<?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-8884686786788554465</id><updated>2012-01-20T23:18:09.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unicornee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-4737816963740441463</id><published>2008-08-26T20:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:09:27.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>Surprise surprise! My cbox has been pretty exciting recently, with all sorts of people 'tagging', yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever la, but I really don't know who is "uknowwho" can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I guess you could say that I'm THAT dumb, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever you want, since I don't really care about my cbox, nor do I care about blogging already. Much as I don't feel like blogging, I'm NOT, I repeat, NOT going to give it up x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BLOGGING, and THAT'S THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what I'm talking about anyway so haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-4737816963740441463?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/4737816963740441463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=4737816963740441463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4737816963740441463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4737816963740441463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-5804370194165021931</id><published>2008-08-25T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:47:09.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M DYING~~~</title><content type='html'>This is pure devastating coz I haven't learned my Chinese thingy.. all because I had to rush the scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah apparently it got drenched in the rain on my way to school last Saturday morning D: And I didn't realise until Sunday night! So by that time it was too late already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to buy a new scrapbook and tear out all the wishes and paste them back again.. thing is, I've run out of glue T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are just not going my way, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay never mind I've got no time to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-5804370194165021931?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/5804370194165021931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=5804370194165021931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5804370194165021931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5804370194165021931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-dying.html' title='I&apos;M DYING~~~'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-2175666696862905678</id><published>2008-08-24T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:23:42.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESSED OUT</title><content type='html'>Haizz another boring day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather die than turn emo lors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot liddis la, must turn back to the happy-go-lucky me! YAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless whether anyone hates me or not. I'll always have my family with me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that friends aren't important, it's just that family is the most important, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I haven't done Maths and Science homework yet! DIE~ D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And poor Yuteng got all depressed D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no clue of what to blog about recently D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I do have some topics in mind. It's just that, I don't feel like blogging anymore. Okay wait maybe I still do. But I think that.. blogging.. it doesn't help me in any way, so yeah. Yes, blogging is my all-time hobby, but now I just need a break, seriously. I've been feeling rather stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to continue music. But, I've been studying it for 9 years, so it'd be a pity to give it up now.. Gosh and I haven't started on violin yet. This is devastating coz the violin practical is the most difficult part of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh great, I haven't done the scrapbook for Ms Wong yet D: And it's due tomorrow D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind lor.. rush homework haha. I love doing homework last-minute x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-2175666696862905678?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/2175666696862905678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=2175666696862905678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2175666696862905678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2175666696862905678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/stressed-out.html' title='STRESSED OUT'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-3577899339681741419</id><published>2008-08-23T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:15:14.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAHBLAH</title><content type='html'>I just realised I haven't bought Yuteng's birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Yuteng is so happy, because she got Maryjo's MSN(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently for Yuteng's birthday party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Maryjo goes, Adriel will.&lt;br /&gt;If Adriel does, Jordan, Marcus and Dextor will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, there would be a whole bunch of people(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which isn't such a good sign after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, what the hell.. suddenly so many people. Haizz, Adriel sure try to be funny again la -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we went for the Teachers' Day rehearsal thingy for the councillors. I got drenched in the rain DDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited. and waited. and waited. for Jeslyn and Eva.. but they were taking too long. Hence, I decided to hide and sms them(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all of a sudden, everyone went missing! Oh, they're in the hall already x) And Eva's there too! But where's Jeslyn?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUITION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared she get into trouble sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Mdm Yap already told us that the rehearsal today was compulsory, and they took attendance in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, we saw a 2 councillors, using their handphone, so we took out ours too(: Since they can use it, why can't we, hahas. Kidding la, today exception. Normal schooling days cannot bring der hors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking towards my block, I saw this freaking familiar baby.. who turned out to be Eric! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yays so I went over to them and said hi, and left after playing and taking pictures of him for 5 minutes(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay wait Blogger is walking out on me and die-die also refuse to upload the pictures. So pictures later x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-3577899339681741419?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/3577899339681741419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=3577899339681741419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/3577899339681741419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/3577899339681741419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-realised-i-havent-bought-yutengs.html' title='BLAHBLAH'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-2244155077515472015</id><published>2008-08-22T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:07:19.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Based Learning</title><content type='html'>So today we had the home based learning whatever thingy. I think it's not bad you know (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fact that I just love my computer. But one thing bad - my eyes tire very quickly. Yeps, staring at the computer for like, who knows how long. My favourite lesson was PW, because I loved answering those questions! For question 9, I went all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What have you learnt from this incident?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have learnt that using an unsecured network is not right and I&lt;br /&gt;may have to face serious consequences. I should not over-indulge myself into the&lt;br /&gt;computer, &lt;strong&gt;lest I end up seeing a shrink.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I enjoyed making the poster too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SK7Hv4HMHSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/D59PgoeAkkw/s1600-h/PW_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SK7Hv4HMHSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/D59PgoeAkkw/s320/PW_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237343042008784162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up yeahs, Yuteng! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-2244155077515472015?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/2244155077515472015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=2244155077515472015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2244155077515472015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2244155077515472015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/home-based-learning.html' title='Home Based Learning'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SK7Hv4HMHSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/D59PgoeAkkw/s72-c/PW_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-2502625444829427357</id><published>2008-08-21T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:13:24.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY CHOIR</title><content type='html'>Today patch up with Jeslyn and Vivian. Yays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love choir now! I used to hate it because I always slept through choir. But now, I've found a way to keep me awake! And it's great, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember there was once, Ms Tan Bee Wan told us that if we were tired, all we had to do is dab our eyes with a little water, and we'll feel refreshed! It is due to the oxygen inside the water, giving our eyes oxygen to breathe too. I didn't believe it at first, but it really works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 20 minutes of choir, I was feeling sleepy already, so I tried the method that Ms Tan taught us. I carefully poured some water into the bottle cap, and dabbed some on my eyes with my fingers, and poof! I was immediately alert! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awesome is that?! Yeah so now I ENJOY choir practices, because I simply love learning new stuff each time! Haha! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all thanks to.. Ms Tan Bee Wan! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be edited later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuteng brought this Popular-club magazine, and she showed me the horoscope part. Now, where was Sagittarius.. hmm yeah, there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the family part, it was quite accurate. Then there was also lucky day and number, etc. My lucky day is Thursday! Which is my birthDAY as well as TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering at that time, "How lucky can this day get? I mean, blehs.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after I patched up with Jeslyn, after clearing it with Vivian,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on, I love choir now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is my lucky day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What kind of logic is that??)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-2502625444829427357?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/2502625444829427357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=2502625444829427357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2502625444829427357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2502625444829427357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay-choir.html' title='YAY CHOIR'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-8365333409322664670</id><published>2008-08-20T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:58:03.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Me?</title><content type='html'>I hate this day, so you won't be seeing me tomorrow. Uh I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't be seeing the usual me tomorrow. I'll show another side of me. Who knows, I might prefer that self and stick to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-8365333409322664670?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/8365333409322664670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=8365333409322664670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/8365333409322664670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/8365333409322664670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-me.html' title='Another Me?'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-2900097704883667265</id><published>2008-08-19T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:40:03.