<?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-3238144298346407637</id><updated>2012-01-20T01:38:27.128+08:00</updated><category term='SHU HUI LOVE CONNIE TALBOT :D'/><category term='I STILLSTILLSTILL LOVE CONNIE TALBOT'/><category term='I STILL LOVE CONNIE TALBOT'/><title type='text'>Shuhui;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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>747</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238144298346407637.post-4795540133929315443</id><published>2012-01-20T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T01:38:27.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays.. and a new start.</title><content type='html'>this long 3 months holiday was.... not very productive.&lt;br /&gt;i found a job, which was one thing off my checklist.&lt;br /&gt;other than that... nothing else was really checked off.&lt;br /&gt;such as cooking, baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually come to think of it, i only had these 3 things i really wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;i am a bit sad that i didnt do a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and if loving you now was my mistake then i'll give it all up before your heart starts to break - possibilities, timothy bloom)&lt;br /&gt;was listening to this song, and the lyrics was stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i dont think i accomplished much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did have many first experiences in my work.&lt;br /&gt;first, well it being my first job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, serving customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third, serving a slightly difficult moment. (the customer was a china lady. and her kids are apparently damn notorious in the shop. LOL. cos they were really loud and running around that kind of thing. but she's extremely nice. she speak at a bullet train pace i swear. i almost had a hard time trying to translate cos she was simply talking too fast. HAHA! and then like basically she bought stuff. then the problem is about her membership. then she say she is not sure whose membership it was, sicne it might be her relatives one la. then she say she want to like, so-call reset her password and stuff. then afterthat we were like ok. then after that right, changed cashier. then the second cashier said you cant change it if you are not the original owner. then she was like, but it is my husband's. and then the second cashier was like, sorry you cant change it at all cos it is a legal matter/document. and so on and so forth. AND I WAS RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE BECAUSE I AM THE TRANSLATOR. i can understand both their stands and i know that this document you cant change it like that. so i tried to explain to her. she insisted us to like try our best to let her change it, since her husband is not free to come down personally to change it. so i was translating back and forth, back and forth. it was the most tiring moment ever. LOL. then after that it was settled, in a way. like she say she will try to bring her husband down. i thought it was the end. nope. later she came back in and asked if like bringing her husband's ic to prove that she is the wife and everything, can like change the password. so i translated again, back and forth, back and forth. thinking back, it was so hilarious! HAHAHHHAHAHAHA! then she left. and second cashier was like "you better sign out now later she come back!" (not said in a mean way, more like joking manner plus it was time for me to sign out anyway) HAHAHAHAHAA!&lt;br /&gt;ok, she is not a difficult customer, but it was a tiring matter to translate. the customer was nice, really. her kids quite cute though they like really punch and hit each other. heheeheh, siblings love. she is a nice person, really. just that the.... matter was long to deal with. HAHAHAHA! but it was really funy now taht i think about it. HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth, being stationed at the fitting room. (SUNDAY OK, SO FREAKING CROWDED AND PACKED AND BUSY AND EVERYONE WANTED TO TRY STUFF. so 5 fitting rooms were full and the queue had like 7 or 8 people. wow. but fitting room is like less tiring than being outside. but i prefer being outside, because... you so-call help others? idk how to put it. HAHA! but yep. it's not bad la but i prefer being outside though it's tiring.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth, helping people to measure the jeans for alteration. (which was scary. i meant i was only given a crash course!!!!!!! didnt expect my self to you know, being kind of forced/ given the opportunity to measure since like before being stationed at the fitting room i will always ask someone else to do it. but i kind of learnt something. like, i have to be more confident. dont be like mother, be like dad. just do it. and &lt;strong&gt;be confident about it&lt;/strong&gt;. learnt along the way and i dont need to stop being guided at every single step.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sixth, calling another outlet to reserve an item. (this was particularly impressionable. because it was my first time like, checking the net for the item from other outlet. then it was so busy and packed. and then i had to check at the cashier's "computer". and i dont know what to say when i call! LOL. then raj and i think her name is franchell told me to just give the person the code number and the colour code and the size that the customer want. oh kayy........... so i checked the list for the number and dialled. rang for quite some time. the person picked up and then it's like, i knew what to say. maybe because it wasnt as difficult as i thought. HAHA! but still, the first experiences are always scary/thrilling. then the person asked for the customer's name and number. so i was about to leave the counter and asked for the number. THEN JUST SO HAPPEN, THERE'S A CHINA CUSTOMER (does this sound very country-ist? i dont mean it in a bad way) WHO CANT SPEAK ENGLISH. and just so happen i was just there. so i had 3 things on hand, getting the number, the person the other line and having to translate what franchell was saying into chinese. which made me so stressed! HAHAAHAH, thinking back it was quite funny. HAHA, I THINK I LOOKED DAMN STRESSED. HAHAHAHAHAH! the whole translating thing lasted for like 30secs but i was so angsty ok! cos the customer who wanted to reserve the item waited for quite a long time already. but everything turned out to be ok in the end. so yay! hahaha :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seventh, a realisation that i am not an extrovert. (all along i thought i was an extrovert, apparently it is not true anymore. i'm apparently an introvert. during work, i can dont talk to the other staffs and jsut do my own thing. like fold clothes and stuff. it's not because they are not nice, they are really nice. but i.. guess i am like shy and stuff and i am lazy to talk to them. and i cant find a common topic which is like the most important factor. i mean i smile but i dont talk. i dont converse with them you know. so it was a pretty big realisation for me. after this realisation, i thought i should make a change because if i dont, this working experience is not going to benefit me much. so i tried to talk you know. trying is the key to success. HAHAHA LAME.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, it's 1.40am. working tmr.&lt;br /&gt;so i need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;night ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get to touch on the 'a new start' part. ok, i shall blog about it tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-4795540133929315443?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/4795540133929315443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=4795540133929315443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4795540133929315443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4795540133929315443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2012/01/holidays-and-new-start.html' title='holidays.. and a new start.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-8878931165987111662</id><published>2011-09-06T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T00:01:38.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love/hate</title><content type='html'>i cant make up my mind whether to love or hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;somedays i feel terrible. so terrible about myself. i hate my teeth, i hate my nose, i hate my fats, i hate everything.&lt;br /&gt;somedays i look in the mirror and i get a shock because i look so pretty. HAHA, ya, vain moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's easy to tell others to accept themselves, but not so easy to believe it. that's why i give up trying to tell others to accept themselves. whether they want to or not is up to them. i can say it once, twice and that's the max. if they cant listen, then they cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i am struggling with my own image. yep, sucks to be me. people think i am not fat, but i know for myself what lies underneath the shirt and pants. so yep. trying to squeeze in more exercise. HAHA, kind of guilty for not exercising. i havent exercise for a few weeks because of exams and being sick. so i hardly broke a sweat. yep, so bad. furhtermore we are supposed to get 150 minutes of exercise a week. hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be skinny!!!!! with curves!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok, i shall stop thinking about it. at least i have a nice smile, yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tumblr girls forever so pretty. it's disturbing. really. and demoralising. therefore i shall not go on tumblr, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o levels coming up and here i am totally relaxed and unstressed. people must have been mugging their asses off. but i am so slack here. and totally not guilty. probably going to die for olevels. ah fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw myself. i hate being negative. but i cant help it these days. must have been the weather (i hope) i do not want to be a grouch forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-8878931165987111662?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/8878931165987111662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=8878931165987111662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8878931165987111662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8878931165987111662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2011/09/lovehate.html' title='love/hate'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-6882386815264515706</id><published>2011-03-30T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T21:58:18.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early april fools</title><content type='html'>today, is the best trng of my life. HAHAHHAHHA. got pranked. (thx ah) epic. one thing that i learnt about myself today is that i'm so freaking gullible. SRZLY. and i didnt know badminton is the new ELDDS. hahahahah! ok, but i still love them ;) and sec 3s, do your best k. it's all that matters ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-6882386815264515706?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/6882386815264515706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=6882386815264515706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6882386815264515706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6882386815264515706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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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-3238144298346407637.post-8625043843259056587</id><published>2011-02-24T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T21:11:12.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is crazy.</title><content type='html'>Life's a mess now. the problem with the c div zonals and whatnots. it's disappointing for them and for the seniors as well. at first i didnt believe in them, but as they started winning, i think my confidence in them grew. it is an unlucky thing that this happened, if i were them i will srzly cry too. their efforts are like down the drain. i just hope that they will not lose hope and will not give up, and continue proving themselves to amk and to everyone out there that crescent badminton is the true champion, not a group of people who got in to top 4 by fluke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my best partner: please do not be disappointed/ sad about what happened. i am sure you are not the reason alright. let's be there for them tmr if we can alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-8625043843259056587?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/8625043843259056587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=8625043843259056587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8625043843259056587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8625043843259056587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-crazy.html' title='This is crazy.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-1700679893588389376</id><published>2011-01-31T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:44:23.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do?</title><content type='html'>hihihihihii, i nearly sprained my ankle two days ago. wth, i cant afford to have any injury now! zonals in a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;potluck on wed. woohoooo~! hope it will be successful and really good.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i actually have a lot of things to say, but i forgot. so, ya. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='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-3238144298346407637.post-203704826972953216</id><published>2011-01-14T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T23:13:37.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd week of Jan</title><content type='html'>time actually passed really fast. HAHA, so busy busy busy busy busy with studies and cca! but i think it is fun, like i have something to do and a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that i want to get like 4 or 5 or 6 A1 for O levels? haha, and i want to be a teacher. lately i have been kind of working hard. been listening during lessons, complete my homework, and revised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i received a gift today! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D it's apparently sheenice favourite character. HAHAHAHAH. dont you think presents are like the best thing in the world? even if it's just a teeny chocolate or a sweet? i feel so eggcited and happy and wonderful whenever i receive a gift. though i dont think it shows on my face. like my reaction is not as big as the feeling , y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-203704826972953216?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/203704826972953216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=203704826972953216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/203704826972953216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/203704826972953216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2011/01/2nd-week-of-jan.html' title='2nd week of Jan'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238144298346407637.post-8370741851266526124</id><published>2011-01-10T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:25:48.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese: A2</title><content type='html'>ya, a2 for chinese. was quite happy with my result until my mum told me that i have a lot of room for improvement. and then i was like from :) to :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the process of waiting for my chinese result slip was super long. i was like knn, so anxious until i cried cos i do not have my paper!!!! and i thoguht only those who scored like As will get. and then i was like , shit, i dont have my paper!! i didnt score A! talk about anxiety + nervousness + relief.&lt;br /&gt;thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my dad just came back. and he had the totally opposite reaction of my mum. he's like "wa, not bad ah. see, got put in effort then will see results." so i am a bit happier now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after today's talk in the morning right, i am actually kind of motivated to do well. like i want to get 6A1 and i want to be a teacher. really, dont laugh. i am totally serious. i think i can teach quite well and i like kids. so...... ya, my goal. hopefully i achieve it. because i want to go up on stage for my results. HAHAHAHAHAHA. i mean who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall do my homework + revise + take a breather every now and then + train hard for badminton and try our best to win AMK or just try our very best in al lthe competitions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, bye and wish me all the best alright! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-8370741851266526124?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/8370741851266526124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=8370741851266526124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8370741851266526124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8370741851266526124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2011/01/chinese-a2.html' title='Chinese: A2'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238144298346407637.post-4449178331314177902</id><published>2011-01-09T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:24:34.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st few days of school,</title><content type='html'>was tiring. my eyelids were so heavy at 9.30pm! guess my body still wasnt used to waking up at 5.45am everyday. 3 days of school felt like 1 month of school. but first week always passed the slowest. after that, days become weeks, weeks become months. it will become a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am happy with my planner. :) feels accomplished over my planner (?) hahahahah, i know right, like wth. taking back hcl results tmr, surprisingly i dont feel any stress/nervousness/anxiety, wonder if this is good/bad. but, wish me luck! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hope to change my style for cny. (i think i mentioned this like 3001 times.) but i really want to. i want to wear dress! skirts! clothes i usually dare not try/wear. i have to change every year. for the past few years i am always boring. so now i shall be less boring. ;) and hcange for the better, like studying more, use my time wisely, put in more effort into my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i am a bad person sometimes. i tend to get jealous easily. judge people even though i am no better. gets irritated easily. feels that some of my friends are annoying sometimes (and regret that thought immediately but still.) am i the only one who gets annoyed by my friends? i mean friends are people you choose right? and like, you know, you judge them? it's so ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i need to be a better person with a bigger heart. and stop being a xin xiong xia zai de ren. who likes people who are 'narrow-chested'?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA, NARROW-CHESTED! WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, bye, have a good sunday and not have monday blues tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-4449178331314177902?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/4449178331314177902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=4449178331314177902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4449178331314177902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4449178331314177902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2011/01/1st-few-days-of-school.html' title='1st few days of school,'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-7231381090502513359</id><published>2011-01-03T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:28:57.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEEDS TO STOP BEING JEALOUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-7231381090502513359?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/7231381090502513359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=7231381090502513359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7231381090502513359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7231381090502513359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2011/01/needs-to-stop-being-jealous.html' title=''/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-3196126456607278026</id><published>2011-01-03T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:10:37.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shocked at having msg for chem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;capt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;obs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cca camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flea with see min.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;picnic at botanic garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cca camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;universal studios with jiaqi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;realising steph and i look really alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crezawards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spending a lot of money at sakae with sec 3s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bbq at nina's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regretting my centre parting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;celebrating my nephew's first month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking care of nunu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going out with cousins and laughing like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bought a dress! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;realised what nice juniors i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shocked at having msg for form teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/1/11 went out with cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;realised i need heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;realising my table is a gigantic huge mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and doing nothing about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(needs more memories and photos.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i hope to accomplish:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;study harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eat lesser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get a medal in zonals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get good results for O levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first step to studying harder:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;needs to clear my desk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-3196126456607278026?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/3196126456607278026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=3196126456607278026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/3196126456607278026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/3196126456607278026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-1097699473023492569</id><published>2010-04-03T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T19:05:33.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compromise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;why cant my parents compromise each other? just a small little thing and they had to make a mountain out of a molehill. wth.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-1097699473023492569?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/1097699473023492569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=1097699473023492569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1097699473023492569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1097699473023492569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/04/compromise.html' title='Compromise.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-7723669034252714630</id><published>2010-03-21T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:26:49.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March hols.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;time is so fast. seriously. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm, this week was quite ok. but i wish i had more time. D: D: D: D: btw, can you believe it?!!!! I LIKE KPOP. no la, i actually like taeyeon from SNSD and siwon from SJ. omg, like they are all damn cute please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same old, same old. nothing change much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. it can also be nothing much change.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-7723669034252714630?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/7723669034252714630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=7723669034252714630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7723669034252714630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7723669034252714630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-hols.html' title='March hols.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-6351486909618475465</id><published>2010-03-07T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T02:23:04.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;prolly wont see me around for ... a long while.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-6351486909618475465?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/6351486909618475465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=6351486909618475465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6351486909618475465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6351486909618475465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-break.html' title='Big Break.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-6957494877319557157</id><published>2010-03-07T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T02:20:35.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been so long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;hiiiiii! lost my blogging bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been so long since i blogged. dont think anyone notice. HAHA! common test was over 2 days ago. FANTASTIC :D after common test was jazz dance. HAHA! it was damn awesome. if you can ignore the teacher's hair which is damn annoying and that he looks A LOT LIKE MSG. HAHA, ME AND SEEM WERE LAUGHIGN OVER THAT. and he keeps saying himself as short. which is true. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, i dont feel like blogging anymore.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-6957494877319557157?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/6957494877319557157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=6957494877319557157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6957494877319557157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6957494877319557157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-so-long.html' title='It&apos;s been so long.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-1576838620345253742</id><published>2010-02-07T17:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:50:25.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures + lame jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/S26KIlE85xI/AAAAAAAAA4M/icVFoZVQXWU/s1600-h/P1060148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435433680279234322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/S26KIlE85xI/AAAAAAAAA4M/icVFoZVQXWU/s400/P1060148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;TENZING! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/S26KIIRRGeI/AAAAAAAAA4E/4k0d8zgrke4/s1600-h/P1060123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435433672546261474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/S26KIIRRGeI/AAAAAAAAA4E/4k0d8zgrke4/s400/P1060123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;perfect jumpshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/S26KHzqd1iI/AAAAAAAAA38/AAQmUg5F9HA/s1600-h/P1060099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435433667014809122" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/S26KHzqd1iI/AAAAAAAAA38/AAQmUg5F9HA/s400/P1060099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/S26Hdru3yTI/AAAAAAAAA30/iHDEC4F5MaI/s1600-h/P1060095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435430744308042034" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/S26Hdru3yTI/AAAAAAAAA30/iHDEC4F5MaI/s400/P1060095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/S26HdJM8X-I/AAAAAAAAA3s/VpFs0VD2WI8/s1600-h/P1060071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435430735038930914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/S26HdJM8X-I/AAAAAAAAA3s/VpFs0VD2WI8/s400/P1060071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/S26HczgGPjI/AAAAAAAAA3k/lxAPbBL_9RI/s1600-h/P1060063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435430729213689394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/S26HczgGPjI/AAAAAAAAA3k/lxAPbBL_9RI/s400/P1060063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wriggle wriggle wriggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/S26Hcjomn-I/AAAAAAAAA3c/r_NSIjfOGBQ/s1600-h/P1060022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435430724954398690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/S26Hcjomn-I/AAAAAAAAA3c/r_NSIjfOGBQ/s400/P1060022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee Tong's and Llewell's version of 'Father Abraham (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/S26HcDp1_-I/AAAAAAAAA3U/RvfHlzS9D2Y/s1600-h/P1060023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435430716369666018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/S26HcDp1_-I/AAAAAAAAA3U/RvfHlzS9D2Y/s400/P1060023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ZING-Z-ZING-Z-ZING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ZANG-Z-ZANG-Z-ZANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TENZING TENZING ALL THE WAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TENZING TENZING YAY YAY YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOOOOOOOOO TENZING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Qn: Why did the orange have a hole?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ans: So that ornage juice can flow out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Qn: What's a crippled prawn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ans: Lame sia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gosh, are you feeling the coldness here? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA. but it was damn hilarious. OH WAIT, ONE MORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;us: "EH, LLEWELL. DEBRIEF US FROM THE SEA LEH."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;him: "cannot la"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i think it is around these lines. HAHAHAHAHAHA, DAMN EPIC.&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-1576838620345253742?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/1576838620345253742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=1576838620345253742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1576838620345253742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1576838620345253742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/02/pictures-lame-jokes.html' title='Pictures + lame jokes'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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/_ZDavLPSbVlo/S26KIlE85xI/AAAAAAAAA4M/icVFoZVQXWU/s72-c/P1060148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238144298346407637.post-1717161355372014557</id><published>2010-02-06T20:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:17:39.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's something about OBS that stays with you for life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;walao, wthhhhhhhhhhhhh. hahhahhhahahahahahahha, damn awesome! (btw, this post is really messy) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Bus ride to punggol&lt;/strong&gt;. GREAT LAUGHS. hihi, everyone's addicted to "SO ANNOYING". hahahahaha, yay. \m/ no one can say i am annoying anymore. boat ride was... i forgot how it was. but i rmbed laughing really really hard at hweemin and her lugguage. HAHAHA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;2. reached pulua ubin. &lt;strong&gt;complained at how long we have to walk to blk 5&lt;/strong&gt;. typical. HAHA. then did admin stuffs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MARIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trustfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. WAS DAMNNNNN AWESOMEEEEE! when i stand there i was like, damn scared. my heart was damn fast. but i fell, and it was like, this awesome feeling. HAHA. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;5. we &lt;strong&gt;pitched tents&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;6. at 4pm, we had &lt;strong&gt;mass games&lt;/strong&gt;. WOOHOO. pwned like everyone. haha! and the floor was like, boiling hot. "My ass is burning" then went back to continue pitching tents. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;cooked dinner&lt;/strong&gt;. Rice + sweet corns + peanuts + luo han zhai + button mushrooms + curry chicken + sardines + tuna. DAMN AWESOME OK. but some of us had hard rice. but it's ok, it was still nice. everything was nice. :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;washed&lt;/strong&gt; the stuffs. then had this run/jump thing that me and hweemin did. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;bathed&lt;/strong&gt;. flooded the toilet.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;slept&lt;/strong&gt;. very hot inside the tent. had a very nice seaview. slept on and off. LOL. inside my tent: me, nina, hweemin, amanda, ruijun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. oh, and marie fell sick &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cheetong from shackleton had to take over her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. morning circle. and cheetong intro-ed us to our new instructor - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;llewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. hm, my first impression of him: he was those really boring kind of person. HAHA. ohhh, he intro-ed us to crab, pig and &lt;strong&gt;panda&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abseiling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. had trial at first. and please, the trial is NOTHING compared to the real one. the real one was like, uneven surface. the trial was like, so gentle slope. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;i was the first to go. and took like 10minutes for the real one. abseiling was like, reallyyyyyyyyyyy awesomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! :D &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;though really tiring. and freaking crashed into the rock and bushes like, 3 times. and like, 3 blue-blacks D: had panda with me. HAHAHA, PANDA WAS DAMN CUTE PLEASEEEEE! &lt;br&gt;oh, and christine lost panda!!!! D: it fell into the bushes. and i let go of my right hand, didnt fall. thank god. HAHA! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;those who have a chance, do go and try abseiling. it will be damn awesome! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QN: WHY DID THE PANDA DROPPED INTO THE BUSH?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANS: SO THAT CHINA CAN HAVE A BETTER DIPLOMATIC RELATIONSHIP WITH USA. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;HAHAHAHAAHAAHAAHAA! i laughed damn hard at this.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;btw, panda was found. by jing, who accidentally swung into the bushes. when others before her were desperately trying to reach it. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! this is damn awesome.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;btw, we were abseiling for like,&lt;strong&gt; 6 hours&lt;/strong&gt;. can you believe it?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;prepared our stuffs&lt;/strong&gt;. for trekking. and kayaking for others. &lt;strong&gt;heavy bagpacks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;trekked a bit&lt;/strong&gt;. set off at like, 5++pm i think. HAHAHHA, not far, comapred to the real trek. and hweemin was complaining like no one's business. and amanda and christine had to help her. poor them. and llewell was just, walking behind like no one's business. HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;reached the new campsite&lt;/strong&gt; after like so long. and met shackleton. and had to start cooking immediately, cos of possible rain and all. so half of us pitched tents and the rest cooked. walao, we pitched tents until damn xing ku. and we finished cooking before shackleton! \m/ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. had maggi + other stuffs. wasnt feeling well. as in stomach and head was damn giddy. thanks hweemin for helping me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. went to &lt;strong&gt;wash&lt;/strong&gt; the masstins and pots and stuffs. MY GOD. we went to the sea. and we got &lt;strong&gt;creeped out by the darkness&lt;/strong&gt;. cos we had to walk a loooooooong way to the sea. and it was damn dark. luckily smart me got a torchlight. HAHA. and llewell chose not to on his stupid headtorchlikething on the way back. so we are in even darker darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. while washing the masstins and stuffs, AMANDA SPOTTED A &lt;strong&gt;SEASLUG&lt;/strong&gt;. at first she thought it was a turtle. and after shining on it, it turns out to be a seaslug. llewell had to pick it up and gross us out even more.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"you can fry it you know. if there's not enough food."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;9. had bedtime stories. WALAO, DAMN FUNNY LA. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"muah chee" and "muah chee II" and the book story. hahahhahah! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;walao, laughed like super hard. and there's fireflies! &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;slept&lt;/strong&gt;. and the ground was super hard. got lots of pebbles. and very hot. and llewell did checks at night. HAHA, ME, AMANDA AND HWEEMIN POKED OUR HEADS OUT AT NIGHT. COS WE WERE REALLY VERYVERY HOT. and we just couldnt resist disturbing llewell so hweemin and amanda meowed when we was near our tents. but we sort of gave it away cos we muffled laughed very hard. HAHA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;11. apparently i &lt;strong&gt;mumbled in my sleep&lt;/strong&gt;. cos i was whining like mad crazy in the afternoon. and turns out i mumbled the same things i was whining about in the afternoon in my sleep. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA, I FIND THIS REALLY FUNNY! HAHHAHAHHA! turns out i am as annoying at night as in the day.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. everyone &lt;strong&gt;woke up like, 45minutes late&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL. was late to catch the sampan-speedboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;mad rush&lt;/strong&gt; to unpitch tent and prepare. and stuff all our stuffs inside the bagpacks.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;went around saying &lt;strong&gt;"TODAY'S GOING TO BE A GOOD DAY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;sampan-speedboat&lt;/strong&gt; chose that time to &lt;strong&gt;break down&lt;/strong&gt;. and the instructor PULLED TOO HARD AND BROKE THE STARTERCORK. HAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHHHHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"WALAO. what the ___"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAHAHHAAH, damn funny. was damn hilarious and panic-y. and he couldnt start the engine. so we sat there and stuck. llewell had to push the sampan-speedboat and cheetong was just looking at us from the campsite.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"hurry la, my underwear wet already"&lt;/strong&gt; - llewell . omg, i laughed like damn freaking hard ok! HAHAHAHHHAHAAHHA. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;finally the boat started&lt;/strong&gt;. yay! :D the instructor that drove us was like going damn fast. then he talked into his walkie-talkie: &lt;strong&gt;"dont worry, we are not going fast at all. we are safe."&lt;/strong&gt; me: *looks at hweemin* *burst out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. at first during the ride was damn panic-y. like, damn scared i will drop into the water. ohhhh, but after that i liked the ride ;D it was damn awesome cos got winddddd. (y)(y)(y)(y)(y)(y)(y)(y)(y)(y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;reached crescent. bathed.&lt;/strong&gt; never felt happier! :D :D :D :D had to give this major major happy face :D :D :D :D :D :D :D had &lt;strong&gt;canteen food. never tasted so good before&lt;/strong&gt;. everyone was staring at us (including the TAs) , cos we were wearing jersey + shorts + slippers. (nabeh ding dong. jealous ar?! HAHA!)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;7. lost to RGS. did quite well , considering my sleepy condition. LOL. izzati and buan hua are my new heroes now. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;8. had a good night sleep. in my own comfy bed.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;9. missed kayaking. like, idk sad or what. lost a chance to tan. HAHAHAH, and i heard the really &lt;strong&gt;lame surprise that llewell gave.&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAAAHAHAHAHHA. so typical llewell.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;1. back. went to school then to punggol jetty. mr keong was damn late.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;2. met &lt;strong&gt;sandflies' brothers&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHAHAAHHAA, me and hweemin were jumping like crazy. HAHAHAAAHHAAHAHHAAHAHAAA!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;3. took boat along with like other OBS staffs. to camp 1. reached and thought we lost our bagpacks. found out that &lt;strong&gt;all guy instructors at obs are damn lame&lt;/strong&gt;. (crippled prawn!)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;OMGOMG, I HAVE TO TELL YOU THIS. &lt;strong&gt;ALL GAY INSTRUCTORS ARE CRIPPLED PRAWNS (LAME SIA)! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHHHHAHAHA, DAMN FUNNYYYYYYYY!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;4. met llewell and asked if he knew where our bags were. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*RAISES EYEBROWS*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Dont Know."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;omg, feel like bashing him. HAHHAAHHAA!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;5. finally we met up with the rest of the group! :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;started trekking&lt;/strong&gt;. volunteered to be the &lt;strong&gt;sweeper with jing&lt;/strong&gt;. hmmm, good/bad choice. *gives self a pat on my back*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;7. was carrying the water bottle poles. &lt;strong&gt;"The more you drink, the lesser you carry."&lt;/strong&gt; OMG, SO ANNOYING, LIKE WE GET IT ALREADY! ARGH.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;overshot &lt;/strong&gt;at the first trail. llewell: "&lt;strong&gt;are you sure? are you really sure?"&lt;/strong&gt; omg, then argh, really annoying. after that he helped with the map and we set off again.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;9. I &lt;strong&gt;LOST PANDA&lt;/strong&gt;. OH SHITZ. WAS PANICKING LIKE MAD CRAZY. turns out that it was with llewell who was walking behind me and jing. &lt;strong&gt;HE SILENTLY PICKED UP PANDA AND DIDNT TELL ME . WALAO. NABEH DING DONG. &lt;/strong&gt;then he gave to christine. then we found out that he picked it up. now i know &lt;strong&gt;why he keep looking at the floor, to look out for lost stuffs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;10. continued. was damn tired. tenzing &lt;strong&gt;kept stopping&lt;/strong&gt;. and i freaking &lt;strong&gt;got bitten by a red ant&lt;/strong&gt;. nabeh ding dong. and WE FOUND OUR FIRST.. THING! YAY :D CHALLENGE #1: &lt;strong&gt;TARP FLIP&lt;/strong&gt;. was blindfolded. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Try #1: 3min+ Try #2: 1min+ :D &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;woohoo, tenzing rocks! :D oh, we found out that llewell had &lt;strong&gt;DeeDee&lt;/strong&gt;, the fruitella-like-smelling-lotion for children! HAHAHAHHHHAHHAHA. everyone was like, wanting to try. and love the smell ;D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;llewell: "I am a children what."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;us: "we are the children."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;llewell: "if i'm a children, arent you all infants?"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;it is somewhere along these lines. DAMN FUNNY I TELL YOU.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;11. continued to our second station. like really really really long. and was damn tired. gosh, &lt;strong&gt;stupid heavy bagpacks + heavy waterbottles&lt;/strong&gt;. me and jing &lt;strong&gt;desperately drank the water&lt;/strong&gt;. to lighten our load. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. tenzing was &lt;strong&gt;planning to tire llewell out. failed terribly.&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;12. reached. did &lt;strong&gt;PEBBLE TOSS&lt;/strong&gt;. bargained till like, almost 80% discount. HAHA! :D yay, headed off to third station. &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;13. third station. did &lt;strong&gt;HUMAN ENTANGLEMENT&lt;/strong&gt;. which is basically human knot. HAHAHA, damn hilarious. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;llewell: *tempts us with food* "want or not? let go la, let go. let go." *blows the food* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;walao, the cake smell damn nice. HAHA, in the end he fed like, all of us biscuits during the game. like, woohoo! nice like mad. it was 3+pm already. we havent had lunch. so we open the tarp and then we had lunch.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;OMFG, I JUST RMBED. &lt;strong&gt;LLEWELL DIDNT WASH HIS HANDS AFTER TOUCHING THE SPIDER. AND THEN HE FED US THE BISCUITS.&lt;/strong&gt; OMG. *FAINTS*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;14. then we had &lt;strong&gt;fun during lunch&lt;/strong&gt;. and laughed a lot. and ate alot. and MISTOOK NINA'S FOOD AS MINE. HAHAHAHHA, AND I DISTRIBUTED IT TO A LOT OF PPL. HAHAAHAH, SORRRY! ate and threw food at llewell. HAHAHAHAHAHA, and CHRISTINE MISSED! HAHAHHA, then rj started making sick jokes. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;"he so big leh! how to miss?!"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;then everyone was like, thinking not straightly, or is it just me?! HAHA! damn hilarious!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;15. continued to station 4. llewell gave us a time limit. and that's when he started &lt;strong&gt;chanting&lt;/strong&gt;. OMG, IT WAS DAMN HILARIOUS. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA! i really really really cant tell you how hilarious it is. until you are there. &lt;strong&gt;i swear i was laughing so hard, i almost dropped the waterbottles.&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;it started with: "7min. 7min5sec. 7min 10sec. 7min 15sec. ..."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;continued to be: "9min 2sec. 9min 3sec. 9min 4sec. 9 min 5sec. ...."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and continued to be: "10min 11 sec. 10min 12 sec. Commercial break. Welcome to Thailand, Bangkok. ....... Commercial over."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and then he continued chanting.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;walao, &lt;strong&gt;I WAS LAUGHING LIKE SUPER HARD. AND THEN HE JUST WOULDNT STOP. THEN JING CAME UP WITH THE MOST BRILLIANT IDEA. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;jing: "let's make our own chant."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;me: "how about llewell shut up?"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;jing: "ok."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;us: *muffled laughs*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;llewell: "15min 27sec. 15min 28sec. 15min 29sec. 15 min 30sec. ...."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;us: "llewell shut up. llewell shut up. llewell shut up. llewell shut up."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and we had to give up halfway, cos we were laughing so hard. HAHAHHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;llewell: "17min 12sec. 17min 13sec. 17min 14sec. 17 min 15sec. ...."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;us: "abcdefgijklmnop......."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;HAHAHAHHHAHHAH, it was damn hilarious. i cant stand it. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and then jing and i changed tactic. llewell was walking behind our pole of waterbottles. so we decided to stop suddenly so that he will trip or smt. HAHAHAHAHAA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;me: "EH JING. 1,2,3."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;us: *stops*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;llewell: *brakes*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;us: "ai ya, shit" *laughs like mad crazily*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG, HIS COMMERCIAL BREAKS ARE DAMN FUNNY.&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA, I CANT STOP LAUGHING OK. AND THEN HE KEEP CHANTING AT US TO HURRY UP. I JUST ENDED UP LAUGHING SO MUCH. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but it was a nice laugh. and it keeps the time from going pass too slowly during trek.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;finally we reached station 4. it was &lt;strong&gt;damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn scary&lt;/strong&gt;. cos &lt;strong&gt;got like, a tomb&lt;/strong&gt; beside the... poster (?) that we are supposed to find. i dare not go in ok! until grace went it, then i went. but i was damn creeped out. then i escaped damn fast. oh, we were supposed to do &lt;strong&gt;'HELIUM POLE'&lt;/strong&gt;. it wasnt easy. but we managed it. yay :D gives major happy face.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;reach camp 2. FINALLY.&lt;/strong&gt; all of us were damn hyped up after reaching camp 2. sang birthday song for Pei Jun. and did tenzing cheer :D \m/&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;17. ran around camp 2. was &lt;strong&gt;damn happy we ended trek&lt;/strong&gt;. and in the end. we just kept chanting to each other. and when llewell came, we are like, echoing/chanting everything llewell said. HAHAHHAHHA! damn hilarious ok!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;18. had the &lt;strong&gt;most fab dinner ever.&lt;/strong&gt; we had a cooking competition. and there was no result. and then there was like, fried maggi with luncheon meat. and like, rice and soup and stuffs. reallyrealllyreally awesome :D gave some to llewell.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;19. all of us &lt;strong&gt;digged in to llewell's apple crumble.&lt;/strong&gt; :D it was really awesome :D and it really looked like sand.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;20. sighhh, we &lt;strong&gt;didnt manage to wash our stuffs in time = not meeting llewell and cheetong in time = not having the really special night activity.&lt;/strong&gt; felt damn bad after that. like we totally betrayed their trust or smt. sighhhh. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;21. after that, we bathed. and some pitched tents. and we met instructors at 10.50pm. later by the meeting time by quite long. then we had a talk/debrief. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;talked in the tent&lt;/strong&gt;, since it was like the last night. then my tent got like, some problem, cant close the mosquito net. nina and amanda got llewell. then we were like, super shock. cos we didnt expect. HAHA. then he was wearing his &lt;strong&gt;GENIEPANTS!!!!!!!!!!! hotpink/purple genie pants!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; SERIOUSLY. ai ya, should have taken a photo of his geniepants.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and he got a new nickname: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UNCLE GENIEPANTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ;D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;'later the masi lemak auntie.'&lt;/strong&gt; we were like, wth. -.- HAHHAAHHAHAHAH. then we asked him to tell us the story. he refused D:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;24. turns out i was &lt;strong&gt;'snoring'&lt;/strong&gt; on thurs night. HAHAHAHAHAH. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;last day D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was really really really damn sad.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;2. met instructors at 6.50am. went to jetty.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;3. had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jetty jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. walao, i was reallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreally damn scared. cos i cant swim. and i was like, panic-ing so much. GOSH. even though i had my lifevest on.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;4. i 'walked the plank' and i was like, damn scared. i cried. then was &lt;strong&gt;trembling DAMNNNNN HARD.&lt;/strong&gt; gina's group could see i was trembling even though they were damn far ok. then finally i managed to jump. once i entered the water, i was damn panic, cos i couldnt get up. HAHAHAHAAHHHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA. (nabeh ding dong. cant i expect myself to immediately float up?!!!!!) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;5. once i entered the sea, i was like, gulping in seawater. then it was damn salty. it was making my nose run. that's not the point. once i entered the sea, i immediately grabbed RJ. then i just clinged on to her arms then her lifevest. like, mad crazily. then i started laughing like mad crazily. must be the adrenline rush. ya, then i got up to dry land! YIPPEEE! :D MAD HAPPY.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;went to have breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;. then &lt;strong&gt;cleared the store&lt;/strong&gt;. then llewell came like, 5 minutes before we were supposed to meet. and helped us. and &lt;strong&gt;annoyed us further by chanting&lt;/strong&gt;. argh! then i was like, &lt;strong&gt;damn pissed + laughing damn hard&lt;/strong&gt; at him. HAHAHAAHA. i was trying my utter best to control my laughter ok! and jingyi laughed, then i laughed. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;'Someone told me chanting got use. turns out it really have. then i must chant more.' *continue chanting* - llewell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;8. we finally managed to finish packing the store! like, wayyyy happy only :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;9. went to blk 5 and waited for llewell. for like, so long. and &lt;strong&gt;had this brilliant sleeping&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;plan.&lt;/strong&gt; and guess what, it &lt;strong&gt;failed terribly.&lt;/strong&gt; cos we were taking jumpshots. and then llewell came. and then we were like, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"OMG, HE'S HERE. HURRY GO BACK AND SLEEP."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;"AND DO WHAT?!!!!!!!"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;"JUST SLEEP FIRST LA"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;then i so happened to be lying next to melissa. then she was like laughing. and then i cant control my laughters. hahah, so failed. and apparently &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sleeping plan some more... From the toilet can see you all jump like monkeys already..." - llewell.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;HAHAHAAAHAHA. epic fail.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;10. llewell brought us to the &lt;strong&gt;area behind the rock climbing wall.&lt;/strong&gt; like, inside the trees and stuffs. then &lt;strong&gt;walk so far = complain&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA. i think we damn epic. complain at almost everything. then we were made to &lt;strong&gt;crawl through the tunnel to get to our surprise&lt;/strong&gt;. the tunnel is damn dark. which makes me realised what is 伸手不见五指. in the tunnel we had to hold on to each other and crawl and we couldnt see. but after we came out of the tunnel, we were all damn happy :D :D :D :D :D :D FINALLY WE SEE THE LIGHT! HAHA :D and then we thanked llewell for planning it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;surprise = the obs photo + pen + cert.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;11. rushed back, did admin stuffs again. and then, went to the kayaking shed that block (?). and waited for the ship to arrive. there, we pestered llewell to tell us another story. and then he told us halfway, the ship came. ARGHHHHHHHHHHH. he still owe us the&lt;strong&gt; guppy story&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;12. tenzing pissed off instructor mei sze. HAHA, COS TENZING ALL DONT WANT TO GET UP THE BOAT. HAHA! see , walao, we love obs so much. :D haha, no la, cos all of us wanted to hear the story. then we were wishing damn hard that the boat will be full by then, then we can hear more stories. HAHA!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;13. reached punggol, obs reception centre. queued up to &lt;strong&gt;buy the shirts&lt;/strong&gt;. woohoo! :D :D :D :D damn long queue. and some teachers came. and then ms tee was damn pissed. and instructor arfan (?) was like saying that he was damn scared cos ms tee scolded us. HAHAHAHA, damn hilarious.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;14. finally got up the bus. reached school. talked. waited for my parents. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;15. went home.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;these four/five days were really awesome. tried so many new stuffs. learnt new skills. got to know so many people. apparently i didnt manage to fufill my goals for obs, which is to "Stop whining and complaining" HAHA! i mean it's in my blood! OBS passed really fast. i rmbed on monday, i was like "walao, i want hurry go home." friday came, and i was like "walao, i dont want to go home, i want to stay here forever." yea, huge diff. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;tried so many new stuffs. ABSEILING AND JETTY JUMP. jetty jump was... damn exhilarating + scary + adrenline rush. if not for OBS, i may never had the chance to jump from so high into the sea. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;i really really do want to go back. and during obs, i found out i am not the one with the sweetest blood. HAHA, cos on thurs night i didnt get bitten AT ALL. hahahah! damn major happy. :D :D :D :D :D :D &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ILY OBS :D see you soon. i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and keep in touch people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;p.s. i have so many thoughts. but i forgot it now. will post when i rmb.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-1717161355372014557?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/1717161355372014557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=1717161355372014557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1717161355372014557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1717161355372014557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/02/theres-something-about-obs-that-stays.html' title='There&apos;s something about OBS that stays with you for life.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-1507163122496945132</id><published>2010-02-05T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:29:39.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK FORM OBS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. OBS IS DAMN FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day:&lt;br /&gt;1. trustfall.&lt;br /&gt;2. pitching of tents/ first aid&lt;br /&gt;3. mass games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day:&lt;br /&gt;1. abseiling.&lt;br /&gt;2. trek a bit. (but was very tiring.)&lt;br /&gt;3. new campsite was damn gross.&lt;br /&gt;4. bedtime stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third day:&lt;br /&gt;1. came back for tournament with RGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth day:&lt;br /&gt;1. went back.&lt;br /&gt;2. trekked. for a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;3. HAHAHAHHAAHHAAHHAHHHAAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;4. CHANTS CHANTS CHANTS CHANTS CHANTS CHANTS CHANTS.&lt;br /&gt;5. Commercial breaks. HAHAHAAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth day (today):&lt;br /&gt;1. JETTY JUMP!!!!! (OMFGGGGGG. DAMN SCARED)&lt;br /&gt;2. cleared store.&lt;br /&gt;3. crawled through the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;4. half of a story.&lt;br /&gt;5. came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will elaborate next time. damn tired. need my sleep.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-1507163122496945132?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/1507163122496945132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=1507163122496945132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1507163122496945132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1507163122496945132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-form-obs.html' title='BACK FORM OBS.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-2624612546204099063</id><published>2010-01-31T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:29:22.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;bye people. for five days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-2624612546204099063?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/2624612546204099063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=2624612546204099063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/2624612546204099063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/2624612546204099063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/01/obs.html' title='OBS'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-2103820028891084723</id><published>2010-01-28T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:43:52.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayflower Sec.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;yesterday was tournament w/ mayflower. stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is against queenstown. very impt match! *chants to self: i'll not be stressed" and after this match, is against RGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was so bad. i felt so moody , felt like i was pms-ing, but it's not possible... right? today i freaking cried in the court. cos of... i was stressing myself too much. and because i felt damn moody before that, and then i cant stupidly hit the shuttle. so i was damn sad. and coach just came and told me what to do. then i just cried. argh, so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not want that to happen again tmr. i will not make it happen tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 5pm, b div stop trng. and had a team talk. talked and stuffs. and tried thinking of new cheers. and failed quite badly. HAHHHA, but it was hilarious. GO CRESCENT. (says crescent in ncc voice) HAHAHHAAHAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn funnyyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i am going to sleep earlier today. so that i will be more awake tmr. has only been sleeping for like, 6 hours a day this week. everyday morning = could barely keep my eyes open.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-2103820028891084723?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/2103820028891084723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=2103820028891084723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/2103820028891084723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/2103820028891084723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/01/mayflower-sec.html' title='Mayflower Sec.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-1896707176146032097</id><published>2010-01-24T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:12:38.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffs to get:</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I need:&lt;br /&gt;1. pencilcase.&lt;br /&gt;2. wallet&lt;br /&gt;3. cute badges for my bag&lt;br /&gt;4. privacy screen protector for my bb.&lt;br /&gt;5. BLACBERRY INTERNET SERVICEEEE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. my own room.&lt;br /&gt;7. a boyfriend (HAHA, JOKING!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i seriously laughed at my own joke for like, 10 minutes. HAHA. what?! it's funny whattttt.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-1896707176146032097?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/1896707176146032097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=1896707176146032097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1896707176146032097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1896707176146032097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/01/stuffs-to-get.html' title='Stuffs to get:'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-3085815418568341300</id><published>2010-01-22T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:46:58.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First 3 weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; my god, first three weeks i just freaking felt like dying. like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Math is killing me. E Math is ok. I'm going to fail HMT. Bio is confusing. Chem is slightly below average. Physics is bad, couldnt get much of the stuffs. Elect Lit is nothing-to-describe. English is ok. SS is average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhh. this year is so going to be bad. i can feel it in my bones. seriously. gonna work harderrrrrrrr shuhui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr going out wth annafu and seemfu to celebrate seem's birthday. HAHAHAHAHA, yay! oh anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEEEEEEEEM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you are this really awesome friend that i have. i love you so so so much. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to A Math. woohoo D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-3085815418568341300?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/3085815418568341300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=3085815418568341300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/3085815418568341300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/3085815418568341300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-3-weeks.html' title='First 3 weeks.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-8307241271359306708</id><published>2010-01-16T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:52:27.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>黑葡萄 (HAHAHAHHAH!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;OMG, BLACKBERRY IS AWESOMEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;(but it will be even more awesome with blackberry plan. but... D: nvm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAAHHAA. but damn funny, mok was like "黑葡萄" which she thoughts translate to blackberry. HAHAHHA, but it translate to black grapes. HAHAHAAHHHAHAH. damn epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got a new nickname. called poops! AHAHHHHAHAHA. ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND WHERE'S CHUA CHO LING AND CHAN JIA QI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHERE ARE YOU NOW, COS I'M THINKING OF YOU. YOU SHOWED ME HOW, HOW TO LIVE LIKE I DO. IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU, I'LL NEVER BE WHO I AM." - WHERE ARE YOU NOW - HONOR SOCIETY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-8307241271359306708?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/8307241271359306708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=8307241271359306708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8307241271359306708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8307241271359306708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/01/hahahahhah.html' title='黑葡萄 (HAHAHAHHAH!)'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-952733684572439599</id><published>2010-01-10T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:58:42.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 MORE DAY. HAPPY :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;one more day till i get my phoneeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i dont care if you heard this 300000times. too bad. HAHHAHA, i'm jsut really exciteeddddd.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was thinknig taht i should most probably like, wait for another week. so maybe then, my phone will have offers. but then i damn sad. cos the bb bold 9700 is like, $498 instead of $398. which is so damn sad. D: gives a mega fat ass sad face* therefore i think i'm getting bb bold 9000 instead. HAHA, cheaper by $110 ok! HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, anyway, life's got nothing interesting other than bb! :D OH , I WENT MACS ON SAT, AND I SAW THIS GUY USING BB 9000!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE, HE WAS JUST BESIDE ME. AND I KEPT PEEKING AT HIS PHONE, HE PROBABLY THINK I'M WEIRD. BUT WHO CARES?!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder that phone does nick jonas take? HAHAHAHAHA. cant help it. wont it be cool if we have the same phone ?!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-952733684572439599?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/952733684572439599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=952733684572439599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/952733684572439599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/952733684572439599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-more-day-happy-d.html' title='1 MORE DAY. HAPPY :D'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-7831277435311445393</id><published>2010-01-10T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T01:55:36.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, happiest day of the week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;super relieved and happy and glad that it was friday. LIKE YAY, FINALLY! the whole week felt like 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, friday was cca open house and sec 1 campfire. super good! cca open house was slack. we just left everything to the sec 2s. HAHA! (Y) and sec 1 campfire was good. spent with s1. and i found out that seemin was damn mean. HAHHAHAHAA. and we sprayed our hair, on the way back, we saw miss tee at the rotunda, then we ran to the avt that staircass. GUESS WHAT?! WE SAW MDM ONG AND THE NPCC TEACHER. AND WE WERE LIKE "SHOCKED". so we ran even faster. HAHAHAHAHHA. thankfully they didnt stop us. HAHA. AFTER THAT, WE WERE TOTALLY "OMG, OMG, OMG!!!!!!!!!" HHAHAHHAHAAH. damn good (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;campfire was damn good. sec1s didnt win. but i think they did their best. and i dont think they know me. HAHA.but it's ok. and i always love the campfire the song "Linger". "hmmm, i want to linger here. hmmm, (and it goes on)"&lt;br /&gt;very sad , melancholy tune. and it's like, omg, i cant bear it. i sang this song like, when i was in sec 1, i wanted to cryyy!!!! COS THAT TIME IT WAS LIKE THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE IN SEC 1. THOGUH IT'S ONLY LIKE, 3 DAYS. but it makes me feel damnnnnnn best. and like, s1 was so freaking bonded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, anyway. MONDAYYYYYYYYYYYY I'M GETTING NEW PHONE. but i maybe getting it one week later. am waiting for more offers to come up. HAHAHAHA, what?! $398 for a phone is not cheap ok, so much wait for offers lo. but the offers for this week for blackberry was blackberry curve. $0 if ew take ione plus + blackberry internet service 3GB. which is almost $50 per month. not cheap ok. so i think i do not want to take like 3GB. just take 1GB. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;AND MY DAD WILL NOT SCOLD ME ANYMORE, COS OF MY SMSES BEING TOO MUCH. BUT IT'S NOT MY FAULT COS SINGTEL ONLY GAVE ME 500 FREE SMSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, bye. (abrupt ending. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-7831277435311445393?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/7831277435311445393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=7831277435311445393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7831277435311445393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7831277435311445393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-happiest-day-of-week.html' title='Friday, happiest day of the week.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-3321091701446274006</id><published>2010-01-07T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:59:39.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome, things go spiralling down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; oh manz, school sucks D:&lt; totally effing hate school now. friends make it more bearable. wish i was still in sec 2, where you know everyone and familiar with everyone. and wave to everyone of your classmates, even if they are just outside the class.