop in suntec [called dazzling divas -__-''']. not allowed. ): so eventually we had to switch the topic. &lt;br /&gt;to COWS. :D one of my favourite animals. :D anyways pris and i bought matching dice earrings. so cute! bahahahahahahaa. i perspired so much. now my pacman is smudged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna start driving in two years! maybe go back to america for a short period when i'm 16 and get a license. then fly back and change it into a singapore one. i think it's possible. if so then i'll be driving by the time i'm sweet sixteen! instead of waiting until 18..     my dad says it requires a certain level of maturity. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i am mature. LOL i bet xiangyi's saying no way.  driving the buggy on golf courses is so fun already. (: i drove into a tree once though. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115166480720058582?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115166480720058582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115166480720058582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115166480720058582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115166480720058582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/06/kelley-and-i-plus-four-other-people.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115148415930497445</id><published>2006-06-28T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:42:39.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate this blog skin. but i'm too lazy to change it. (:  &lt;br /&gt;everyone thinks i look like my mother. they are so wrong. i was forced to cut my hair when i came back to sg. :D lol i should get a mohawk and match coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i leaked into my soccer boxers if you know what i mean.  o.O haha! bloody. &lt;br /&gt;mr chua says i can play in that national band competition thing. woohoo but i really need to practice. :/  lol itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikini!&lt;br /&gt;anne and i kept laughing at that stupid name during band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115148415930497445?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115148415930497445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115148415930497445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115148415930497445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115148415930497445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hate-this-blog-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-115034585311082277</id><published>2006-06-15T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:30:53.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aghhhhh. i am so pissed it's not even funny. omg my domestic flight back to sg was delayed because of bad weather and i couldn't make it on time to catch the direct one from this city in new jersey to sg. so now i don't even know when i'm coming back. -__-'' i wanna cry lol. anyway everything to God in prayer. &lt;br /&gt;my dad is happy the flight got delayed b/c we can spend more time with him. haha. i'm in no mood to do anything now. i was trying to adjust to sg time this whole morning.. sleeping at weird intervals. ya. preventing jetlag and stuff.  just hope we can fly back asap. all the other flights are fully booked. crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-115034585311082277?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/115034585311082277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=115034585311082277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115034585311082277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/115034585311082277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/06/aghhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-114991246850068954</id><published>2006-06-10T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T12:07:48.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the end-of-year celeb at chandler's house today was mad cool. (: i just got back. we were 'par-tay-ing' the whole night. lol. originally she invited the whole school but most didn't come. oh wells. we still had fun. she has five dogs [so cute!] but her mother is allergic to dogs. haha how ironic. anyways her great dane kept jumping on me. it was freaky b/c he is super super super ginormous. plus he still had to gain 40 pounds (ard 18 kg) before he's fully grown. :/&lt;br /&gt;my mother wants to get a bulldog [ew talk about hideous] when we fly back to sg. fortunately, she changed her mind and now she wants a westie. lol (:&lt;br /&gt;chandler's house is nice they have an indoor pool. her dad dyed the water blue b4 we went swimming, so it looked like cleaning water in toilet bowls. haha :D  i pushed chance [chubby!] into the pool when he was bending over to get a basketball.&lt;br /&gt;darn hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;by the time i finally went inside the water was freezing. *_* lol i didn't wanna wear my swimsuit because it's kind of.. revealing. LOL. so i just wore some shorts and a tank top. &lt;br /&gt;sam &amp; sara were dancing to some horrible song by panic !at the disco.. err very entertaining. (: crystal was straightening her hair with a flat-iron and she burned my elbow by accident. -__-''' the cold water in the pool helped lessen the pain so i didn't really care about it. &lt;br /&gt;chandler's dad brought out the chocolate fountain and the fondue was oh-so-good.. and addictive.. (: i'm going to get a huge one at my wedding or sth. lol a white chocolate fountain and another dark chocolate one. yum. :P lol i started painting chance's face w/ chocolate. he practically turned into a black person. then everyone got into a huge fondue fight. my hair had chocolate in it.. ugh. &lt;br /&gt;ah well. one more party at sarah's place b4 i finally leave.&lt;br /&gt;OH SO SAD!&lt;br /&gt;haha. but i'm excited. the first thing i'm gonna do upon arrival is EAT! i miss singapore food. they have chinese food over her but it isn't the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i'll see you on the 16th of june. woohoo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-114991246850068954?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/114991246850068954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=114991246850068954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/114991246850068954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/114991246850068954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/06/end-of-year-celeb-at-chandlers-house.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-114953418382405206</id><published>2006-06-06T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T03:03:03.