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology</title><content type='html'>On the previous post which I accused Min Xuan, I apologise. I'm sorry Min Xuan, but still. You DID tell me on MSN "You know wad? I hate you 4eva"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that, I have proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, regarding whoever criticized me, I would also like to apologise for the misunderstanding caused. I don't mind if you want to make negative comments about me, but at least, tell me why you think that way? If you don't know who I am, then I suggest you don't comment. After all, a blog is only a mask, isn't it? It just isn't fair, and you're as good as making groundless accusations. Never judge a person by how he/she acts on the internet. Try understanding that person more, and the only way is to KNOW the person and befriend him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, do give me a reasonable explanation. If I agree with what you say, you can punish me in any way that I am willing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to today's post! Yuteng was damn angry today because of a certain event. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then never mind la. After school went for theory again. Wah, we're like going so fast lor. I was still saturated form the last lesson.. and now I need to learn 2 more topics D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-2900097704883667265?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/2900097704883667265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=2900097704883667265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2900097704883667265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2900097704883667265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/apology.html' title='Apology'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-8935020819307629758</id><published>2008-08-18T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:48:02.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU ARE A FAKER</title><content type='html'>As you all have seen from my cbox..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another person hates me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wouldn't really define it as 'another person' though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, obviously the sucker knows me. So I assume, he's from 1E1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm glad that there are people criticizing me. I mean, only blogs with more attention has stupid suckers spamming their cbox all the time. Thank you, 1E1-ian(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you're stupid enough to say that I'm a faker and that you know my true self. It only brings me closer to who you are. Like, of all days why choose to spam me today?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You don't see me or hear about me during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;2. I haven't been much of difference these few days, until today.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your big reaction when you heard something Yuteng said about me in class, after school today.&lt;br /&gt;4. I was acting wild, and only two of you, excluding Khadijah and Yuteng, were in the class as well.&lt;br /&gt;5. Timing. Your CCA happens to be on those two days - Friday and Monday. FRISBEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been blown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIE MIN XUAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm warning you! I'm sure you have no idea what's the meaning of I.P address, and I can easily report you to Ms Wong, AGAIN. Yeps, already reported you last week, as you've heard yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, don't try playing games with me, sucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Natural development, natural death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you don't understand what I mean by that, eh? Cartoon la you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to apologise still can, go find an ice-cream-piggy for me lor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-8935020819307629758?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/8935020819307629758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=8935020819307629758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/8935020819307629758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/8935020819307629758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-are-faker.html' title='YOU ARE A FAKER'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-89400030250643624</id><published>2008-08-17T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:01:54.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric's Blog!!</title><content type='html'>Say YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz my dear baby cousin has got a blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame la I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought Leong's blog was quite cute and interesting, so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did homework already.. but printer no ink ler. How to print the English thingy lehs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm. Feel like watching Golden Faith. Cannot find TXDY leh.. dun feel like using my VCD coz very troublesome. Nvm lor. Finish watching the i-am-an-aeroplane show already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triumph In The Skies hor, got one episode very cartoon! I damn love the poem lor! Francis Ng was reciting it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An airplane&lt;br /&gt;I am an airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;Right up in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Ever so high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a silver shape in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Off to Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay.&lt;br /&gt;I am up up and away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah I tell you hor, damn hilarious lor the way he recited it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys do watch Triumph In The Skies, it's episode 8! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays, gotta FLY now. Up up and away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-89400030250643624?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/89400030250643624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=89400030250643624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/89400030250643624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/89400030250643624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/erics-blog.html' title='Eric&apos;s Blog!!'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-7854643846741228569</id><published>2008-08-16T19:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:08:48.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Write Stuff</title><content type='html'>Aww.. First of all, I would like to thank &lt;a href="http://yuteng--x.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yuteng&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/pumakid95@hotmail.com"&gt;Khadijah&lt;/a&gt; for the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently someone 'Fcked' me on the cbox. You may want to take a look. I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; have someone in mind, because something happened on Friday. However, I shall not state the name. Nonetheless, in case it isn't who I'm thinking of, I'm wondering why that person has to criticize me. Please, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, if you are reading this, tell me why you hate me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to &lt;a href="http://wileenwashere.blogspot.com"&gt;Wileen's&lt;/a&gt; house, then we proceeded with the rest of her family members and 3 of her friends to the &lt;a href="http://www.srt.com.sg/"&gt;Singapore Repertory Theatre&lt;/a&gt; to watch &lt;a href="http://www.srt.com.sg/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;id=674&amp;Itemid=91"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Write Stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the &lt;strong&gt;DBS Arts Centre - Home of SRT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a playwriting competition showcase by young directors, aged 11 and 12. So anyway, Wileen took part in it and officially made it to the top 12! The synopsis of her story is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;All That Glitters Is Not Gold by Chan Wi Leen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of school, Aylien suspects that her classmate is an alien robot. Together with her sidekick, Danny, they try to uncover the truth.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than her play, there were 3 others as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea they were all quite interesting la. Very colourful haha. Oh and, the actors were great! All very cute der haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of all 4 plays, we had to vote for our favourite, among - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selfish Locks&lt;/em&gt; - Goldilocks, a princess, does not let anyone touch her toys, hence loses all her friends. At the end of the story, she learns how to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All That Glitters Is Not Gold&lt;/em&gt; - Aylien is an alien-fanatic, and gets all excited when she thought her new classmate was an alien. This story has quite a sad ending. The robot teacher self-destructed and was recycled into a microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Halloween Birthday&lt;/em&gt; - Li Shan's birthday falls on Halloween. Her two mischievous brothers plan a surprise for her, and locks her up in a haunted house. Little did they expect, someone else had it all under control..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where Your Dream Takes You&lt;/em&gt; - Candy, a young aspiring pop star gets brought back into time by her thumb drive, making her a real star. Much as she is overjoyed, there are some things that she misses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I was so excited when the last story had a CANDY character in it! OMGOMGOMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yeah so, their overall results will be based on 10% of audience voting and 90% of judging. Obviously we all voted for Wileen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Selfish Locks one was interesting and enjoyable, because it was acted out so well! But still, we are all quite familiar with the story. Not very amusing anyway. I also like the Halloween Birthday! It had that creepy feeling about it, and the way they acted it out was just damn cute. Yeah but the rock star one is not very nice. I don't see anything funny about it as well. And did I mention, the main actress didn't really suit the looks for a rock star. They should have made Julie Natalia Wee the rock star. I mean like, based on looks lar. But I guess they needed a Chinese after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea anyway, the plays were acted out by professional actors(: They all very loud lor. Some dunnid microphone some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this upcoming musical, &lt;em&gt;The Tooth Fairy&lt;/em&gt;. Aww I feel like watching it! Around end of November, and 14 December is the last day. Very cheap only can. $22 for weekdays. Choir instructors say must expose ourselves to more Broadway Musicals marh. x) So yeah, if nothing goes wrong, I'll be catching it^^ Yays, my first musical haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-7854643846741228569?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/7854643846741228569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=7854643846741228569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/7854643846741228569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/7854643846741228569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/write-stuff.html' title='The Write Stuff'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-6981725957846901535</id><published>2008-08-15T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T18:37:13.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Your Loved Ones</title><content type='html'>Even though my family background is complicated,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think I'm the luckiest girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if my parents are divorced? They both gave it their all into raising me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many people out there, who aren't as lucky as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parents just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some just give them money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some simply just.. give up on them when they do wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are children,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who love their siblings more than their parents ever do;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've successfully gone through everything. Maybe, it's time to settle down? After 8 years of fighting, I hope everything has ended. I don't want my parents to hold any grudge towards each other. Much as I envy complete families who have family day etc, I'm already very contented with my life now. I receive more love and care from each of them. Yes, I am their everything, so are they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear parents(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fought all because of me, trying to win my custody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though they do wrong things at time, it is only right, that I continue supporting them, bearing with them. It's my turn to look after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy did admit that he was wrong, resulting in the divorce, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay off topic. I got too engrossed. Hehs, paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my point is, treasure the people around you, before you lose them. Respect your parents, even if they're at fault. No matter what, your parents are still your parents; no choosing ploxx!