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I went home in a good mood, after having lunch @ school with Mong, which was really hilarious. HAHA. but once i reach home, my mum started complaining to me about my brother, which i do not want to freaking hear. and goes on and on and on. and started complaing about me to me and said that I'm fat enough already, why do i still keep on eating sweets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, though i know i'm fat, i appreciate it if you keep it to yourself. you may not know it, but it hurts ok. just like people saying that i suck, i laugh it off, but that doesnt mean i'm happy. i laugh it off, to make it seem like i dont care. but inside i do, you know. same with the fat comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mum keep saying that, zhuangying is smart smart smart. ya, fine, i fucking get it. DONT HAVE TO KEEP FUCKING SAY IT. I'M LIKE, LISTENING TO TEACHER IN CLASS, STUDYING EVERYDAY AFTER SCHOOL, WHEN I FUCKING COME BACK HOME. FREAKING DOES ALL MY HOMEWORK SINCE SEC 3. FUCKING DO EXTRA HOMEWORK IN THE MORNING IN SCHOOL. NOT MY FUCKING FAULT IF I DONT FUCKING IMPROVE!!!!! *TOTALLY FEELS LIKE WAILING NOW*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i should go and have a bath. maybe i will fucking feel better then.&lt;br /&gt;PMS.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-3321091701446274006?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/3321091701446274006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=3321091701446274006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/3321091701446274006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/3321091701446274006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/01/awesome-things-go-spiralling-down.html' title='Awesome, things go spiralling down.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-816802130817734116</id><published>2010-01-05T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:08:54.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivated by rewards,</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'm a person motivated by rewards. seriously. but if i think it's good, i will also work hard. but reawrds make me work harder. HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very typical person. HAHAHAHA. :D today was second day. and i'm already sleepy during lessons. and tests are like, next week. and this friday there's lit test. my god, so pressured D: but it's ok. i will manage it. (am i supposed to go "Fighting!") HAHAH, ok, god, that's so lame.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-816802130817734116?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/816802130817734116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=816802130817734116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/816802130817734116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/816802130817734116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/01/motivated-by-rewards.html' title='Motivated by rewards,'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-6659321643215521814</id><published>2010-01-04T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:04:44.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school,</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;exciting! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met friends. new teachers. new classmates. new classroom (very humid inside). new responsibilites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got elected as a class chair, with only 6 votes. awesome. (sarcasm) but try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first peer leader session. HAHA. was horrible. disorganized. argh. ok, hope tmr is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, GOT MY DIARY TODAY. it's hotpink, like my bag. HAHA. :Dit's not cheap. but i am gonna use it like, all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, bye :D &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-6659321643215521814?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/6659321643215521814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=6659321643215521814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6659321643215521814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6659321643215521814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school,'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-3065180748725547584</id><published>2010-01-03T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:49:27.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want someone to love me, for who i am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'm determined. to study hard for sec three. and doing my utter best in all areas. study, badminton , everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to live my life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D but i need to get myself motivated. with like, idk, cute pens :D HAHHAHAHAHAA!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;anyway, i got this brilliant plan. since i wanted to get Blackberry Bold 9700, i shall save. so i proposed this to my mum: allowance = $30 a week. then i shall like, foot my phone bill myself. like not all. like the addition blackberry plan, which is like, $25. :D then my dad can foot the rest, which is like, $31, which is what he originally give. :D smart or not?! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but my mum's reaction disappointed me. she was like "WHAT FOR? HAVENT REACH THE DATE YOU MUST RESIGN YOUR CONTRACT." &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;me: "i'm planning ahead"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;mum: "ai ya, no need la."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;me: "@!#$%^&amp;amp;#@#^&amp;amp;"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;my mum is not the kind who plans. no wonder her savings are decreasing.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-3065180748725547584?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/3065180748725547584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=3065180748725547584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/3065180748725547584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/3065180748725547584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-someone-to-love-me-for-who-i-am.html' title='I want someone to love me, for who i am.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-9144454128437770518</id><published>2010-01-02T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:10:10.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going-to-be-twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;HAHAHAHA. see the freaking huge-ass header above? it can be my twitter soon. HAHA, i am like, writing all my thoguhts there. :D HAHA, i like thsi blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and go listen to Nick Jonas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-9144454128437770518?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/9144454128437770518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=9144454128437770518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/9144454128437770518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/9144454128437770518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-to-be-twitter.html' title='going-to-be-twitter'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-6604726312920699328</id><published>2010-01-02T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:46:21.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.1.10</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;yay! i went out with cousins. was freaking good trip. a great way to start te new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bugis. HAHA. and then went to somerset! like yay! New Look \m/! but stupid sia, dont have my shoe anymore. walao. damn ass. and then went paragon for dinner! Fish and co. yay, i like :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. bye. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-6604726312920699328?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/6604726312920699328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=6604726312920699328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6604726312920699328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6604726312920699328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/01/1110.html' title='1.1.10'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-671673534481765360</id><published>2010-01-02T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:26:34.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's sum up 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;2009 has been a fantastic year for me! not much tears, but a lot of joy and stupid laughters. HAHA! so many people to thank! gosh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2s1, clique, jiaqi, choling, annfu, seemfu, C'div 09, cousins, angels, mortals, (though i keep forgetting. HEH), so many many many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! :D thanks for making me laugh and us doing stupid stuffs together which make me laugh harder.&lt;br /&gt;and just make me &lt;strong&gt;laugh&lt;/strong&gt; and laugh and laugh,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;gossip&lt;/strong&gt; and gossip and gossip,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;bitch&lt;/strong&gt; and bitch and bitch,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;complain&lt;/strong&gt; and complain and complain,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;kaypoh&lt;/strong&gt; and kaypoh and kaypoh,&lt;br /&gt;and making tons of &lt;strong&gt;stupid comments&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;eating&lt;/strong&gt; and eating and eating,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;shop&lt;/strong&gt; and shop and shop and shop and shop and shop and shop and shop and shop and shop and shop and shop and shop (which obviously led to spedning tons of money),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and basically, being myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though, at the start of the year i freaking lost to AMK, but it's ok, let's work hard tgt manzxzxz, and get a medal this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. words totally cant describe how awesome you guys are. :D really.&lt;br /&gt;esp, toufu for making me laugh. really hard. and at least forcing me to listen to laoshi for like a few lessons. and making me laugh with your action. you + seem + me = HAHAHAH. :D(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2 life is like, the best in my life. (ok, second best. I mean who can really forget P6?!) so i look forward to Sec 3, and making new friends along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution for sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;- maybe study real hard. (should get lots of pretty notebooks to motivate me. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;- get a medal (badminton)&lt;br /&gt;- slim down. HAHA. :D (so that stupid people will stop calling me fat)&lt;br /&gt;- write to choling! (like a penpal ;D)&lt;br /&gt;- to just enjoyyyyyyy sec 3. :D and boomz it. HAHHAA (ok, this is so retarded)&lt;br /&gt;- keep in touch with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;- start a new hobby ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, ok, thanks. bye :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-671673534481765360?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/671673534481765360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=671673534481765360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/671673534481765360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/671673534481765360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-sum-up-2009.html' title='Let&apos;s sum up 2009.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-8957506192654453599</id><published>2010-01-01T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:16:13.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopes it'll be a fantastic year for everyone else, including me. :D Sec three this year, hope it'll be fun! and i miss last year's new year celebration. this year's celebration was boring. went NTUC. lol. wow, ya, i have no social life, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tmr i'm going out with cousins! YAY. :D:D:D:D:D:D really happy! ok, bye :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-8957506192654453599?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/8957506192654453599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=8957506192654453599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8957506192654453599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8957506192654453599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-d.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR! :D'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-1347699350953202243</id><published>2009-12-30T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:41:12.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of CCA CAMP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;YAYYY, I MADE IT :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! HAHAAHHAAA. :D so was really happy.&lt;br /&gt;had some friendly with guys from ... idk where, like, all over . HAHA. some were ok, some were acting big shot, one was old - like in his fifties, some were young, some were 'hot (?)' the rest were... there? HAHHA, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THERE'S THIS GUY , ONE GUY, I WONT FREAKING FORGET. NOT BECAUSE HE'S HOT.&lt;br /&gt;it's because he frekaing called me fat D:&lt;br /&gt;ok, at least he didnt say it to my face. but stilllllllll, like thanks manzxzxz. *rolls eyes* I'M STILL GROWING OK! ARGH. OMG, AND HE'S NOT THE ONLY ONE TO SAY I'M FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COACH IS ANOTHER ONE. THANKS MANZ COACH.&lt;br /&gt;to quote, he said i'm "rounder". wow, like, thanks -.-&lt;br /&gt;*utters some nonsense to myself* I'M STILL GROWING, I'M STILL GROWING. I'M STILL GROWING. I'M &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; FAT. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the blow on my confidence. HAHHAH. but it's ok. everyone says i'm slim, so, i am. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGG, I JUST REALISED THAT ONE SIDE OF MY RIBCAGE PROTRUDES, THE OTHER DOESNT!!!!! OMG, SCARYYYYY, I HAVE A WEIRD BONE STRUCTURE D: OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. SO SCARYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-1347699350953202243?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/1347699350953202243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=1347699350953202243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1347699350953202243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1347699350953202243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-of-cca-camp.html' title='Last day of CCA CAMP.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-4232584894850037171</id><published>2009-12-29T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:03:02.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to school for peer early in the morning tmr D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;To all the greatest people in my life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi! Smile and stay beautiful because I love you the way you are!   Pass it on, (before it's too late)"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-4232584894850037171?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/4232584894850037171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=4232584894850037171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4232584894850037171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4232584894850037171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/12/going-to-school-for-peer-early-in.html' title='Going to school for peer early in the morning tmr D:'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-5131527501289067296</id><published>2009-12-28T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:18:56.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did for Xmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;HAHAHAHA, ya, my house had a party. invited all my relatives. and then it was BOOMBOOMPOW. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like totally awesome, and mad and crazy and fun! :D oh oh oh oh oh , the food was damn nice. and after dinner we played waterbombbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbzxzxzx! :D :D :D :D (and i smashed liling's face. HEH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg, i damn saddddddddddddddddddddd! i cant go for camp today D: D: D: but i going tmr. like yay. but then my flam or whatever it is spelt is like, not getting better. so later i coughed too hard the vomit, then not my fault ok. HAHAHHAHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omg, in a few more days i am getting new phone, LIKE HAPPY SHITZ :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY COUGH'S NOT GETTING ANY BETTTTTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! D&lt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-5131527501289067296?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/5131527501289067296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=5131527501289067296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/5131527501289067296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/5131527501289067296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-i-did-for-xmas.html' title='What I did for Xmas!'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-4195989946846966544</id><published>2009-12-28T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:26:22.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my hair D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I look sooooooooo much better with my clipped up fringe D: now, my hair's too short to be clipped. OMG! hahahhahah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahhhhhhhhhhh* does it Fred style. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAHAHA, ok, nightz :D &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-4195989946846966544?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/4195989946846966544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=4195989946846966544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4195989946846966544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4195989946846966544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-my-hair-d.html' title='I miss my hair D:'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-4686887653807803586</id><published>2009-12-27T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:50:37.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot my cbox password</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;GREAT. now i cant recover my cbox password cos i have too amny accounts and forgot the email and such. wow, fantastic -.- argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, but getting a new cbox might be good :D see how long it takes for someone to tag me. HAHHAA, most prob. a few days.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-4686887653807803586?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/4686887653807803586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=4686887653807803586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4686887653807803586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4686887653807803586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-forgot-my-cbox-password.html' title='I forgot my cbox password'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-4312814885049705567</id><published>2009-12-25T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T02:03:11.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas! :D :D :D :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; *puts a christmas tree here* HAHAHHHHHHHAHHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i damn happyyyyyyy :D but my face very oily. AHAHHAHHAH and i forgot to write notes for my cousins. AHAHHAHA. oppppps! ok, nvm, dont wanna write anymore! HAHAHAH. mean me. :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-4312814885049705567?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/4312814885049705567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=4312814885049705567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4312814885049705567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4312814885049705567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-d-d-d-d.html' title='Merry Christmas! :D :D :D :D'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-6116123367401671463</id><published>2009-12-24T02:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:20:18.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas presents shopping! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun to the max alright :D was like freaking excited in the morning. woke up at 11+, earliest this week. like hurray! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to 313 @ Somerset first. went New Look, tried on all the heels. and was like "OMG, SO PRETTY *tries*" AND OMGOMGOMG I SAW THIS REALLY REALLY AWESOME OXFORD FLATS THAT ARE MADE OF REAL LEATHER. AND IT WAS SO FREAKING AWESOME!!!! *SQUEALS!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went Coffee Bean cos apparently my cousins were tired. anddddd ate. immediately after that we went Long Johns! HAHHAHAH. i like LJS' Cheesy Potato chips + fries. oh oh oh , and i like the shrimp too :D but it's damn small, ok,. that's why it's call shrimps. but stillllllllll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that we went shopped. and went F21. and bought a sweater. $29. not really ex though, compared to like other stuffs. like, woohoooo. but there are majog slaes everywhere. at new looks also. i was like. "OMGGGG, THE JEANS IS LIKE $19.90 ONLYYYYYYY!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sales everywhere. like yayyyyy~! went cineleisure. took neos cos we havent took for so long. HAHA. AND I WAS FREAKING PISSED. BY THE STUPID ASSHOLE SALES ASSISTANT. D&lt;&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; i hate bad service. if it is not obvious enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;anywayyy, then we went shopping. and we ate sushi tei at taka like finally. :D spent almost $100 at dinner. but the food was really good. HAHA :D esp. the katsu don or wahtever. anywayyyyyz. took the mrt at around 10+. and reached JP at 11. and yihui saw me , but i didnt see him. D: and met my parents and we sent my cousins home. and my brothers' friends. they didnt bring enough money and there's no more bus / mrt. and luckily they live near my cousin's house. if not , sad for them. LOLOLOLOLOLOL. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; (yay, i love to say 'LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL" it sounds so fun! :D )  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;AND I'M REALLY EXCITED FOR FRIDAYYYYY. CHRISTMAS ANYBODY :D love you all till death. :D orchard lights are really pretty now. compared to the last time i saw them. HAHA. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; andandandandand, i wanna buy heels horrrrrrr, HWEEMIN!!! RMB ?! *WINKS* yayyyy. HAHA! :D for the first time in my life. i am really excited about christmas. like, woohooooo~! :D :D :D :D :D *smiles @ everybody*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;p.s. i feel so cheated by the Teens Annual mag or smt. wakao. i bought it cos JB was on the cover. and turns out there is so little feature of JB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *FEELS CHEATED* but Nick looks so hot on the cover. HAHA :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-6116123367401671463?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/6116123367401671463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=6116123367401671463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6116123367401671463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6116123367401671463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-presents-shopping-d.html' title='Christmas presents shopping! :D'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-1528314842486842331</id><published>2009-12-21T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:24:38.