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the last day i'll ever see ashley and chris. well maybe another time if they fly over to sg, but there's the awards ceremony on friday and they won't be attending it. they're traveling to san diego. omg ashley and i had a ten minute hug in the girls' locker room. she was crying so bad. i held my tears for so long until my eyes become super red. school's officially out and i won't see them again! it's really sad actually. crystal and chandler are throwing a party.. end year celebs. and i have a goodbye party too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-114953418382405206?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/114953418382405206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=114953418382405206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/114953418382405206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/114953418382405206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-is-last-day-ill-ever-see-ashley.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-114840015815893854</id><published>2006-05-23T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:02:38.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my aunt told me the reapirs for my tablet. thank God it isn't like three thousand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$829.50&lt;br /&gt;i hope i have insurance beacuse i'm going to pay for it myself. ): &lt;br /&gt;i have the dates! i'm leaving va on 14 june [15 june according to sg time]&lt;br /&gt;and arriving on 16 june at 3 am in the morning. so i don't think ppl can come and fetch me. my poor dad has to stay in usa until august b/c of work. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-114840015815893854?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/114840015815893854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=114840015815893854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/114840015815893854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/114840015815893854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-aunt-told-me-reapirs-for-my-tablet.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-114831365834220680</id><published>2006-05-22T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T00:00:58.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my house is worse than a pig sty(: &lt;br /&gt;i went to busch gardens, this theme park somewhere in richmond or williamsburg, because i'm leaving virginia in a few weeks and i may never come back. [aw so sad]&lt;br /&gt;anyways i went for all the rollercoasters [pretty hectic] but i had to go on 3 by myself. my whole family is chicken. -__-''' yea the loops aren't scary only the drops. there was this ginormous one; the first drop was 210 feet. it was so fun. :D then i saw a sign that said: guests must be able to be properly secured in the ride seat, which may not be possible for guests with chest sizes approaching 52 inches. &lt;br /&gt;i mean, who has boobs that big. -.-  lol i think they were just trying to be nice, because bigger boobs sounds better than bigger waists. &lt;br /&gt;haha. this black lady had to get off. she was so fat. [jiggly ^_^] that sucked for her. fat americans! just kidding. love from the stinky lil asian.&lt;br /&gt;i had to wait for a minimum of one hour per roller coaster. the line was longer than the great wall of china. not exaggerating. patience is a virtue. (: i was talking to some girl the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;singapore is days away! i can't wait to get on the plane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-114831365834220680?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/114831365834220680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=114831365834220680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/114831365834220680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/114831365834220680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-house-is-worse-than-pig-sty-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-114788057408078665</id><published>2006-05-17T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:42:54.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i haven't gone on in forever. that's b/c ashley keeps changing my password. crystal and i are going babysitting! maybe. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-114788057408078665?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/114788057408078665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=114788057408078665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/114788057408078665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/114788057408078665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/05/haha-i-havent-gone-on-in-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11355489.post-114694272426459669</id><published>2006-05-07T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T03:12:04.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mrs marrero insulted me during p.e. -groans- i was standing at third base for kickball [yep the americans play weird games] and the wind kept blowing into my face because i didn't have a scrunchie. my last one dropped into the toilet bowl and i flushed it inadvertently. (: anyways. i turned around until my backside was facing her so the wind couldn't get me -HA- but then when my team was up she was telling someone you guys are going to keep playing until germaine pays attention. all she ever does is mess in the dirt or look at boys. the guys happened to be at the other side of the field and i was so not looking at them. i was looking at the grass. :P then mrs marrero laughed when she saw my face. i think she was joking. it still offended me. :P haha. the rest of p.e. i purposely pretended to look at the guys(: but actually sara and i were making up this remix about shit. it was amazing. we are child prodigy naturals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11355489-114694272426459669?l=alpine-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/114694272426459669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11355489&amp;postID=114694272426459669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/114694272426459669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11355489/posts/default/114694272426459669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alpine-passion.blogspot.com/2006/05/mrs-marrero-insulted-me-during-p.html' title=''/><author><name>germaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770045626829180763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