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that your parents aren't doing a good job, then tell them. Have a nice talk. It works wonders, I assure! Treat quarrels as, test obstacles? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every quarrel prevented, is a step closer to your parents.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait till something happens and you regret. By then it'll be too late can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, what the heck am I talking about?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay never mind I think I'm talking to myself and going crazy again haha blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-6981725957846901535?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/6981725957846901535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=6981725957846901535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/6981725957846901535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/6981725957846901535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/treasure-your-loved-ones.html' title='Treasure Your Loved Ones'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-895497023612441827</id><published>2008-08-14T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:15:46.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOMBOY VS EUGAY</title><content type='html'>During recess we saw something really cartooney! Jordan and Zikry were walking together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh you see Jordan and Zikry. Walk together very outstanding sia. One so tall one so short." - Yuteng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I LOLed la! Not purposely say Zikry short. It's just that, Jordan's a bit too tall, and Zikry little bit short. So yeah... The contrast is quite ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Home Ec students came back with their masterpiece! APPLE CRUMBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanying's was AWESOME! So nice can?!?!?! Love it la. I don't know how Travis and Khadijah fared, coz they dunwan let me try D: Hmphf. Khakha so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during Science, Shanying went for dental appointment with Wan Yi, so Euger took Shanying's seat(beside me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Euger, can I ask you something?" - Me&lt;br /&gt;"Are you really.. GAY??" - Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, you have not reply me yet. Are you really GAY???" - Me&lt;br /&gt;"(laughing) Eunice Goh, you very overboard leh," - Euger&lt;br /&gt;"But people say until very real marh.." - Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Yuteng dunno say him what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh, you say people, then yourself leh?" - Euger&lt;br /&gt;"At least I tomboy, better than you gay!" - Yu Teng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And he stomps away in anger.. oops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la I mean. I didn't ask on purpose. I was just curious.. because there were rumours.. and it seemed very real to me, according to my observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like, who cares about "curiosity kills the cat" ?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-895497023612441827?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/895497023612441827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=895497023612441827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/895497023612441827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/895497023612441827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/tomboy-vs-eugay.html' title='TOMBOY VS EUGAY'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-5951828155529510324</id><published>2008-08-13T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:19:56.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIUMPH IN THE SKIES</title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pure ecstatic now coz I can finally watch and download Triumph In The Skies!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay but I still intend to buy part 1 and 3, so I can complete my TITS set(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle is so damn cuteeeee in the show lor! Ron and Sammul also vehh funny hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sammul hor, playboy playboy der, buthen meet Michelle already then serious. Then hor he treat her like so cute lor. That blur blur look, laugh here laugh there. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Ron, he plays the role Issac. Oh yeah Sammul plays the role Donald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to Ron. Simply love Michelle + Ron as well(: Ron is.. not serious in anything and.. a little bit act cool one lar. Then sometimes bully Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH Michelle plays the role Zita(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paiseh la okay anyway I think I'm too excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt anyone understands what I'm talking about, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahblah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-5951828155529510324?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/5951828155529510324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=5951828155529510324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5951828155529510324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5951828155529510324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/triumph-in-skies.html' title='TRIUMPH IN THE SKIES'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-1036390694013149309</id><published>2008-08-13T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:34:59.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Twinnie</title><content type='html'>Had one free period for PE today! YAY so I could do my Chinese assignment, which the class already did YESTERDAY. Bleh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND! Free period for History too! YAY! So I did some more of yesterday's assignments! (: This day is getting great! Today dunnid study der haha.. except for Ms Tan's little 2 periods.. which was quite relaxing either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESS RECESS! Haha, never do anything also. Eat lors. Talk la. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Raghu had 3 periods with us!! YAYAYAY!! If this day gets any better, we'll be let off earlier! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the 3 free periods were total fun-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I found out that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle was one of Elaine's favourite artistes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And she didn't like freaking Tavia Yeung&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;AND AND AND, she preferred ron ng X leila tong !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALAS, I LOVE THIS DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea and so we compared who knew more TVB artistes (: Obviously there wasn't any winner coz it wasn't really a competition anyway ahaha. But we managed to name out a few like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;br /&gt;Ron&lt;br /&gt;Leila&lt;br /&gt;Nancy&lt;br /&gt;Shirley&lt;br /&gt;Tavia&lt;br /&gt;Bosco&lt;br /&gt;Sammul&lt;br /&gt;Raymond&lt;br /&gt;Myolie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went all fanatic again by saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Michelle's Birthday = &lt;strong&gt;14&lt;/strong&gt; February&lt;br /&gt;Wallace's Birthday = 26 &lt;strong&gt;December&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore My Birthday = &lt;em&gt;14 December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww isn't that sweeeet?! It's all predestined, for me to know WM and be their 24-hour FANATIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we played a few rounds of Heart Attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 6 of us; Khadijah, Shan Ying, Yu Teng, Vivian, Elaine and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once I got hit by Yuteng(:&lt;br /&gt;And I hit Vivian D:&lt;br /&gt;And so on la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Yuteng and I were so thrilled about our hands getting beaten and red, that we played the 'Hand-slapping-Scissors-Paper-Stone', whereby we had to put our hands in a shake-hand position and blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking got hit so many times by Yuteng in a row lor! I only managed to hit her like, once or twice D: And my hand went all red. As if it wasn't enough, I still go beat my own hand lor haha! Then let Lihui beat also. Wah~ I'm dying =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I greeted Jeslyn, and was 'greeted' back with a very worried and devastated face. ZOMG! I'm like so freaking worried now, because her mother called me just now and apparently Jeslyn had went out to buy a present for her friend, and her mum had no idea how to contact her D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Twinnie. Something happened, but I don't think it's appropriate to blog about it, lest trouble invites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes, cheer up okays? I'm sorry I wasn't able to go back with you just now. If I could, I would have done so. Dun sad ler. I'll try to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ANYWAY I drew a Chibi version of Lihui today^^ Pictures later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-1036390694013149309?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/1036390694013149309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=1036390694013149309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/1036390694013149309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/1036390694013149309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/poor-twinnie.html' title='Poor Twinnie'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-9107261685003875763</id><published>2008-08-12T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:26:24.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE THIS</title><content type='html'>Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to post yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind la. Yesterday also siansiansian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I blogging now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't go to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why didn't I freaking go to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm freaking SICK and Daddy gave me expired medicine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmphf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flu lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he still doesn't want to bring me to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what he told me to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You tell your school! Tell Bala! No such thing as sick need to see doctor. One time how much? $30-40 leh! You tell your Bala, give me proof that MOE set this rule that an MC is required when they're sick!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Daddy, don't make it difficult for me la. How I tell this to Ms Wong? You want then you go email her yourself now lor,"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously la. Freaking give me expired medicine, still dunwan bring me see doctor! D: My condition is getting from bad to worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that.. I thought I'd be able to go to school today. I miss school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENA IS ANGRY WITH ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because Daddy said some psychotic things to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"This one ah, every night give me trouble one! Getting from bad to worse!" - Wena's father&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Actually, Wena very guai der hor? She'll turn out fine when she becomes 16," - My father&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she went all mad because of something I don't remember doing, or maybe because MY FATHER said something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pure devastating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own cousin is angry with me D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want angry then angry la! Don't think I not angry with you both hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Eunice, you very act-cute you know?" - Wileen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Eunice, you're becoming more and more ah-lian already.." - Wena&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy if this continues. This is ME, problem? This is how you identify ME, as ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when have I complained about any of you? I have no idea what's the freaking problem with my thinking can?! To think I still compliment you both in front of my mum! Heck care! Since this is how you want it, FINE! I give up on you both!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-9107261685003875763?