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood: Reaallyyyy Excited ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Excited about everything. this tues. this wed. this thurs. this fri. It's christmas people ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTMAS (L)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( for extra emphasis! HAHA. shldi put it in corny green and red xmas colours? ;D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyy, am really excitedddddd. this tues , which is tmr, gonig to get levi's jeans or smt. this wed gonig out the orchard. 313@ SUMMERSET (it ooks cuter when spelt this way. HAHA)! this thurs, mok may be coming over. this fri. IT'S CHRISTMAS! LIKE, WOOHOOOOO. for the first time ever, my relatives having xmas present exchanging. like happy only ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, time to change a blogskin. and there's none suitable. oh anywayyyyz! currently very addicted to Speechless - Lady Gaga. it's nice ehhhhh, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's time for me to stop spending money money money. my mum's savings has been depleting lately. so i shld &lt;s&gt;stop spending&lt;/s&gt; spend less. nothing much, same old same old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, DO YOU KNOW THERE'S COTTON ON AT JP ?!! I JUST REALISED IT TODAY. HAHAHAHHAHAHA. what ?! it's located at this ulu ulu corner, like am i supposed to take notice of it ?! but i'm realllly excited. tmr i can go and see the stuffs w/ cousins. maybe there's really awesome stuff! Cant wait!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-1528314842486842331?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/1528314842486842331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=1528314842486842331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1528314842486842331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1528314842486842331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/12/mood-reaallyyyy-excited-d.html' title='Mood: Reaallyyyy Excited ;D'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-2246670599320915223</id><published>2009-12-21T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:46:57.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I Am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;OMG. HAVE I TOLD YOU HOW GREAT NICK JONAS' NEW SONG WAS ?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OK, IT WAS DAMN AWESOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG. HE LOOKS SO CUTE PERFORMING!!!!!!!!!! omgomgomgomgomgomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant stand it!!!!! HE LOOKS SO HOT. exactly like my prince charming! (L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-2246670599320915223?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/2246670599320915223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=2246670599320915223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/2246670599320915223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/2246670599320915223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-i-am.html' title='Who I Am.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-3168715902216884241</id><published>2009-12-20T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:13:25.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMEWORK UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;woohoo. hi people, i am left with book reviews and chinese yue du bao gao!!!! happy me manz! :D &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-3168715902216884241?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/3168715902216884241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=3168715902216884241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/3168715902216884241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/3168715902216884241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/12/homework-update.html' title='HOMEWORK UPDATE!'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-6616512335335442562</id><published>2009-12-20T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:17:03.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing up the last of my homeworks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;sigh. sad i know. i am like totally not enjoying. cos of my homework. but yay! i am left with two only! like woohoo only. HAHA. must finish today i hope. then tmr going out with cho to sentose then shopping. like happy only :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left with book reviews and lit (halfway through) and chinese yue du bao gao. like, woohoo only :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i ending everything with 'only'?!!! HAHA, weird manz. ok, bye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, today's my mum's birthday! YAY, she's like, super cute only. HAHA! "LET'S DO JUMPSHOT. ok, you jump lo. ok la *jumps*"&lt;br /&gt;OMG, DAMN HILARIOUS.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-6616512335335442562?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/6616512335335442562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=6616512335335442562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6616512335335442562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6616512335335442562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/12/finishing-up-last-of-my-homeworks.html' title='Finishing up the last of my homeworks.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-4125296717454999030</id><published>2009-12-19T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:14:36.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ECP w/ parents and cousins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/Syu1hnUSVtI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ZYjV9klshZs/s1600-h/nick+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416622565937534674" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/Syu1hnUSVtI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ZYjV9klshZs/s400/nick+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Damn exhausted. in a good way. ECP with cousin in a really cramped pick-up was the best. HAHA, except for totally numb thighs. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;PACKED OUR OWN BIKES! :D and i rollerbladed. and i realised that i cant freaking rollerblade without my annafu. and she's in malaysia now. or somewhere that's not in singapore. and then after that we went to play in the sea. freaking sandy and gross. but really fun! :D :D :D :D and there were really a lot of sand, like in my pockets also have kind. HAHAHA! and the seawater was reallyreally salty. ew, gross. HAHA! then we went to bathe. AND WE HAVE TO FREAKING BATHE OUTSIDE, COS THER'S NOT SHOWER ROOMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I CANT STAND IT!!! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;best thing was there were sand inside my shorts!!!!!!! wakao. damn annoyed.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;damn really exhausted now. but i'm not sleeping. wait a while. HAHA. :D today was really good.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;oh, btw, i have a blue smiley face on my middle fingernail on my left hand. freaking cute. HAHA, i painted it with my really cool blue nail polish. why i so cute?! HAHA!:D :D :D :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-4125296717454999030?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/4125296717454999030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=4125296717454999030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4125296717454999030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4125296717454999030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/12/ecp-w-parents-and-cousins.html' title='ECP w/ parents and cousins.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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/_ZDavLPSbVlo/Syu1hnUSVtI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ZYjV9klshZs/s72-c/nick+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238144298346407637.post-9220833674084685408</id><published>2009-12-13T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:29:00.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bbq @ Nina's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;was fun though. and bimbo carried a bimbo bag. HAHAHAHHAHAHA. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went there. ate. have fun. chatted. had spicy otahs. jokes. LOG CAKE! brownies. (yum). &lt;b&gt;murderer was super epic. AHHAAHAHHA.&lt;/b&gt; nicholas sweaty palms. turns out there is no murderer. HAHA. %^&amp;amp;*#$#@(* nvm. ohoh, there are like, lots of people there! so murderer was damn awesome :D. lots of people left nina's house D: then after that played go fish. was pissed off. *stream of vulgarities*. played. sent Hweemin. went back to nina's house. played heart attack with cards. DAMN FUN :D snap w/ poker cards. time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, jing, hwee went to nina's bbq. and turns out there were so many 'NINIs'! HAHAAHHAAHA. W-O-W. hahhhaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant freaking wait for next year. i can get a blackberry!!! *jumps around in excitement*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, i just made coffee. wow, damn awesome :D but the packet was liek ,damn huge. woah, twice the size of normal coffee packets. and ok, now's time for me to do my chinese homework. ugh. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-9220833674084685408?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/9220833674084685408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=9220833674084685408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/9220833674084685408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/9220833674084685408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/12/bbq-ninas.html' title='Bbq @ Nina&apos;s.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-4357951727449684530</id><published>2009-12-11T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T01:33:02.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People always long for what they dont have.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; went out with Choling yesterday. like yay :D we went vivo. shopped at like, so many shops. HAHA, i foudn this really really awesome sweater-like shirt. which is like, shoulder-padded (?! HAHA.) BUT IT FREAKING COST 89 BUCKS. WHAT THE HELL?! it's like really really ex. but it makes me look damn bloody slim. wakao, but it's like, bloody ex! HAHA, so annoying. i told my mum. she said, huh ?! so ex, see first. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i bought a watch, 10bucks. and it was so lousy, the glass dropped out on the mrt. i didnt notice it was from my watch, until cho told me. whatthehell. @!#$%^&amp;amp;*#@!#$%^&amp;amp; so annoying. but i actually prefer it without the glass. looks coooooooler. HAHA, ok, i shall buy another watch which preferably cost 5bucks. HAHA. cheap watch is actually nice, but really really bad quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, i feel so un-motivated and goal-less. really empty. i just look forward to reallyreallyreally good days, like meeting my cousins and friends and such. and i have like this pile of homework. which is really annoying. cos it's holidays, AND YOU STILL NEED TO GIVE US SO MUCH HOMEWORK ?!!! WAT IS WRONG WITH THE SCHOOL ?!!!! #$%^*(%#$$!(* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"YOU ARE SO ANNOYING" *hi-5*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh , i have got a new favourite phrase. "you are so annoying" HAHA, my cousins are infected with my "you are so annoying" phrase, they started saying it! HAHAHAHA. today was really fun. my cousin came back from taiwan and bought this really cool blowing bubble thing. but not bubble, but like, those chemical smell like, THING. ai ya, whatever. it feels like &lt;strong&gt;NINI.&lt;/strong&gt; haha, lately i feel relaly happy. oh, talking about nini,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM NOW OFFICIALLY A DOUBLES PLAYER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! :D back to my roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ytd's trng was physical that killed me. today i woke up with my shoulders aching, and my right calf being hardly able to walk properly. ARGH. real horrible. ok, think positive. I AM GETTING MUSCLES. :D ok, maybe that's not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taling about not good thing, i cant fit into my really nice jeans anymoreeee!!!!!! ok, i can, but it's so freaking tight!!!!! must be all those fats! argh. do you think it's possible to grow 7cm overnight and like, shed all those extra fats too, esp. around my thighs and tummy? damn. &lt;b&gt;"SO ANNOYING"&lt;/b&gt; ohmygod. so jealous of those really really slim people. esp. my cousin, she's so freaking slim!!!!! her legs are so thin!!!!! &lt;b&gt;"SO ANNOYING"&lt;/b&gt; omg, i feel fat. must be one of those "fat-days".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyy, today's my nephew (? i think he is my nephew?) full month! :D there's like really really good stuff to eat, shark fin etc. really good food. this is what you get when your uncles run a catering business. and the curry's the bomb. :D woohoo. after that, since we were &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; near to Macs, we obviously had to grab an ice cream and flood the place with our voices. HAHA. and when we left, the guy was like "Thank you, see you again." my cousin laughed, cos she said "i bet they do not want to see us again, since we so loud" HAHA . *guffaws* really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, gtg, nightz :D tuition tmr. sighhhhh.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-4357951727449684530?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/4357951727449684530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=4357951727449684530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4357951727449684530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4357951727449684530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/12/people-always-long-for-what-they-dont.html' title='People always long for what they dont have.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-6256446612235091212</id><published>2009-12-08T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:02:41.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special people in my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;oh man, i dont really know how to write / type / give dedication posts. cos it cant be expressed into words. that's why it gets shorter and shorter and shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHOLING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special mention. HAHHAHAHAAHAHAHA, ok , here goes. who says at primary one, small little innocent children dont have stupid bitch fights?! ok, technicaly i dont have, but i wasnt happy with serene cos she stole you away!!!! I KNOW. so annoying. but still, WE HELD HANDS IN P1 ! SO CUTE~ in front of our teacher somemore, and we are like, so far apart. HAHA, i rmb taht liek, really clearly. *sigh* those innocent days are so adorable. but it's really sad that we are like, in the same class for only 2 years! but still, it was really really really truly great that we met. you were my first best friend. FIRST. the one i'm like, "locked with". HAHA. but we distanced like, quite some time, and then now, we are back tgt. yay! :D and i rmbed ice skating with lingting they all. and you were so annoying, cos you were like, can skate so easily. HAHAHA, and i know you said something mean HAHAHHHA, dont think i forget ok! and then we were joking about how you were an ice skater (?) in your past life. HAHA, so .... *idk what to describe*. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;anywayz, do go out with me soon! D: &lt;b&gt;2012&lt;/b&gt;!!! then we can go do stupid stuffs together, i like leh!&lt;br /&gt;next time we should purposely fog up a glass. then we can just keep drawing stupid and random stuffs on it. and then we can just keep going arcade and let our money fly away~! HAHA, and then someday i am so going to win that 500 tickets, i tell you, I TELL YOU. i will win it, haha, dont know how much we are going to spend at the arcade. oh oh , i got a great idea, we should not buy anything . HAHH, dont eat anything, JUST GO ARCADE. woohoo! so fun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, let's get blackberry tgt. so cool . can show off. HAHHHHA, i like! storm more expensive by 10bucks only okaaaaaay! and then we can IM each other! woohoo, like so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best friend forever, dont wanna change that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-6256446612235091212?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/6256446612235091212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=6256446612235091212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6256446612235091212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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her.&lt;br /&gt;Using 1000 hands goddess of mercy and etc. lame her. nvr grow. don't knw who teach her want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-2779922586861309913?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/2779922586861309913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=2779922586861309913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/2779922586861309913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/2779922586861309913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/12/orb-b-good-kiss-good-go-home-let-your.html' title='LAME SHUHUI'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-2891702896785108828</id><published>2009-12-04T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:41:11.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUHUI ZI-HIGH</title><content type='html'>Hi, this girl here just hit my tummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Horny little girl.&lt;br /&gt;This girl is laughing her ass out.&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;She is looking at me posting.&lt;br /&gt;she hit me again.&lt;br /&gt;her new trick again.&lt;br /&gt;beware!!!&lt;br /&gt;she is using her butt to hit me.&lt;br /&gt;she is jumping around like szb.&lt;br /&gt;she is scolding, wow!&lt;br /&gt;she is laughing.&lt;br /&gt;she say me to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;she beat me and ask to play twister.&lt;br /&gt;idk twist for wat.&lt;br /&gt;but she want to twist.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;she beat me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;karyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-2891702896785108828?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/2891702896785108828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=2891702896785108828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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homework, sicne i ahvent started much. anyway, class chalet was on tues and wed. :D it was awesome, thoiguht there were quite little people. HAHA. nvm, more than half the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, cass chalet was fun, met at 1 at bedok, many were like, late. haha, including me, actually i was late cos i was meeting mok, and she's late. so i'm late. ya, after meeting everybody, we went shengsiong to buy stuff for the chalet. after that, we took bus and walked from the bus stop to the chalet. walked freaking long. and the underpass is so scary. HAHA. after that checked in , and rested at the chalet. had cheese balls cos everyone was hungry. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we all talked and was complaining. and the room upstairs were freaking scary. as in like, the stairs were scary cos it was dark and somehow that makes the room scary. HAAHAHAHAH. so i kept glancing up at the room cos i was damn creeped out. HAHA. and then at 4.30 or smt, we went to get the bbq pit which was freaking ex and gina and amanda and joyce and mok went to start the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh , and joyce started calling gina 'gina' as in vagina's gina. AAHHAHAH, OMG, IT WAS FREKAING HILARIOUS. and after that everyone went horny. HAHA, and everyone shouted 'vagina' and 'penis' damn loudly, and gina said the next door people are like, staring at us. i swear , it was freaking funny. HAHAAHAHAHA. after that me and a few others went to help set up the fire. WE TOOK DAMN LONG OK. like, around 1 hour ok. HHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, THEN WE STARTED COOKING AT LIKE, 5 PM?! HAHAHA, but everybody's hungry. so yay for us! those who stated the fire started cooking. the rest played truth or dare. i must admit, everyone of us are such great cooks. seriously. HAHAH, i love the satays, like, damn awesome ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during eating (?!) a few of us went to beach, it was like, high tide. HAHA, then shannon and L. jia hui went to sit on the sand, and i sat liek, 3 seconds and the water wet my shorts and my butt was freaking wet. HAHAHAHHA, and i screamed like nobody's business. HAHA, omg, it was actually kind of fun. and somehow exciting. HAHA! and mong scared like some shit and i thoguht i was falling into the water when i couldnt swim!!!!!!! HAHAAHA, but it was kind of funny though. after that went back and had roasted marshmellow! and then had to fetch annabel at the bus stop w/ mong and seem. was freaking scared. THE PLACE IS FREAKING SCARY. as in the walk there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG, I DONT EVER EVER EVER WANT TO WALK THERE IN THE DARK. HAHA, NOT EVEN ON A DARE OR WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went back, and found out the rest had rented bikes, left fuyu alone to wait for us at the chalet. HAHA, fuyu helped seem put on makeup. HAHA, sorry, but it was funny, even annabel said so. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, super eventful: someone came back and said that one of their bikes were stolen by a drunk bangala. AND THEN THEY CHASED AFTER THE GUY, AND THE GUY WAS LIKE "YOU WANNA RACE EH? WANNA RACE?" omg, lucky me , seem, toufu and fuyu were inside the chalet. HAHAHAHHA. oh, after the rest came back, i went to bath or some time around 10+ pm. i dragged seem along with me inside the shower. HAHHHAAHA, damn happy ok :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NO, SHE DIDNT LOOK AT ME OR TOUCH OR DO ANYTHING SICK. SHE IS JUST PLAYING SOLITAIRE WITH HER BACK FACING ME ON HER PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after bathing i feel so gooooooood :D the rest are stinky pigs, they didnt bother to bathe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ewwwww. HAHA! ya, after that we started playing cards or smt. omg, i forgot what we did. we just stayed in the chalet, playing talking eating french fries. HAHA. ya, OH ME AND SEEM AND ANNAFU PLAYED CARDS. (before the rest came back.) we played snap and old maid. HAHHAHHAH, yay me, i'm not the old maid. &lt;b&gt;HAHA. ANNAFU IS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai ya, then we went up to the room, whihch in the end turns out wasnt freaky at all. HAHHHAHHAA. and we turned on the air-con. and we talked and i somehow pissed off fuyu. heh. after that was just talking groping molesting truth or dare . i am not involved in any sick activities. seriously. me and annabel are the pure ones :D oh ya, wanning or fuyu or someone pulled off rj's shorts. and we saw her undies. AHAHHAHHAHAH, omg, that was freaking epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at like, 4am most of us tried to sleep. HOW DO YOU FREAKING SQUEEZE FIVE PEOPLE ON A DOUBLE BED THAT IS FREAKING SMALL?!!!!! EVERYBODY WAS SLEEPING PEACEFULLY. EXCEPT FOR ME. I ONLY HAD LIKE 45 MINS OF SLEEP. WHILE EVERYBODY WAS FREAKING SNORING AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that shannon have a tendency to hug people while sleeping. she hugged me like twice while sleeping. and i had to shove her off me. HAHA, and people snore. and do you know that there are helicopters that fly in the early morning ?! and i notice a lot of stuffs at night. and annabel is very quiet when she sleep. seriously. i was like, feeling a bit scared because she was so quiet. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, at 7am it's morning call. and some of us went to Macs for breakfast and then we went to return the bikes. and then we had to make two trips. and then four of us rented &lt;b&gt;rollerblades!&lt;/b&gt; :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D ROLLERBLADES ARE LIKE, THE BEST. BUT I REALISED THAT I ROLLERBLADED AT THE SPEED THAT ANNABEL WALKS. HAHAHHAHHAHA! THAT IS LIKE, TOTALLY USELESS. BUT HI, I CAN SKATE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, freaking awesome. :D :D :D ok, I KNOW HOW TO BLADEEEEE. :D :D :D :D ok, mostly because of annabel's help. HAHA, i seriously have to thank L. Jia Hui and Annafu for helping us skaters. really, i love you all :D *blows three thousand million kisses* :D :D :D :D ok, and then gina and amanda etc helped us to check out cos we were too late from the blading and the returning. ya. and then we went home. cabbed home, cos i was seriously too tired. HAHA. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;ok, bye people :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-8418210632738599836?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/8418210632738599836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=8418210632738599836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8418210632738599836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8418210632738599836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/12/class-chalet-awesome-d.html' title='Class chalet, awesome :D'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-8175593761067495117</id><published>2009-12-01T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:01:46.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class chalet tmr. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; I dont know whether i should be excited or .. i dont know whether i am looking forward to it or not. haha, dont ask me what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy with counting class funds money. and asking around who's not going tmr. argh, ok, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. hope i dont get my period for the next two days.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-8175593761067495117?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/8175593761067495117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=8175593761067495117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8175593761067495117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8175593761067495117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/12/class-chalet-tmr-d.html' title='Class chalet tmr. :D'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-6707738868080388980</id><published>2009-11-29T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:26:40.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I wear high heels, she wear t-shirts"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;HAHA, damn best. my mum was singing 'You belong with me' -Taylor Swift. obviously the lyrics were wrongggg. HAHHHAA, but my mum's darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so freaking hungry D: oh noz. i feel like having fried beehoon with satays, lots and lots of satays. oooh, i want chicken chop too. with Macdonalds' french fries. OOOHH, AND MACWINGS. oh gosh, hungry already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,  i shall get some sleep. meeting seemfu and annafu tmr. cant wait! :D &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-6707738868080388980?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/6707738868080388980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=6707738868080388980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6707738868080388980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6707738868080388980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wear-high-heels-she-wear-t-shirts.html' title='&quot;I wear high heels, she wear t-shirts&quot;'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-8293415015851664660</id><published>2009-11-28T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:57:24.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band hero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;slacked at home with cousins today. HAHA, damn slack :D and i went Popular to get my corkboard! woohoooooooooo, that means i can start decorating Annabel's photo. HAHA, WHY AM I SO NICE ?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the point is, ANNABEL EDIDNT EVEN GET ME A BIRTHDAY PRESENT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ANGRY AT HER :@ )&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-8293415015851664660?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/8293415015851664660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=8293415015851664660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8293415015851664660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8293415015851664660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/band-hero.html' title='Band hero.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-7016949670581867621</id><published>2009-11-26T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:48:55.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picturesque.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; do you know that sunset is the best scenery ? sun rise too i think. cos, i mean like, you can see like, lots and lots of streaks of pink and yellow and orange and blue, like, woohoo, so pretty. wish i could take a photo, but i will look retarded if i were to take one in the mrt. HAHA. saw like, sunsets for the past three days cos i went home from cca late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyy, tmr's so gonna be awesome. yea, i know. *nods at hweemin* HAHA! *waggles eyebrows* OMG, I WANT PRETTY PAPERS MANZXZXZZZX. D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: hope hope hope my mum allow. HAHHAHHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays i sound reallyyyyy bimbo. only caring about superficial stuff, like Blackberry and well, the stack of papers. HAHA. but actually i not bimbo, HAHHAHHA, really. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i gtg, *still excited about tmr! like, woohoo!*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-7016949670581867621?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/7016949670581867621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=7016949670581867621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7016949670581867621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7016949670581867621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/picturesque.html' title='Picturesque.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-5841976285480598690</id><published>2009-11-25T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:12:44.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed w/ Blackberry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;SERIOUSLY OBSESSED WITH BLACKBERRY. OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KEEP LOOKING FOR INFO ABOUT BLACKBERRY LIKE, EVERY 5 MINUTES!!!!!!! OMGGGGGGGG, I DOTN WANT TO BE A BLACKBERRY HEAD!!! HAHHHHA.&lt;br /&gt;but oh dear, the phone is damn nicee! I SAW SOMEONE USING IT. LIKE, OMG, DAMN AWESOME!!!!! YOU KNOW I DONT KNOW WHETHER THE BLACKBERRY INTERNET THING IS ADDITIONAL $25 OR LIKE, THE PLAN ITSELF IS $25 . ARGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGGGG, ok, i shall stop it. but my mum was like "if additional $8 for like, 12 months, I'll consider. HAHHAAHHHHAHAHAA. ok, i shall pray hard that when i want to buy blackberry phone, then blackberry start producing a lot of their phone models. then my Blackberry bold will be less expensive. HAHAHAHAHA. ya even my mum said "Dream on". but then if Blackberry starts producing more phones, then i will be more addicted to the newest model. ah shit. ok, nvm, at least i am getting a new phone. i shall try those QWERTY keyboard phones. i think it's damn awesome and easier to type. HAHAHHA. oh goshhhh, i hope i get blackberry bold with like, the internet plan. then i can use the internet. and then my dad dont keep grumbling about how expensive the stupid contract was. sighhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(why's my paragraph so long?! idk . HAHHHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, do you know this friday's gonna be an awesome day ?! cos i'm gonig out with like, 4 of my cousins. like woohoo :D i'm like, supposed to take care of two of them. since liek they are younger. but that's ok, since i'm like, a nice person and all. AHAHHAHHA. I CANT WAIT TO GET MY PRETTY PAPER. OMGGGGGGG. you know you know, my mum said that i should not buy the huge stack of paper cos it's like $50 ! unless it's like, 50 pieces for like $50 and that like, individually is like, $3 for each piece. HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i dont know what;s wrong with me today. cos my paragraph is like, so freaking long. HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-5841976285480598690?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/5841976285480598690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=5841976285480598690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/5841976285480598690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/5841976285480598690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/obsessed-w-blackberry.html' title='Obsessed w/ Blackberry.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-590135183087399284</id><published>2009-11-24T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:35:58.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"OMG! 10 DOLLARS!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;training today. amanda, hwee and cindy saw $10 on the floor, so sad it flew away on the road D: if not got bubbletea for all of us. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyy. friendly with Kent Ridge tmr. and trng's from 1.30pm to 6pm. omg, so hot D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG, I WANT A BLACKBERRY BOLD 9000! OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG, I WANTWANTWANTWANTWANTWANT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-590135183087399284?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/590135183087399284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=590135183087399284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/590135183087399284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/590135183087399284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg-10-dollars.html' title='&lt;B&gt;&quot;OMG! 10 DOLLARS!&quot;&lt;/B&gt;'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-4154110126672421894</id><published>2009-11-23T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:18:10.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinkie Promise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;MY MUM PROMISE ME A BLACKBERRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When my contract ends next Jan)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SHITZ.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum's the cutest, seriously. :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-4154110126672421894?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/4154110126672421894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=4154110126672421894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4154110126672421894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4154110126672421894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/pinkie-promise.html' title='Pinkie Promise.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-4262798496510437002</id><published>2009-11-20T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:47:56.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun ftw! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Past two days were awesome. without those, I will be damn tragic. HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on wed i went out with seemfu and annafu. HAHA, woah, fun ttm! :D stupid annafu kept pestering me for her birthdya present, which wasn't even here yet. -.- laughed a lot though, i like! :D Laughing = good for health, it also burns calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thurs, i met with cho. WOOHOOOOO. walao, she damn skinny D&lt; HAHAHAH, anyway, we wanted to go movies. but go no time, cos we were arcade-ing and shopping and eating. HAHHAHAA, fun fun fun, i like! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i keeping it so brief. cos i am really lazy. anyway, i saw prom. woah, am so excited for my own prom. HAHHA, which is like , 2 years after. but it's never too late to dream. HAHAH. :D :D :D wanna be real slim by prom. HAHAHHHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today went to the doctor's again. twice in two weeks. annoying. doctor said i got feng mo. D:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-4262798496510437002?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/4262798496510437002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=4262798496510437002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4262798496510437002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4262798496510437002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-ftw-d.html' title='Fun ftw! :D'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-3186753037213401080</id><published>2009-11-17T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:32:30.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;everybody wants perfection, or rather, strives for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who doesnt want to be perfect? but who really is. nobody. I tell you what I want, I want a perfect body, perfect results, perfect everything. but do I really get what i want? no, which is damn sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, today was quite eventful? went to my brother's school. and then came home and watched prom live. ya, acutally not eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-3186753037213401080?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/3186753037213401080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=3186753037213401080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/3186753037213401080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/3186753037213401080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/perfection.html' title='Perfection'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-4923272712269469108</id><published>2009-11-17T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:44:44.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REMEMBER DECEMBER.</title><content type='html'>HAVE YOU SEEN DEMI'S NEW MV ?!&lt;br /&gt;GO GO GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER DECEMBER - DEMI LOVATO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK HER CLOTHES ARE SO FREKAING AWESOME. LIKE WOOHA! I LIKE LEH. HAHAHAHA, MAYBE BECAUSE I WIL NEVER BE ABLE TO WEAR THAT, SO, YEA. HAHAHHAA, BUT STLL, SHE LOOKS SO AWESOME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-4923272712269469108?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/4923272712269469108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=4923272712269469108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4923272712269469108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4923272712269469108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/remember-december.html' title='REMEMBER DECEMBER.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-5363703691410978117</id><published>2009-11-15T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:11:07.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever, so annoying!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;was supposed to go out with couzzies today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i fell sick. how annoying -.- of all days, it must be today. no more going out. started with diarrhoea, then fever. so sickening D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fever started yesterday. and i stupidly went for tuition and had to come back halfway through my tuition. and guess what? yesterday i did nothing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what i did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 8.45am - went for tuition at 9 - went home from tuition at 10am - slept - went to docs at 12pm - went home around 1.30 - watched tv until 2 - slept again - woke up at 6pm - had dinner - slept again - woke up at 11 - had my meds - slept again - (today) woke up - had bread/ meds - slept - woke up at two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, my life yesterday revolved around sleeping. and i didnt bathe D: stinky and oily hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mum said I am going to be a pig soon, if i continue sleeping. D: i want my bed alright! D&lt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND I HATE MEDS. SO GROSS. ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-5363703691410978117?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/5363703691410978117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=5363703691410978117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/5363703691410978117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/5363703691410978117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/fever-so-annoying.html' title='Fever, so annoying!'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-490775527354229798</id><published>2009-11-13T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:06:48.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/Sv1_UrBu_II/AAAAAAAAA20/EuGoqI173rI/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403615121038572674" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/Sv1_UrBu_II/AAAAAAAAA20/EuGoqI173rI/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selena Gomez looks so cute here! :D:D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life's pretty boring lately. D: D: D: D: for not much longer, i hope. today i went to my aunt's office with my mum and my aunt again. after that we went OG. and then they bought a lot of stuffs. but then i got a lot of tibits. woah, yeeeeeeeeaah :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woah, tuition tmr at 9am. yay me, D:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-490775527354229798?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/490775527354229798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=490775527354229798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/490775527354229798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/490775527354229798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/selena-gomez-looks-so-cute-here-dddd-my.html' title=''/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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/_ZDavLPSbVlo/Sv1_UrBu_II/AAAAAAAAA20/EuGoqI173rI/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238144298346407637.post-8247021471084752751</id><published>2009-11-12T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:19:23.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't gotten my material!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;then how am i supposed to give my friends the stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;lately i have nothing to post about. HAHA, oh noz, like whatever la. who actually read my blog in the first place? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;proper post on mon. HAHA, cos on sunday i will be out with couzzies (?!) I am so excited! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;uh huh uh huh! *gives smug face* HAHA! :D :D :D :D i cant wait for sundayyyyy! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;haha, i have got nothing to write anymore. oh noz, ok bye.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;p.s. i dont know whether i should change blogskin or not. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-8247021471084752751?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/8247021471084752751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=8247021471084752751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8247021471084752751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8247021471084752751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-havent-gotten-my-material.html' title='I haven&apos;t gotten my material!'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-7084098724746256782</id><published>2009-11-11T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:18:24.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind-block.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;wanted to blog about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i forgot. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;bye :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-7084098724746256782?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/7084098724746256782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=7084098724746256782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7084098724746256782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7084098724746256782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/mind-block.html' title='Mind-block.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-6763051276697630697</id><published>2009-11-11T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:29:08.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fight to Conquer, baby!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;indecisive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does not know what i want. but i decided to appeal for HCL. hopefully i can cope with it (if i get in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to those who helped me decide whether i should appeal or not :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyyy, started on my maths. like finally.&lt;br /&gt;*gives myself a pat on my back*&lt;br /&gt;(ok, get back to my maths now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-6763051276697630697?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/6763051276697630697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=6763051276697630697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6763051276697630697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6763051276697630697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/fight-to-conquer-baby.html' title='&quot;Fight to Conquer, baby!&quot;'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-8702076147649827183</id><published>2009-11-10T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:44:03.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;haven't been in the mood to start my homework. woohoo me, like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/SvmI7ytu4aI/AAAAAAAAA2s/g7dC9rt_CUc/s1600-h/thumbs+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402499788814868898" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/SvmI7ytu4aI/AAAAAAAAA2s/g7dC9rt_CUc/s400/thumbs+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been good lately. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;fabulous actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you ignore my havent-started homework.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*contented sigh*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-8702076147649827183?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/8702076147649827183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=8702076147649827183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8702076147649827183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8702076147649827183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/procrastinate.html' title='Procrastinate!'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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/_ZDavLPSbVlo/SvmI7ytu4aI/AAAAAAAAA2s/g7dC9rt_CUc/s72-c/thumbs+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238144298346407637.post-4733502751472648427</id><published>2009-11-09T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:31:40.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi 3g2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; idk what i want for my subject combination anymore. but i got into triple science, 8 subjects. but i chose elect lit. should i have taken elect geog instead ? argh, so annoying. nvm, i am sticking to elect lit for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy thing: same class as mok (if she dont want to appeal for elect geog), gurki, ada, steph and a few others :D HAHA, yay!  but i hope mok dont appeal though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday: brother's friends came over. very loud. very hilarious. (Sometimes) very annoying. they played band hero, and i laughed like shit. HAHHAHAHAHAAH! damn funny please. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought so many movies today. woah, happy shitz. :D wanted to buy Jonas Brothers' vcd, but then decided not to. D: have been spending too much of mum's money these days. ya, shit. but i still wanna buy a lot of stuffs. heh, girls, cant help it. *shrugs*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-4733502751472648427?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/4733502751472648427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=4733502751472648427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4733502751472648427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4733502751472648427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-3g2.html' title='Hi 3g2.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-9073644495138138295</id><published>2009-11-08T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:31:26.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Streaming results tmr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;i totally forgotten about it. until i read RJ's blog. HAHA, so freaknig pro please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i dont know whether i make the correct choice for the stremaing thing. btw, anyone know the impt dates ? i &lt;s&gt;lost&lt;/s&gt; (accidentally threw) the stupid paper D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, my brother's friends are here. playing Band Hero. HAHHHAAHAH, omg, damn freaking funny. first time hearing my brother sing. HAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-9073644495138138295?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/9073644495138138295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=9073644495138138295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/9073644495138138295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/9073644495138138295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/streaming-results-tmr.html' title='Streaming results tmr.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-4257483986581879573</id><published>2009-11-08T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:27:20.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NICK J NICK J NICK J</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;OMG, WHY HE SO HOT ?!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHEN HE PUT THE SWEATBAND/HAIRBAND ALSO VERY HOTTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGG. WHY IS HE SO ADORABLEEEEE?&lt;br /&gt;*dreamyyyyyyy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got such nice eyes *sigh* such adorable face *sigh* such a hot face *sigh* !!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-4257483986581879573?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/4257483986581879573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=4257483986581879573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4257483986581879573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4257483986581879573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/nick-j-nick-j-nick-j.html' title='NICK J NICK J NICK J'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-8184660917560012162</id><published>2009-11-08T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:44:43.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate that stupid old pickup truck you never let me drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;omg, i am suddenly addicted to Picture to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum just bought a PS3. and got games like guitar hero! OMG. SO FUN :D&lt;br /&gt;am so excited to have friends over to play! HAHA. i'm more excited for picnic man. i think picnic is the most fun. like, you bring your own food and then you chat under the sun. woohoo, way fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyyy. I think Macs monopoly is such a cheat. D: today i started eating since the promotion started. and guess what, i already got like, 2 'Queensway smt'. so annoying. D&lt; but it's so addictive. and so pretty, when you see rows and rows of the 'property'. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm addicted to weird stuff. HAHA, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for next sat. gonig out with K and RZ again. going manicure, maybe i can finally get my nailpolish off my nails and not still have colours on my cuticles. HAHA. oh, next sat going to clake quay and orchard with them. so excited. going out with cousins are always fun! :D :D :D :D like, since when it isnt? HAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a really happy mood nowadays. why?&lt;br /&gt;1. nothing much to worry about. woohoo, so carefree.&lt;br /&gt;2. been out shopping and buying alot.&lt;br /&gt;3. havent started on my homework. HAHA. oh noz! like who cares?&lt;br /&gt;4. not thinking too hard over anything.&lt;br /&gt;5. so many things to be happy about, obviously i'm happy. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so, really fortunate. :D&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. my parents just said i have become smarter. because i figured out how to set up the PS3 the band hero drums. which is so annoying, cos normally i am very smart. nvm, i'm a black horse (?).&lt;br /&gt;OMG, WHY I SO SMART NOWADAYS? I DONT KNOW LEH. HAHAHAHAHAHAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-8184660917560012162?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/8184660917560012162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=8184660917560012162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8184660917560012162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8184660917560012162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-ate-that-stupid-old-pickup-truck-you.html' title='I hate that stupid old pickup truck you never let me drive'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-1101211178060096403</id><published>2009-11-06T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:34:42.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still thinking of you.</title><content type='html'>no, actually i am not.&lt;br /&gt;not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;today i watched like, so many dvds! woohoo. i think Yesman is so awesome, but i'm only halfway through. cant wait to watch the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was at my aunt's office since i have nothing to do. therefore i ended up watching dvds. HAHA. anddddd, we went OG after that. me, my mum and aunt. bought a new bagpack! yay. but very boomz pink. HAHA! but so nice leh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, bye.&lt;br /&gt;tuition starts tmr D:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-1101211178060096403?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/1101211178060096403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=1101211178060096403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1101211178060096403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1101211178060096403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/still-thinking-of-you.html' title='Still thinking of you.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-1482866236432746341</id><published>2009-11-05T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:09:41.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two.s.one</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Suddenly i feel so sad D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not more 2S1 next year! no more familiar faces. walao, sucks sia D: how am i going to feel.. the same in diff. class , with diff. people ? D: D: D: D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, shall not be such a weepy(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's training was damnnnn normal. HAHAHAH, no actually trainings are normally funny with coach and his very lame sense of humour. like, what can we do man ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ew, i just took out my shirt that i wore during trng. GUESS WHAT? yea, it stinks like shit. HAHAHAHHAA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, time pass so fast. one week gone. oh nozxzxzxzx, havent accomplish anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to do so many stuffs before my hols started. ok, shall plan them out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (Very important) make something for choling. have been thinking of this since idk when.&lt;br /&gt;2. bake&lt;br /&gt;3. make something special for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. LOOK FORWARD TO CLASS CHALET! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;5. i feel like making sushi, cos my aunt's friend make such awesome sushi. LIKE, OMFG, DAMN NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i forgot. HAAHAAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;nvm, it's kind of nice to lose my train of thoughts once in a while.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-1482866236432746341?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/1482866236432746341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=1482866236432746341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1482866236432746341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1482866236432746341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/twosone.html' title='two.s.one'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-8369722149020909263</id><published>2009-11-03T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:07:09.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"SUPERMAN! SUPERMAN, HURRY WATCH!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/SvA31-A3QcI/AAAAAAAAA2k/pXps0JfRqQY/s1600-h/P1050639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399877353536438722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDavLPSbVlo/SvA31-A3QcI/AAAAAAAAA2k/pXps0JfRqQY/s400/P1050639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came across this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trng was super fun.&lt;br /&gt;there's superman. actually not super, is stupid. HAHA !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-8369722149020909263?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/8369722149020909263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=8369722149020909263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8369722149020909263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8369722149020909263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/superman-superman-hurry-watch.html' title='&lt;i&gt;&quot;SUPERMAN! SUPERMAN, HURRY WATCH!&quot;&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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/_ZDavLPSbVlo/SvA31-A3QcI/AAAAAAAAA2k/pXps0JfRqQY/s72-c/P1050639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238144298346407637.post-1514496828850138102</id><published>2009-11-01T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:48:16.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogskin, no inspiration.</title><content type='html'>what to do?&lt;br /&gt;IDK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hi people, i feel like dying. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really bored until i feel like dying. nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, yesterday night was the best. HAHA, from the train ride back from bishan to my house, we were like the loudest and the hyper-est in the train. YAY, I LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;and we reached my house. we started to paint our nails. HAHAHHAH, THAT WAS LIKE THE FUNNIEST. ada and steph were like, damn pek cek over painting their nails. HAHAHAHAHHAHA. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and then we were like, damn awake.&lt;br /&gt;after that we watched The Cell 2.&lt;br /&gt;was quite disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to sleep at 4am. OMG, THEN WE CANT SLEEP. and we started talking. HAHAHAH, then my mum from another room heard us and came in.&lt;br /&gt;AND IMMEDIATELY, ALL OF US PRETENDED TO SLEEEP. DAMNNNN FUNNY I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;ada was like, on the matress with gurki, and she heard my mum coming in, she immediately jumped up from the matress and on the bed. HAHHAHAH, IT WAS LIKE, WITHIN 1 SEC.&lt;br /&gt;(Y)(Y)(Y)(Y)(Y)(Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that we gradually fell asleep. and woke up at 7am. they went Macs, i stayed at home to sleep somemore. I WAS RELALLLYYYY TIRED. cannot stand it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;ya, yesterday was fun :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pure boring. they went home and left me with nothing to do. D:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-1514496828850138102?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/1514496828850138102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=1514496828850138102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1514496828850138102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1514496828850138102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-blogskin-no-inspiration.html' title='New Blogskin, no inspiration.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-6528000034645671174</id><published>2009-10-30T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:41:21.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of 2S1</title><content type='html'>it was a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;clean and green was super hot and sweaty .&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but but, after that when we returned the class, the other classes were bombing each other. omg, so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, but I'm very sad D:&lt;br /&gt;no more 2S1, no more familiar faces!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;was damn choked up when Ms Seow made her speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note,&lt;br /&gt;tmr will be another exciting event!&lt;br /&gt;P6 OPEN HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;woah, should be damn crowded.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to stay in school like the entire day D:&lt;br /&gt;until 4pm! i want to have a nap first then i meet ada they all at bishan.&lt;br /&gt;haha! they can like, wait for me until 8pm like of thing. HAHA, but i i think i will still be asleep by then.&lt;br /&gt;nvmmm,&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGG&lt;br /&gt;THEY COMING TO MY HOUSE SLEEPOVER TMR.&lt;br /&gt;damn excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch horror movies till late at night.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo, gonna be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-6528000034645671174?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/6528000034645671174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=6528000034645671174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6528000034645671174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6528000034645671174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-day-of-2s1.html' title='Last day of 2S1'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-8576255128273460034</id><published>2009-10-29T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:17:26.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 MORE DAY, I cant believe it.</title><content type='html'>OMG,&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i really cant bear to leave 2S1.&lt;br /&gt;i mean , ya sure, i hate some people, but still, it's minor and two years together.&lt;br /&gt;it's a lot and VERY FAST .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO YEARS PASSED LIKE THAT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wth wth wth wth wth wth!&lt;br /&gt;really sad to the max.&lt;br /&gt;ok, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;we still have class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was the first and last time 2s1 sat together during recess.&lt;br /&gt;like, this row.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, like so cosy sia.&lt;br /&gt;i like , sad we didnt think of it earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2S1 FTW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday i was shocked and surprised and disbelief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i saw that i was like, wth, is this the person i thought i know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;huh. i guess i was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no longer had my respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;screw you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-8576255128273460034?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/8576255128273460034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=8576255128273460034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8576255128273460034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8576255128273460034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-more-day-i-cant-believe-it.html' title='1 MORE DAY, I cant believe it.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-7315907094657489134</id><published>2009-10-28T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:26:09.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days to sch ends = no more 2S1</title><content type='html'>omggg!!! so sad. why so sad ?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like 2s1, why so mean, why so fast, why so stupid ?!&lt;br /&gt;so annoying. D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;feel so sad + sad + SAD .&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 people, 40 fun. (?)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will miss my clique so much D:&lt;br /&gt;and annabel.&lt;br /&gt;and seemin.&lt;br /&gt;and so many people D:&lt;br /&gt;D''''''''''''''''''':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-7315907094657489134?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/7315907094657489134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=7315907094657489134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7315907094657489134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7315907094657489134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-more-days-to-sch-ends-no-more-2s1.html' title='2 more days to sch ends = no more 2S1'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-4657182406349039790</id><published>2009-10-26T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:31:33.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty nails!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; woohoo, i love pretty nails. esp. icy blue nail polish. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i destroyed seemin's nails.HAHHAHAHA, HOW MEAN OF ME. but then the results of her nails now are very artsy-fartsy. yay me :D like seriously. i still think i have got such coool taste. HAHHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, hi icy blue + hot pink! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i shall type like this. but when i type like this my creative juices dont come out. how sad. too bad. HAHAHHAHHAHAHHA, I REALY RAN OUT OF THINGS TO WRITE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;bet you miss me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-4657182406349039790?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/4657182406349039790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=4657182406349039790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4657182406349039790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4657182406349039790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/10/pretty-nails.html' title='Pretty nails!'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-5989770308310468298</id><published>2009-10-25T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:45:47.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY SEPHORA NAIL POLISH SO NICE ?!</title><content type='html'>OMGGGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN NICE LEH.&lt;br /&gt;MY NAILS ARE SO PRETTY.&lt;br /&gt;omg, cant bear to take it out leh.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-5989770308310468298?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/5989770308310468298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=5989770308310468298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/5989770308310468298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/5989770308310468298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-sephora-nail-polish-so-nice.html' title='WHY SEPHORA NAIL POLISH SO NICE ?!'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-4513649088065133719</id><published>2009-10-25T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T02:13:42.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome-est day. :D</title><content type='html'>today i splurged .&lt;br /&gt;a lot .&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was awesomeee.&lt;br /&gt;walked till my legs are like aching.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was out with cousins to orchard.&lt;br /&gt;best ! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent over $200.&lt;br /&gt;praise me can.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;now is like, super happy.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;see my happy face sia :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i typed in a weird manner.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;cant be bothered :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-4513649088065133719?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/4513649088065133719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=4513649088065133719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4513649088065133719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4513649088065133719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/10/awesome-est-day-d.html' title='Awesome-est day. :D'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-1478708060167325327</id><published>2009-10-22T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:36:21.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results.</title><content type='html'>I wont say i score damn superbly.&lt;br /&gt;but it's not exactly THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;so ... more :D than D:&lt;br /&gt;but all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths - 77&lt;br /&gt;science - 64&lt;br /&gt;lit - 64&lt;br /&gt;geog - 54/80&lt;br /&gt;eng - 66.8&lt;br /&gt;chinese - 52 (!!!!! DDDD:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, HOW AM I GOING TO GET HIGHER CHINESE ?!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;60% !!!!!! HOWWW ?!!!&lt;br /&gt;D: D: D: D: D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;ah shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have kind of made up my mind already.&lt;br /&gt;i am going to take:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pure geog and elect lit.&lt;br /&gt;2. HOPEFULLY I GET HIGHER MOTHER TONGUE !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. if possible, i want to take Triple Science (8 subjects)&lt;br /&gt;(If i take that combi, i wont have to take any pure subject)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alternative:&lt;br /&gt;I am going to take Double Science : Chem + Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking, i wont say i am disappointed at my results for science and maths all these, cause i expected worst.&lt;br /&gt;but chinese was like. argh, i thought i will have like at least 55 .&lt;br /&gt;so... nvm .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a life, move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. i am not boasting about my marks or anything, because there's nothing to boast about. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-1478708060167325327?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/1478708060167325327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=1478708060167325327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1478708060167325327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1478708060167325327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/10/results.html' title='Results.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-1621163009342152832</id><published>2009-10-20T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:55:19.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm date-less.</title><content type='html'>really.&lt;br /&gt;no one want to go out with me sia.&lt;br /&gt;WA SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mok wants to nuah at home.&lt;br /&gt;@#@^$!@$@$&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;nvm, i think ada they all might be gonig out with me .&lt;br /&gt;yayyyy :D&lt;br /&gt;i just want to enjoy my time before receiving my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling that on thurs, i am going to burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;not happy tears either.&lt;br /&gt;sighhhh, ok i am damn sad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-1621163009342152832?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/1621163009342152832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=1621163009342152832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1621163009342152832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1621163009342152832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-date-less.html' title='I&apos;m date-less.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-7142193344339327812</id><published>2009-10-19T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:05:30.