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/9107261685003875763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=9107261685003875763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/9107261685003875763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/9107261685003875763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-this.html' title='I HATE THIS'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-3035313652502957674</id><published>2008-08-10T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:41:51.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZZZZZ</title><content type='html'>Now tell me, how boring can this day get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuteng isn't online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking SICKSICKSICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great, and my medicine is damn bitter D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm bored with studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freerice.org"&gt;FREERICE.ORG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helps improve your vocabulary, while you get to do something charitable! Now isn't that great?! *squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Yuteng online lers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-3035313652502957674?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/3035313652502957674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=3035313652502957674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/3035313652502957674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/3035313652502957674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/zzzzzzz.html' title='ZZZZZZZ'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-1558623817001592427</id><published>2008-08-09T14:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:20:14.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WMWMWMWM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BURFDAY SINGAPORE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday after school I went to Chinatown with my dad, and guess what I saw that totally thrilled me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW A POSTER OF WALLACE AND ANOTHER OF MICHELLE AT THE POH KIM WADEVER THERE! So I took a picture of it, but can't upload it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Michelle's picture was in the Golden Faith poster, and Wallace's was in the Westside Story poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and it's such a rare chance that they get to be featured together, even though they aren't really obvious. BUT STILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE WM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had dinner to celebrate my grandfather's birthday, and I got back my Sapphire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I reached home, it was already 11pm. Wah~ So late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had a hard time waking up, coz I only slept at 12. Then Mummy called to rush me home haha no la jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mummy top up my handphone balance for me, coz no more money ler haha. Yays ty mummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm home, blogging blah blah ok bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL LOVE WM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-1558623817001592427?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/1558623817001592427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=1558623817001592427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/1558623817001592427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/1558623817001592427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/wmwmwmwm.html' title='WMWMWMWM'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-7942542738898043376</id><published>2008-08-08T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:24:34.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPI BURFDAY SINGAPORE</title><content type='html'>This morning at Lakeside MRT, I saw BELOVED HUI CHEN! I miss Huichen so much lor. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway felt so good after the short chat with her. But still, sad. I wish we were in the same school! Then our trains came at the same time, so she left for Swiss Cottage, while I dragged myself to JWSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1E5 was quite cooperative^^ Probably because Mdm Tan was there. Oh well, at least they didn't give me any trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the celebration, I went to Jurong Point with Jeslyn, Casey and Eva. They apparently wanted to buy bubble tea, so I accompany them awhile haha. On our way to Jurong Point, there was this little girl, talking to her brother, who was around the same age as her. So she glimmered at the sight of Casey, who was wearing her NCDCC uniform, and went all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Police ar? Police ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all LOLed! Casey was a police! And I started saying "police ar police ar" to annoy Casey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying their bubble tea, there was this middle-aged lady who asked us for directions to the library. She didn't really seem to understand us, so Jeslyn offered to bring her there, and Casey followed. However, Eva left, so I followed Eva. Not say I dunwan help la, but it was already 10.30, and I had to go home already! And since Eva was taking 187 as well, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus, we saw this crazy man crossing the road. Eva asked me to blog about it, as much as it disgusts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was half naked! Never wear top one lor! And he looked pregnant! So both of us went all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHH OBSCENE OBSCENE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPI 43rd BURFDAY SINGAPORE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;though it's only your birthday tomorrow =X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-7942542738898043376?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/7942542738898043376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=7942542738898043376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/7942542738898043376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/7942542738898043376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/hapi-burfday-singapore.html' title='HAPI BURFDAY SINGAPORE'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-6467338639076445540</id><published>2008-08-07T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:45:14.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do We Measure The Volume Of Ourselves?</title><content type='html'>Hapi Burfday to Si Yuan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATHS LESSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt a new chapter - volume - today. Miss Wong was saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's such a thing as 3D. If there isn't, then I'll be a paper flying around here. SO, WE LEARN VOLUME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And halfway through the lesson, I suddenly popped up a question to Nishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: How do we find the volume of ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nishan: 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I mean, Ms Wong said we learn volume, so that we can find the volume of her and she'll not be a flying paper, right?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after awhile, I realised that my question was so silly and sounded so wrong, so I kept laughing to myself. And Nishan obviously thought I was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Zaidy asked Siyuan to take something, by saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh handsome, go to the *dunnowhere* and help me take the *dunnowad* "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after awhile, Zhen Hong broke the silence by saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He handsome meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALL OF US LOLED AND SAID THAT HE JEALOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially love Choir! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, all of a sudden I won't sleep during choir, and I love singing in choir now! Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally I will look up and see what Adriel the mermaid was doing. I think hor, next time better try not to look at him ler lor. Tell you hor, Adual damn cartoon! He always has this freaked expression on his face, and it's so freaking weird! Yea this apparently resulted in me, laughing away like mad again lor. Anyway Adriel toooooo LOL already. If I were to blog about everything ROFL that he did, It'll just be a waste of time! So yeah. Vanessa also caught him doing some funny actions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school went home with Twinnie. Her ez-link card no money. Then go top-up haha. Cartoon la, that Twinnie of mine. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway Marcus is 162cm. Okay let's see what's his height on 31 December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting I heard from Lihui, is that when you open an umbrella in shelter, random snakes would appear out of nowhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-6467338639076445540?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/6467338639076445540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=6467338639076445540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/6467338639076445540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/6467338639076445540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-do-we-measure-volume-of-ourselves.html' title='How Do We Measure The Volume Of Ourselves?'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-6316191010478721891</id><published>2008-08-06T16:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:28:34.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripping In Class D:</title><content type='html'>First thing that happened in the morning is that, I forgot everything! ROFL, jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I didn't go up on stage to sing the national anthem. Only half of us went up, while the rest, including me, sang outside the hall. Apparently they wanted to find out who were the loud ones, then only send them up to stage lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE officially sucks! But anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PHYSICS TEST WAS SO EASY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah I cartoon lor. Not enough time to finish the questions D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the MAXIMUM I can get is 25-30, and I hope I'll pass(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously lah. The test was theoretically plain maths! And what's my strongest subject? MATHS! Yayayayay so anyway shuddup unicorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so apparently Euger forgot to bring the 1E1 pictures again! And he freaking expects me to sms him at night as a reminder. Like puhleeeese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he really wants to remember, then he will! He just doesn't put in any effort to remember simple things at all! Yes, maybe they're unimportant to him, but to me those pictures are important! Or else hor, our class blog very plain lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about Eugay. Zhen Hong and Eugay practically stripped in class today! Hell yea it's true! Okay la not say strip la. Change only. Everyone was like, 'ewwwwwwwwww' and so on. Heck care la anyway. Oh anyway Zhen Hong seriously changed in front of everyone, while Eugay hid under the table to do it. He told Jordan/Khairi, and Jordan/Khairi apparently told Afiq. And who did Afiq tell? Blehs, the whole class. Pure LOLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during class time, Ms Wong reprimanded us again. For all sorts of things. Of course, one point is - changing in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hor so sad lor. The NE award nomination I never get in D: But anyway there's still the NE Ambassadors award^^ For the best NE blog entry or something liddat la, I dunno how the system works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway that "passer-by Y" isn't Yiting lor! Wonder who it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's Ms Wong! I mean, CindY Wong marh. Okay I'm spouting nonsense. How could it possibly be Ms Wong???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, rushed to the hall for councillor meeting, which again, took up 50 minutes of our precious time. Nehh mind la, nothing tedious anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dismissing us, Jeslyn went to Jurong Point with Jessica, while I took 187 back with Eva. We were discussing about our primary schools, and how our schools, Rulang and Shuqun, were total enemies. She also admitted that Rulang used to talk bad about Shuqun, while Shuqun did the same. As in, not the teachers la. We all lor, the students go bad-mouth the other school, just because we're close by and trying to compare which school is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuqun said Rulang was too proud and their uniform very old-fashion etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rulang said our skirt/shorts were too dull, coz it was gray. And our blouse looked weird coz it's like, boys blue girls pink, then have weird weird white stripes stripey stripey der.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea... so on la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-6316191010478721891?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/6316191010478721891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=6316191010478721891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/6316191010478721891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/6316191010478721891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/stripping-in-class-d.html' title='Stripping In Class D:'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-6225014883482588636</id><published>2008-08-05T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:11:54.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Central Affairs Look-a-like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okies so I was watching Central Affairs again, and this time I realised two characters in the show who look like two people we know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Who are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Featuring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pinky Cheung as Ms Angela Wong (our Literature teacher ploxx)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gilbert Lam as Marcus Ong (our classmate)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh I'm not kidding lor! They really look alike! That's why beginning of school that time I thought Ms Angela Wong and Marcus looked familiar. Well so much for me getting too engrossed into Michelle's films D: But yeah, love Central Affairs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(BUT I STILL HATE THE SEQUEL!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Sad lor, I dun have Marcus and Ms Wong's pictures. Or else can compare marhh T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231045953934720882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SJholHAF_3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/oTNiyL66Sfg/s320/pinkycheung.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;pinky cheung.. angela wong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231045954742901730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SJholKAx2-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/owCbBENRKAg/s320/U1326P28T3D1461779F326DT20070228094625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a clearer picture of pinky cheung, though doesn't really look like. but still, look closely at her features and you'll find this pinky cheung freaking familiar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231045959032662066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SJholZ_iaDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SNPAmr2G49c/s320/central+affairs_gilbert+lam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;obviously, gilbert lam goes by another name - marcus senior. seriously lor, total replica la! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis - THE GUY REALLY LOOK LIKE MARCUS, But the Queenie woman don't look like angela wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-6225014883482588636?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/6225014883482588636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=6225014883482588636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/6225014883482588636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/6225014883482588636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/central-affairs-look-like.html' title='Central Affairs Look-a-like'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SJholHAF_3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/oTNiyL66Sfg/s72-c/pinkycheung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-5458239665854155159</id><published>2008-08-05T17:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:45:54.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a happy day! not.</title><content type='html'>I was almost late in the morning coz I purposely missed 187 and took 157, which obviously had more available seats. Yeah like, having to squeeze like a pancake in 187 is no fun thing, coz I may lose my balance and fall anytime. Blahblahblah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I reached Boon Lay Interchange, it was already 6.55am! ZOMG! The councillor assembly was in 10 minutes, 7.05! DIE LOR! So I frantically brisk walked to school, when Yan Lu called me from behind. So she went all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh why you walking so fast?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I randomly replied, "Have councillor assembly; bye bye!" and ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to me walking that quickly, I wasn't late! Oh wow how lucky am I? But anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached at 7.03! And saw Fiona by the stairs, so we went up together. Then I saw Eva and we looked for Jeslyn. Guess where Jeslyn was? In the hall, seated on the steps of the stage, with Yuteng and Vivian etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala then we did our hall duty as usual. I'm so glad that I'm doing the same duty as Jeslyn^^ So yeah, it's usually Jeslyn &amp; I who do the duty together, while we leave the rest to the other councillors under hall duty. Anyway hor, I'M SO HIGH AND HAPPY FOR JESLYN COZ OF SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED AT 7.51PM YESTERDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly guess what barh. Maybe her mum bought something for her? Maybe her sister, Caryn, broke up with her bf? Maybe she received her long-awaited birthday present from someone special? Maybe Aunt Nora came back? I dunno. Make clever guesses, YOURSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was a long introduction. Now for curriculum time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;br /&gt;Sang national day songs, watched a movie called "Choir Boys" which I thought was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I learned something new during Literature, that may help in my National Education; superstition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was the first period that we went back to class, Marcus was meddling with this blue umbrella that obviously, wasn't his(simply coz he said it wasn't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while Marcus had the opened umbrella over his head, Travis went up to him, and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Travis: EHH! People say hor, if put umbrella over your head in shelter(classroom) hor, is forever cannot grow tall one lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (thinking) oh really, that's interesting! but my granny said that if you opened an umbrella in shelter, then it will rain forever&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha and to test whether what Travis said was true, I have decided to come up with an experiment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Marcus' height last recorded by PE teacher: 162 cm&lt;br /&gt;Marcus' height on 31 December 2008: &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh too bad he isn't online now, but I'll update this later! If by 31 December 2008 he doesn't even grow taller by at least a centimeter, then I'll conclude that Travis' hypothesis was correct! If not, then I'll kill Travis for saying such weird things and ending me up in trouble. That is, if I ever tell someone else that what Travis said was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was acting cartoon again during English, when Zikry asked me for a dictionary to check a weird word that appeared in an English passage that Mdm Kalai gave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Zikry: Eh, have dictionary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH OH OH I HAVE I HAVE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I hurriedly took out the Chinese electronic dictionary from my bag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuteng: LOLS LA! He want to search for English word then you give him Chinese dictionary?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zikry: =.="&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahar I lame la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school Vivian went for tooth extraction, so did Lihui. I accompanied Vivian and we left school at 3.30 or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went for Theory @ Ms Fang's house, and apparently I'm having my grade 5 theory exams this November, but I'm still at grade 4! Wah, very rush lehs. STRESS STRESS STRESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway now I have to go for theory lessons on Tuesdays and Fridays D: Which I think, is pure torturous. I'm going to faint soon D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons ended at 4.40, and I left for the bus stop, which was by then 4.45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the usual lucky me, I ended up waiting for 185 for 40 minutes and reached home only at 5.40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus, I saw this really inconsiderate and intolerable act by this middle aged Malay guy, who was wearing a black tee. Boy, was he obese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus was filled with cats and dogs, monkeys and elephants, rabbits and skunks, pigs and a unicorn, and alas! There was an old Auntie around her late sixties, and she was like, "excuse me" to that CONSIDERATE guy coz she wanted to get through a certain POLITE GENTLEMEN IN A BLACK TUXEDO who was getting in her way of a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he went all "WAIT LA!!!!!" and just stood there until he reached his stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you hor, he damn shameless one lor! He was so loud that everyone in the bus could hear him, and some were starring at him. EKRM&lt; WITH THE EXCEPTION OF ME, who was constantly glaring at him already. A pity he didn't make any eye contact with me lor. I swore I could have cursed him to death and would have given him a 'double slap' (double slap is a pokemon move^^), before pushing him outta the bus and letting him get knocked down by some random car. Saddening lor, coz that's so unlike me, and I would get sued for a single act of what I was thinking. Well since I couldn't, I might as well blog it here and let everyone know how cartoon he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst thinking about all the marvellous punishments I could offer him, I was unknowingly grinning to myself already. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that wasn't what you expected from me, right? So what if I'm a trainee councillor? I never do that in public can already wad! I only blog marh! I'm also not Xiaxue, who has 50,000 readers per day. Like hell yea, I'm just this unknown blogger who has 10-30 hits each day, which is still like halves of Travis' traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway the next time I see that guy(if I recognise him), I'm not gonna spare the rod anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Paiseh ar, this post was a little vulgar, but don't worry dear Daddy and Mummy. That's not your daughter talking. It's the crazy self of mine. I usually not so vulgar der larh haha. This is also my maximum and I NEVER say 'screw' anymore, nor have I ever said the 'F' word before (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-5458239665854155159?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/5458239665854155159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=5458239665854155159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5458239665854155159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5458239665854155159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-happy-day-not.html' title='what a happy day! not.'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-1084233990391315380</id><published>2008-08-03T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:19:46.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TY DADDY!</title><content type='html'>YAY HOW I LOVE MY DADDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mummy too, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and not to forget, Travis Mummy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh and Miss Candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH AND TWINNIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yuteng san jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Vivian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm nuts x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ekrm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait I'm still not tuned properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*meddles with hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE! ALL TWEAKED! In a right condition already^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came home around 4pm, and pestered Daddy about my pokemon cartridge being spoiled. So, so, so!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He agreed to pay half for me! OH YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately so D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We searched Jurong West St 41-51, but all dun have sell lehs. Sunday marh, so alot of stores closed already. Half day over liao lehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They only got Nintendo one, dun have Advanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad la, mine outdated lers. Never mind, I don't believe that they're really not selling Advanced games anymore, so I'm searching Jurong Point for it! Hmphf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yay once I find it, we'll buy it this Friday! And did I forget to mention how horrible this how thing is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go back to Mummy on Friday afternoon, instead at night! Yeah apparently my paternal grandpa is celebrating his birthday, so yeahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD. I WANT MUMMY! I MISS MUMMY ALREADY! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I love my mumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway Wileen's having this script writing competition and I can't wait for it! 16 August coming up! GO FOR IT, WIL! SUPPORTING YA ALWAYS, alrites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie so that's it, bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-1084233990391315380?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/1084233990391315380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=1084233990391315380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/1084233990391315380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/1084233990391315380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/ty-daddy.html' title='TY DADDY!'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-5504426840628758092</id><published>2008-08-02T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T21:16:08.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bird In The Hand Is Worth Two In The Bush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A Bird In The Hand Is Worth Two In The Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeps, lesson of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to accept something satisfactory while it is available, than to pursue other, possibly better, but less certain, prospects. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today I successfully completed my mission of slipping the money back into granny's purse^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway lalala, I actually love pokemon! Yea currently watching Diamond &amp; Pearl(: Too bad lor, Firered cartridge spoil, then Sapphire with Wileen, then Pearl and another one dunno how to play D: Next time I dare not buy from Malaysia already. The Mid Valley there also cannot. They still bluff me say that the Firered is original der, turns out it's imitation! It looks completely different can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh anyway.. sian already, bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-5504426840628758092?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/5504426840628758092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=5504426840628758092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5504426840628758092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5504426840628758092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/bird-in-hand-is-worth-two-in-bush.html' title='A Bird In The Hand Is Worth Two In The Bush'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-8920699919704868267</id><published>2008-08-01T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:58:24.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPI BURFDAY</title><content type='html'>Okay I've decided to start blogging again coz I just love blogging, just that I won't blog so occasionally now; only when really special things happen. Take for example, JESLYN'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Twinnie's birthday yesterday, so yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPI BELATED BURFDAY, DEARDEARDEARESTTTT DARLINGGGGGG TWINNIE!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*freaked out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a post dedicated to her! Okay maybe not dedicated to her. It's a post about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT I KNOW ABOUT MY TWINNIE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves teddy bears, especially the one that Aunt Nora gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she loves bears, Winnie the Pooh isn't really what she likes. She loves Eeyore the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that she is always playing a fool, she is a very good friend when it comes to serious situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is actually intelligent, just that she doesn't like her tuition teacher, hence shows no interest into learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on and so on la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you all everything right? If you all know everything about her then wait she dunwan me anymore, coz all of you can be her Twinnie also wad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, sometimes I do wrong things that may cause her to feel unhappy, and hence I apologise for my sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that we will stay as BEST TWINNIES forever, and of course, go to United States with you, or you stay in Singapore with me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this, I end my.. speech? Okay, that sounded weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-8920699919704868267?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/8920699919704868267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=8920699919704868267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/8920699919704868267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/8920699919704868267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/08/hapi-burfday.html' title='HAPI BURFDAY'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-6680353303239465581</id><published>2008-07-29T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:22:28.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIATUS</title><content type='html'>Hellos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined to concentrate to the upcoming finals, so my blog will be put on hiatus for 2 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, cartoon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-6680353303239465581?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/6680353303239465581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=6680353303239465581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/6680353303239465581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/6680353303239465581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/hiatus.html' title='HIATUS'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-4999599191470258724</id><published>2008-07-28T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:48:49.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CARTOON!</title><content type='html'>Last night Jeslyn and I were on a phone conversation for, who knows how long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this morning I met up with her at Lakeside MRT, once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She treated taxi^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached school, we approached Travis, together with Eva. Travis was imitating Euger, going all "I point middle finger, scold vulgarities, sorry Ms Li," in monotone. Sounded so alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon la, Travis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was pure surprising! I actually didn't fail the test! Hehs, got 78/100. I'm contented this time, though I knew I would have gotten 90, if it weren't for the fact that I was mentally asleep during the test. Damn easy la. Haizz, cartoon lor, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was devastating! Khadijah they all daren't come near me, owing to the fact that Fathira had contact with me lor! Apparently the Hand Foot Mouth Disease could still be in her for 3-6 months! D: Now everyone is scared of me la! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway we were drawing our neighbourhood on the English workbook, and Jordan had no idea what to draw. So yeah, he drew "Khairi's Island"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Khairi in the middle of a deserted island, surrounded by monsters in the sea. One octopus was labelled as "Jordan, Khairi's friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea Jordan showed it to me, so I added something else inside. It was a unicorn, labelled as "eunice aka unicorn", and they went all, "haha unicorn sinking in water!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon lor! Anyway i kept calling everyone 'CARTOON'&lt;br /&gt;Twinnie and I are crazy today. Keep calling people cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school Vivian didn't go for the rehearsal D: Sad...&lt;br /&gt;She dunwan go coz never bring costume, and her Mum won't let her D:&lt;br /&gt;So apparently she'll only be joining us for rehearsals when we got into the preliminary round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so it turned out BAD! Aww never mind, I know that everyone has done their best(: Just that we were too soft and unprepared, being the first team to go up. There was this team who had really nice props lor! The Merlion so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rehearsal ended slightly earlier. The whole group of us watched the Uniform Groups' parade, then after that I went for Choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir today was pure funfunfun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARTOON LOR, WE LEARN NEW SONG! AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the song is nice(: Some sort of song which sounded eldrich and ghostly. 00 interesting lehs. Love it haha^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah, go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARTOON, EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-4999599191470258724?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/4999599191470258724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=4999599191470258724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4999599191470258724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4999599191470258724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/cartoon.html' title='CARTOON!'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-2667585991133470878</id><published>2008-07-27T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:16:44.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ECSTATIC</title><content type='html'>MY COMPUTER IS ALIVE AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYA hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I didn't switch off the computer properly, so it was over-exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea for those using Vista, you should know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually click the button beside the lock button, coz I thought it meant shut down. I didn't know it was actually to keep the computer under low-power =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha anyway, I also found my hand phone charger, gameboy micro charger, and hand phone earpiece! They were all with my computer stuff etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY I'm sooooo happy now! *squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay since I can play gameboy already, bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-2667585991133470878?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/2667585991133470878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=2667585991133470878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2667585991133470878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2667585991133470878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/ecstatic.html' title='ECSTATIC'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-1048402029102699894</id><published>2008-07-26T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:17:51.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY COMPUTER IS.. DEAD!</title><content type='html'>AHH I'm so frustrated now coz I have no idea what happened to my laptop D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't open my files, nor open blogskin files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even open photoshop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't open my favourites on the Internet browser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway pure devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is terrible T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I had no clue of what to do, nor what happened. I'm so afraid that my computer has a problem. I hope it doesn't. Maybe, just maybe, it was over-exhausted coz I on too long marh. Hope so lah. I mean, computers need rest too. Okay, at least I can open Audition. Just now I couldn't. At least at least... no improvement la. The folders still cannot open AHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDDDDDDDDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think History is quite interesting now. I'm starting to fall in love with History again. To think I was still hating it yesterday. Haha, weird me. I'm mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHHHHH and I'm so excited coz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESLYN'S BIRTHDAY IN COMING UP! THIS THURSDAY! Can't wait to celebrate it. Too bad it's on Thursday, or else can have dinner with her haha. Never mind, I'll have lunch with her on Friday^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-1048402029102699894?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/1048402029102699894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=1048402029102699894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/1048402029102699894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/1048402029102699894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-computer-is-dead.html' title='MY COMPUTER IS.. DEAD!'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-4536687004323153655</id><published>2008-07-25T20:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:38:32.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A DISASTROUS DAY</title><content type='html'>This morning was fruit day! And Vivian's birthday too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BURFDAY VIVIAN HOPE YOU LIKE MY GIFT HEHES VEH CUTE RIGHT LIKE ME ROFL JKJK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After assembly was Maths - at least - we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently Ms Wong was bringing us to the library and I heard someone say it was a NE lesson D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked can?