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 days of holidays.</title><content type='html'>Holidays are (Y)(Y)(Y)!&lt;br /&gt;so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr having trng, ah shit.&lt;br /&gt;i am so not fit now. D:&lt;br /&gt;gotta keep training now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went marina barrage with jiaqi and eel.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;was fun.&lt;br /&gt;got lost once on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;but we managed to get back.&lt;br /&gt;yay us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i got heatstroke.&lt;br /&gt;damn, if i fall ill, blame jiaqi i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;and they were so mean!&lt;br /&gt;arranged to meet at 10.30am at JP macs.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY WERE LATE BY HALF AN HOUR COS THEY THINK I WONT WAKE UP SO EARLY !!!&lt;br /&gt;thanks man.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like punching your face only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;left with 2 more days.&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;but still, these few days were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, sometimes i have a ... fatness attack.&lt;br /&gt;like suddenly i feel so fat and dont feel like eating, but ended up stuffing my face with food.&lt;br /&gt;today is not that kind of day.&lt;br /&gt;but a few days ago i was like that.&lt;br /&gt;ah shit.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be slimmer, i want to have a perfect body + perfect height.&lt;br /&gt;ah shit.&lt;br /&gt;i want to look good in everything i wear.&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I. WANT. TO. LOSE. WEIGHT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm, nothing shall dampen my mood today.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i was in a fantastic mood this morning + afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;what did i do on sat ?&lt;br /&gt;i forgot. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;friday was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coming thursday is not a good day.&lt;br /&gt;school reopens = results.&lt;br /&gt;argh, i am so going to fail all my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;and i think this time, it's for real.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;so sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will just die if i were to fail any of my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;damn screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tpc now is with mok.&lt;br /&gt;i'm using my mum's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;which is not very nice to use, cos i am used to my tpc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like my body's burning.&lt;br /&gt;it feels damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;maybe because i am out in the sun for like a total of half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;the sun is damn super hot.&lt;br /&gt;crazy people go out in the sun during the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;damn crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marina barrage can picnic! :D&lt;br /&gt;but afternoon is too hot to picnic.&lt;br /&gt;you can get sunburnt / skin cancer.&lt;br /&gt;and that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;but i never get sunburnt before ;D&lt;br /&gt;i feel so tired.&lt;br /&gt;like the kind of until you want to sleep for like, a day straight that kind.&lt;br /&gt;and i havent bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, shall go and bath now.&lt;br /&gt;if not later it's too late at night.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. maybe i shall post photos next post.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s ok, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-7142193344339327812?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/7142193344339327812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=7142193344339327812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7142193344339327812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7142193344339327812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/10/6-days-of-holidays.html' title='6 days of holidays.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-2999769916832185925</id><published>2009-10-18T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:14:28.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One time - Justin Bieber</title><content type='html'>havent been updaating these few days.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, miss me much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams were damn screwed.&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. update tmr/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-2999769916832185925?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/2999769916832185925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=2999769916832185925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/2999769916832185925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/2999769916832185925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-time-justin-bieber.html' title='One time - Justin Bieber'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-4834068764786835568</id><published>2009-10-08T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:06:44.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams start tmr.</title><content type='html'>ENGLISH FYE TMR.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DONT I FEEL ANY STRESS ?!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AH , SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO TO PANIC TMR.&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO. (SARCASM)&lt;br /&gt;AH, SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-4834068764786835568?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/4834068764786835568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=4834068764786835568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4834068764786835568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/4834068764786835568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-start-tmr.html' title='Exams start tmr.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-211393963047416720</id><published>2009-10-05T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:47:28.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's like a making a sandwich, is it a must to put cheese first?!"</title><content type='html'>OMG. TODAY MOK WAS DAMN FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;GURKI WAS DAMN FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i dont have mood to study sia.&lt;br /&gt;ah, shit.&lt;br /&gt;i just fell asleep on the mattress.&lt;br /&gt;ah, shit.&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOTTA SELF-MOTIVATE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when am i going to start studying?&lt;br /&gt;OK, I SHALL STUDY GEOG.&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-211393963047416720?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/211393963047416720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=211393963047416720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/211393963047416720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/211393963047416720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-like-making-sandwich-is-it-must-to.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s like a making a sandwich, is it a must to put cheese first?!&quot;'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-1816049680132609935</id><published>2009-10-04T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:30:03.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT MY OWNNN ROOM.</title><content type='html'>walaooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;i want my own room D:&lt;br /&gt;i go facebook and then i saw shannon's room's photo.&lt;br /&gt;walao, damn jealous la.&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: D: D: D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;WALAO.&lt;br /&gt;damn sad now.&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-1816049680132609935?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/1816049680132609935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=1816049680132609935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1816049680132609935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/1816049680132609935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-my-ownnn-room.html' title='I WANT MY OWNNN ROOM.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-7250305096907888407</id><published>2009-10-04T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:53:17.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Ribbon Walk.</title><content type='html'>i keep thinking it's breast cancer walk .&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHHAH.&lt;br /&gt;opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, currently i am in deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;because i havent started studying for my exams.&lt;br /&gt;and exams are starting this friday.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. (sarcastic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, pink ribbon walk.&lt;br /&gt;we (refers to those who took the bus with me), walked from area e all the way to area b.&lt;br /&gt;walao, THE STUPID WALK + RUN + JOGGING was freaking tiring + retarded.&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling so bloody pissed at everyone and everything.&lt;br /&gt;technically we didnt walk the walk.&lt;br /&gt;cos we were all sweating from the journey from Area E to Area B.&lt;br /&gt;and the journey was WAYYYYYYY long.&lt;br /&gt;then ms seow said we dont have to walk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but my clique just walk a little bit. and u-turned back. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after the walk was fun.&lt;br /&gt;we started taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;and jumpshots.&lt;br /&gt;and just bullshitz.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH , WE TOOK PHOTOS WITH RIS LOW.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN SHE WAS QUITE NICE.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN WE FELT QUITE BAD FOR SAYING BAD STUFFS ABOUT HER.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after the walk.&lt;br /&gt;went home and slept.&lt;br /&gt;and then headed to bbq.&lt;br /&gt;@ my uncle's condo.&lt;br /&gt;and then played wii.&lt;br /&gt;then was creeped out cos of the stupid gory show and the stupid gory wii game.&lt;br /&gt;and then went home at 2.30am.&lt;br /&gt;and then slept at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home ytd.&lt;br /&gt;saw lianniezzz and ahbengzzzz trying to climb over a fence.&lt;br /&gt;you know those blocked the roads one.&lt;br /&gt;the greenish colour one.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH, YA, THAT.&lt;br /&gt;they are such stupid + weird people.&lt;br /&gt;when the traffic light is just THERE. -.-&lt;br /&gt;and it's 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-7250305096907888407?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/7250305096907888407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=7250305096907888407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7250305096907888407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7250305096907888407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/10/pink-ribbon-walk.html' title='Pink Ribbon Walk.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-7548092677430782010</id><published>2009-10-01T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:00:50.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>Feel like puking + stomach-ache like crazy + bad headache  = sucky to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been having stomach-ache.&lt;br /&gt;almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;wah sian.&lt;br /&gt;today was the worst.&lt;br /&gt;my head was like, spinning and i felt myself nearly vomitting, like the vomit is already in your throat kind of thing. (TMI)&lt;br /&gt;and my stomach hurts so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, on the bright side:&lt;br /&gt;this sat is the breast cancer walk.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo, i cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;i think it's gonna be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;but can you imagine meeting at 8am at paya labar mrt station?!&lt;br /&gt;pure madness.&lt;br /&gt;like, come on, so early.&lt;br /&gt;but it's gonna be fun.&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it in my bones. HAHA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-7548092677430782010?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/7548092677430782010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=7548092677430782010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7548092677430782010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7548092677430782010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-7629690732725143682</id><published>2009-09-29T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:53:26.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant wait until EOY!</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TOLEARN A LOT OF NEW STUFFS.&lt;br /&gt;TRY OUT A LOT OF NEW STUFFS.&lt;br /&gt;GO EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;RUN EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;YAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn sewing.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;(unbelievable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, i like christopher's earstud.&lt;br /&gt;sparkles!&lt;br /&gt;oh no, so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-7629690732725143682?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/7629690732725143682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=7629690732725143682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7629690732725143682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/7629690732725143682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-wait-until-eoy.html' title='I cant wait until EOY!'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-3038490746540645020</id><published>2009-09-29T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:08:08.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so over you.</title><content type='html'>(Y)(Y)(Y)&lt;br /&gt;happy once more. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New fav. phrase: "I feel like bashing your face"&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;i feel damn violent nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was study date with gurki, ada and steph.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;AFTER GURKI CAME, WE ALL STARTED CRACKING UP AT THE SLIGHTEST THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;(Y)(Y)(Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurki: "You got cheese on your hands, why dont want to wipe it?"&lt;br /&gt;Steph: "I dont want to get my other hand dirty also"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAAAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today 5.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;Ada: "Eh steph, your tuition what time?"&lt;br /&gt;Steph: *looks at watch.*"OMG OMG OMG, I LATE ALREADY! 6PM TUITION STARTS!"&lt;br /&gt;guess what? her tuition is at tiong bahru. LOLOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, we started packing our bags within 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;and we are out of the library in 8 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh no, too hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHHAHAA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:O Fann and Christopher getting married tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, bye :D&lt;br /&gt;I AM GETTING NEW SHOES SOON.&lt;br /&gt;WASEH. HAPPY SIA. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-3038490746540645020?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/3038490746540645020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=3038490746540645020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/3038490746540645020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/3038490746540645020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-over-you.html' title='I&apos;m so over you.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-5167621702136726650</id><published>2009-09-28T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:30:09.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So maybe it's true, that I can't live without you.</title><content type='html'>Two is better than One - Boys Like Girls Ft Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;(Y)(Y)(Y)(Y)(Y)(Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's maths was the best ever.&lt;br /&gt;me, ada, gurki, yingjie, steph were sitting in a weird formation.&lt;br /&gt;and ms loo was like , didnt say anything!&lt;br /&gt;reason #1 why ms loo is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during maths today i was super happy.&lt;br /&gt;and i concentrated.&lt;br /&gt;and ms loo came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Loo: "eh, this gang here, ok or not?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "We not gang"&lt;br /&gt;Ms Loo: "you all are gansters"&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;reason #2 why ms loo is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she came over again.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Ms Loo if my presentation was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Loo: "Cannot arrow, must write in english"&lt;br /&gt;Ada: "Huh? You write in chinese ar?"&lt;br /&gt;Ms Loo: "NO. YOU WRITE IN CHINESE-TAMIL-JAPANESE-FRENCH(other languages)KOREAN"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHHAAHHAHAH, THE FIVE OF US LAUGHED LIKE CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;reason #3 why ms loo is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Ms Loo's the best ok.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;(Y)(Y)(Y)(Y)&lt;br /&gt;Ms Loo FTW! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I feel like bashing your face. HAHHAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-5167621702136726650?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/5167621702136726650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=5167621702136726650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/5167621702136726650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/5167621702136726650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-maybe-its-true-that-i-cant-live.html' title='So maybe it&apos;s true, that I can&apos;t live without you.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-6365018489598639490</id><published>2009-09-27T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:24:54.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self :</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STUDY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ironic how everytime exams come nearer and I'll have this post about studying.&lt;br /&gt;and yet i dont really follow it.&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i'll ever go on a hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;since i love blogger too much.&lt;br /&gt;haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cant wait for after exams!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-6365018489598639490?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/6365018489598639490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=6365018489598639490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6365018489598639490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/6365018489598639490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/09/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self :'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-982781766727596648</id><published>2009-09-25T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:37:16.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I met Zhuangying's friends today.</title><content type='html'>today went to zhuang's primary school cos her school got some mid autumn festival thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnnnnn funny ok. HAHHAHAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhuang: "hi" *waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them: *weird stares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAAHHAH. DAMNNNNN FUNNY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-982781766727596648?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/982781766727596648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=982781766727596648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/982781766727596648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/982781766727596648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi-i-met-zhuangyings-friends-today.html' title='Hi, I met Zhuangying&apos;s friends today.'/><author><name>S h u H u i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-8706933226011939213</id><published>2009-09-24T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:26:04.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must slim down,</title><content type='html'>"Today, after years of wearing L, XL, and XXL in juniors clothing, I can finally wear a slim-fit small t-shirt. MLIG. "&lt;br /&gt;-mylifeisg.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel moody now.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, ARGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;i need jiaqi.&lt;br /&gt;i need to complain and complain and complain.&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-8706933226011939213?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/8706933226011939213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238144298346407637&amp;postID=8706933226011939213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8706933226011939213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238144298346407637/posts/default/8706933226011939213'/><link 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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-3238144298346407637.post-7776223135843682998</id><published>2009-09-24T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:27:58.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Thousand and One.</title><content type='html'>(dont ask me about the title, i dont know why i put that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i have been reading ahlian blogs.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;damn fun ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mum was super shocked that blogs even existed.&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my brother is complaining about the endless rubbish in his study room.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHHAHAHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;rubbish = my mum's toys + a lot of rubbish stuff.&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, damn hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177658079180715340</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-3238144298346407637.post-1598348424639181472</id><published>2009-09-23T12:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:56:12.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love school network.</title><content type='html'>school dont block msn and facebook.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, so bloody fun.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bad towards ms seow.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-1598348424639181472?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-3238144298346407637.post-6207051080294899011</id><published>2009-09-22T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:53:17.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itching to go to facebook!</title><content type='html'>WHERE'S ANNABELLLL ?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I NEED HER NOW.&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and note to self: stop procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;17 more days.&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;*bangs head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start studying.&lt;br /&gt;bye. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238144298346407637-6207051080294899011?l=tipsypoops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsypoops.blogspot.com/feeds/6207051080294899011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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