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE TOLD ME IT WAS MY TURN TODAY, though I knew it would be either tomorrow or today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I saw Mr Kumar and was hoping that he would be the one telling us about the NE Arena, but then he told me that I had to present my board later D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISASTROUS LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay but I still have to admit, I was excited too, given the fact that it was actually my first presentation about NE in front of a group. Of course, besides the other time where we went to Chinatown and presented in front of our fellow NE Ambassadors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it didn't turn out that bad after all. Probably I wasn't nervous coz it was my own class, which I was familiar with(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh anyway fun laa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for PW. Did reflection. Liddat lor haha, never learn Macromedia Flash today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess yay. Anyway recess I was damn silly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: OKAY today Vivian's birthday, and coincidentally my turn to treat you girls! So to celebrate this especially special birthday, I shall treat you all more la haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuteng &amp; Vivian: YAY~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*walking towards store*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *checks wallet* Ehhhh waittttt. *comes to a halt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuteng &amp; Vivian: ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I not enough money leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuteng &amp; Vivian: LOLS!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end treat them drink only. I still need to compensate them on Monday lor. Sian. Coz not being able to treat Vivian on her birthday very paiseh, so I Monday treat them also D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering what this is all about, ekrm - TREAT SCHEME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeps, for example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treat recess on Monday;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian treats recess on Tuesday;&lt;br /&gt;Yuteng treats recess on Wednesday;&lt;br /&gt;I treat recess on Thursday;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian treats recess on Friday;&lt;br /&gt;Yuteng treats recess on following Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, this is apparently the third week, I think ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess we had CHINESE and Siyuan Yixin they all were clowning around, as usual. Lalala, then Euger had to admit his mistakes in front of us, and promise that he'll repent. Not important, change topic change topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I test Geraldine and Yuteng the chinese words, and yea.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was HISTORY, which I find pretty boring now. Well who cares, I'll clarify my doubts with Ms Sarah tomorrow. Yeps, changing Science to History, coz apparently Science seems quite comprehensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Travis was angry at me for not sitting behind with them, instead in front with Yuteng D: Saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English.. we read the JWSS Reader, and I just so happened to read one of the longest paragraphs. How unlucky. I didn't know there was another page behind =X&lt;br /&gt;I think my oral standards have since dropped. I dunno, but maybe I just don't have that special slang of mine when I read out too loudly. My good oral skills are only applicable when I'm reading to a small amount of people, softly. No idea why lorrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school we had the Chinese common test, and I think I'd flunk it! I slept so late last night, that I couldn't concentrate today. I was trying to fight against myself from falling asleep while doing the 3rd section of the paper D: So never read properly, don't understand at all. Oh yea, especially the MCQ comprehension. So damn difficult and confusing. D: The last part was dreadful. I was afraid that I did not have enough time, and I was still sleepy, so I was really afraid that I couldn't complete it in time. And since time was running up, I quickly hurried the answers. In the end I didn't have time to check the other sections of the paper. I'm terribly disappointed in myself. Well yeah, lesson learnt. Do not ever sleep so late at night. I vehh scared that Ms Li Jie will scold me for deteriorating so much. I'm sure she'll be shocked when she marks my paper. From an A1 standard, I'm guessing that this paper will drop to B4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test Vivian and I went to the library. Oh yeah, and so did Zhi Leong. I was still upset over the test and reproaching myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the H.I.P contest blog with Zhi Leong, and with the help of Vivian. Yea did I forget to mention, Vivian and I did not have lunch until we got home, which was almost 5 pm already? Starving larhs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally the blog is done! All that's left are the contents and posts, which I will not be doing coz I have no idea what we're supposed to post(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, blah blah, the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-4536687004323153655?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/4536687004323153655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=4536687004323153655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4536687004323153655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4536687004323153655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/disasterous-day.html' title='A DISASTROUS DAY'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-5872830916169273080</id><published>2008-07-24T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:23:44.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Education</title><content type='html'>Hey hey! Did you guys enjoy your Racial Harmony Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Feel as though you've went back into time, with all those history-filled traditional costumes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Colourful costumes everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Took class photos with all your gorgeous friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Enjoyed the presentations made by other classes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Or in fact, your class won the competition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Love the skit that the NE Ambassadors made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Love the eloquent MCs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Most of all, LOVE ME FOR APPEARING IN THAT PINKY BAJU KURUNG, AND HELPING YOUR 1E4 CLASSMATE WIN A PRIZE BY JUST ANSWERING A SIMPLE QUESTION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys love me haha, kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope all of you had a meaningful Racial Harmony Day. At least &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I was nervous when saying the Racial Harmony declaration in the morning, and in fact even giggled in front of that big crowd.. I soon warmed up and was no longer afraid of the crowd when I had to pick someone to answer the quiz question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I've gained a fair sum of experience, especially confidence, which is a very critical factor in leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long later, the NE Ambassadors will be bringing some primary school kids on a Chinatown heritage tour. Of course, making use of everything we have learnt from the Singalicious trip last June, in which the school paid a lot to nurture us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would once again like to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Thank you, teachers, instructors and fellow NE Ambassadors! I've enjoyed every single moment with you guys, being all enthusiastic and what not! I love this role!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many of you out there might think, "National Education is boring, just like History"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when Ms Wong picked me to be an NE Ambassador, just because I got an A in English for PSLE. She was asking me whether I could project my voice and what not, then came the most important question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Are you interested in Singapore's history?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea actually, I answered "No", but still, Ms Wong said that it could be nurtured. I doubted her at first, but after the NE heritage tour, I understood why she said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't like national education, why not take part in more NE heritages? Maybe, we could suggest to the NE department to have more heritages for everyone! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know you're bored with this post, haha. So my conclusion is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE NE! And I don't see a reason why you should not love it too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-5872830916169273080?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/5872830916169273080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=5872830916169273080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5872830916169273080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5872830916169273080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/national-education.html' title='National Education'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-6502115134235785937</id><published>2008-07-24T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:38:14.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devastating</title><content type='html'>First thing first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BURFDAY TAN YI QIAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my first best friend when I came to Shuqun^^ Then there was Amalina and we created the AYE(Amalina, Yiqian, Eunice) group. Unfortunately, Amalina has migrated not long ago DDD: I miss you la, qiannnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I walked with Yan Lu to school this morning. She cut her hair too(: Then blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the morning assembly, Mdm Yap told ys that the results for the selected councillor trainees were out. Vivian and I were so excited can. Whereas Yuteng dreaded to see the results and hoped she hadn't got in D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian la, Science and Maths was pure boring.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When recess approached, Yuteng, Vivian and I rushed to the councillor board to check the results. But apparently there were many people crowding around there. So we waited till later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ELLA, EUNICE, CHANDRA, THARSHINI, PRIYA, SIYUAN, YIXIN, NOEL, AFIQ, ZHENHONG..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la no idea, but according to senior Phoebe, our class had 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that "Yuteng, Vivian and Neeran" are not mentioned! THIS IS DEVASTATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I mean, my only good friends who got nominated were Yuteng, Vivian and NEERAN! But none of them got in D: Kinda disappointing, but no choice la. At least Jeslyn got in^^ Hehes. Jeslyn by herself can already sub all 3 of them. BUT STILL, we were in different classes, and hell yea I was the only Chinese girl in 1E1 who got selected for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SADDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the very least, I get to fulfill another dream^^ Miss CANDY LIM was a student councillor in Choir(: YAY so we same already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so worried about Vivian during DnT. She seemed to be crying. At first we thought it was because she was afraid of using the machines, buthen it didn't seem so. Another possible reason would be because she wasn't selected, so yeah, bingo! Sad la. Why didn't Vivian get in. Haizz nvm. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel kept congratulating me, and I just smiled. Then he went all, "Unicorn, why you like so sad?" and I just smiled(: in an emo manner la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were discussing about the performance during CME. Almost no one listened to what Travis were saying. For example, Zhi Leong kept cutting in, Adriel kept disturbing us, Khadijah blew her top, then Chandra had to help Travis, then Mr Raghu came over to check the din. Oh and Euger disturbed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala so after school the councillor trainees went to the cyber cafe. Suhaida briefed us about what we would be doing. Apparently we will be going through a 6-month probation period, with a senior councillor guiding us. I have no idea also, but anyway we were to go to an induction next Tuesday, 27 July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we had to introduce ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, I dunno how the system works, but If I had a choice I would want to be a student councillor, not a student leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You know how difficult it is to make a class cooperate? D:&lt;br /&gt;2. Easier.&lt;br /&gt;3. I already have a role of a student leader - NE Ambassador. It's still the same wad. Also lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liddat lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for the NDP audition, and 1E1 was first to get auditioned. Yea and we were the biggest group. Other classes only a few(3-6) representatives, our class got more than 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that ar, went for Choir. OH AND FIONA(2E3) IS ALSO A COUNCILLOR TRAINEE! YAY I so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home it rained. Basically my bag is drenched! So are my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST REMINDER: VIVIAN'S BIRTHDAY TOMORROW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-6502115134235785937?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/6502115134235785937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=6502115134235785937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/6502115134235785937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/6502115134235785937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/devastating.html' title='Devastating'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-2849217731115303602</id><published>2008-07-23T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:38:52.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Now Short-short Hair DDD:</title><content type='html'>Lala walked to school with Priya this morning. It was raining so heavily that we almost froze to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then no PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History hor, weird lor. All started with Yi Xin la. He wore his uniform over his PE attire, and soon after, Zikry followed suit, so did Zhi Leong. What was most ewwwww; EUGAY ACTUALLY STRIPPED IN CLASS! I have no idea, but Yuteng told me haha. Apparently he wore over his blouse, and using some unknown method, took off his PE attire. Wah, lucky I didn't see hehes. Khadijah went all, "I see no evil I see no evil"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, there was a changing-in-class frenzy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was pure torturous for Yuteng and me. There were still many people who hadn't bought their file, dividers, and some still needed to photocopy notes. No wonder Yuteng asked me help her. I tell you hor, we buy until crazy! Completely mixed up the money. In the end I forgot that Rajes wanted to buy the divider as well, so we gave an extra set of dividers to her, but soon found out that Yi Xin also ordered dividers, so he dun have lor. And and and, Yuteng ended up without dividers too, coz it got lost for some unknown reason la. ROFL, and I forgot to photocopy a set of notes for myself. SIGH, how tiring. I suggest having two admin heads instead of just one. Seriously, one cannot cope by herself. So our admin head should get an assistant haha. Anyway I forgot who our admin head is. Was it Ella or Kuganesh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying and settling everything, we went back to class and NEERAN WAS HAVING A HEADACHE! So sad la, she really looked ill, so Priya sent her to the office. We didn't have a chance to say 'afternoon', coz it was only 11.40 when she left. Anyways, a belated AFTERNOON, buddy! Rest well and take care(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art period was so damn fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us, Khairi, Khadijah and I, were changing our spectacles. Yep, had a chance to wear each other's one. And we still pulled Jordan in, though he didn't try wearing our specs, instead kept pestering me for his glasses haha! 00 and we tried Chandra's too^^ I love Khairi's glasses la! So cute can! Look like geek when I wear it(: Eeeee, talk about that, I want to change my glasses leh. Mine the colour run already. OH AND, Jeslyn broke her glasses! I hope she'll be alright when she gets home. I'm afraid her mum will scold her for breaking her NEW glasses that was bought not more than a month ago=X Good luck ar, Twinnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Raghu then let us watch some videos on youtube. Then got the this year's National Day Song by Hardy Mirza. So Travis, Khairi, Khadijah, Fadhil, Yuteng and I sang along and waved our hands up high! So fun lor! But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm mad. Last time beginning of school, I was ever so quiet and guai der. Now leh, influenced by Travis lor! Haha, jkjk. I don't do my homework at times, and much more enthusiastic already. Not like Vivian lor, still so quiet. (: But I feel more carefree this way, instead of trying to observe rules at all times. I'll just stress myself la. If I really can't take it, I might as well give up. So yeah, try to take a break and be NOISY at times^^ I like the new me can? Coz Jeslyn used to be the only one that I can confide and show my true character to. Now at least more people know I'm not as quiet as they think. Nevertheless, now that I'm less quiet, I still have many secrets in my heart(: Hidden emotions. Yep, and only Jeslyn knows. So yeah, she's still the most privileged x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala oh screw it. I seem to have turned more emotional. Maybe not emotional, but sensible. I tend to think twice before doing anything. For example, control my temper and spending^^ Hehes, that has really helped alot. That's why I say, parents hold an important part in nurturing their children. We never know what to do, and YOU need to help us, yea? So parents out there, pay more attention to your children. Don't regret only when they go astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY PARENTS. Hehes actually hor, dunno why laa. When I'm with mummy, I automatic obedient one. When I'm with daddy, I just feel the urge to annoy him^^ HAHA. But anyway I've improved now(: Our quarrels have tremendously minimized. I've tried my best, but Daddy still very hot-tempered at times hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY WAYYYYY OFF-TOPIC! BACK TO TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I had lunch with Vivian and saw Jeslyn going back with Eva DD: So sad la, I want go home with Twinnie, but we had to stay back for the National Day discussion. Blah blah, apparently Miss Wong was having remedial and could only start the discussion at 3.30pm, so Vivian and I proceeded to Jurong Point, to look for our red+white clothes for the audition tomorrow. But.. to no avail. We browsed through the whole of Jurong Point within an hour, but still nothing suitable. In the end we had to settle at OP and Bossini. Total $26. But daddy dunwan give me money, so cannot buy lor. Then I also no money for this week already, so cannot buy myself. Haizz, I'll see whether we're able to pass the audition first, then decide what to do. I mean, if we don't pass the audition, what's the point of buying those clothes? I don't even wear them haha. All so weird der.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Peixian saw me. At first she was like, "Hello" and waving to me. I thought she recognised the wrong person, then she said "You don't remember me ler ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went all, .........................*apparently no*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I DID forget her. Well at least, almost. But in the end I took a thorough look at her, and realised IT WAS PEIXIAN! Hehes, blur me. She asked me whether I was with Jeslyn, and I told her that she went home already. Then bye bye lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh so Vivian and I were a little late for the discussion, but ANYWAY. The title of our performance should be "I Had A Dream Leh" and so on etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY go home already! FINALLY! I had a hair-cut. I have no idea how they cut it until so short lor. But anyway, okay la, not that bad. Just that very hard to tie. Hehes. It was supposed to be a TRIM, buthen dunno wad happen la. DDD: Now so short already. Oh screw that gay who cut my hair! He looked gay lor! Well in my opinion, most hairstylists are GAY! Hmphf. I have a grudge towards him now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-2849217731115303602?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/2849217731115303602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=2849217731115303602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2849217731115303602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2849217731115303602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-now-short-short-hair-ddd.html' title='Me Now Short-short Hair DDD:'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-8823796471018554250</id><published>2008-07-22T15:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:44:55.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want My Buddies Back!</title><content type='html'>This morning I took the same bus as Yan Lu, so we walked to school together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Our conversation.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Did you see me sabo Wei Hao yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan Lu: Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh btw, why you all cheer when I sabo him ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan Lu: Coz Wei Hao was still saying, "aiya, sure not me one larh", but the first one to get chosen to answer the question was him! Then some other people were saying "Eunice is his god-sis, she won't sabo him one la"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: But in the end I still did. HAHA, SO FUN LOR! Actually cannot blame me la, I bo bian also. Cannot find Casey, so vehh nervous, then saw Wei Hao, so sabo him lorrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was elated to hear that Fadhil had a sore throat this morning, coz it'll finally quiten down without Fadhil's frequent yapping. Nonetheless, hope he gets well soon(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairi was singing 'Home' and I went all "Racial Harmony Day over already, sing for what?".. Yuteng then said "Still got National Day marhh," haha, and to tease them, I &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; had to say "Who cares about National Day?", whereby they went all "WE DO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music was sooo fun laa! I LOVE SINGING THOSE SONGS CAN??? Well who cares if they're past National Day songs? It's still considered as &lt;em&gt;singing&lt;/em&gt; x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to act foolish during Literature, so I held my scissors and told Travis and Khadijah, "This is my favourite..&lt;strong&gt; apparatus&lt;/strong&gt;,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL! You call &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; an apparatus? Well I do, so who cares(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway they were mentioning something about a presentation, so Travis and Khadijah wanted to do a skit, and we were like "WE LOVE ACTING!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Angela Wong was at the back of the class, and she heard us!!!!!! DDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So paiseh la. Somemore give us the freaked expression, 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH. Haha, but Ms Wong vehh cute^^ She also said "Ehh! How can liddis, cheat leh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently we were supposed to name some local delicacies, and I thought of my NE guide booklet, so I took it out and *poof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Majority of the delicacies of the four ethnic groups were there! Haha, how awesome am I? (: It's great being an NE Ambassador when we have to answer NE-related things^^ YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am still pissed off. I thought Fadhil had a sore throat, but he could still tease me la! Oh, so he can't talk, but he can annoy, eh? I see, that's the case.. ): Bad Fadhil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH, during Chinese lesson, Ms Li Jie found out that Euger helped Adriel do his work, so she said that she'd call both their parents. I'm not sure bout this, but I heard that Euger would be suspended because he brought his handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY HOR, that Eugay damn disgusting can?! TRAVIS SAW IT LOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was beside Vivian, and was leaning towards her to look at what she wrote, then suddenly he licked his lips! DDD: According to Travis, it was damn perverted can?!? Poor Vivian, now it's her turn to suffer. Oh and to add on, Vivian mentioned Eugay acting intimately with her. Like, he'd go close to her something liddis la. Now she's the new victim T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something really weird happened during English. Travis claimed to have felt a painful sensation, so he asked us whether was it his pimple burst. He looked so anxious lor. Khadijah and I LOLed and told him, no. So funny can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep so, that's all^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that my posts are boring, compared to those in my previous blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason is because - I'm no longer sitting with Jordan and Khairi, so there's nothing much to blog about. They use to be the ones that gave me topics to blog about, but now that we're no longer sitting together, Vivian gets all the fun instead DDDD: While I'm always bored and have nothing to blog about. Somehow, just somehow, Travis and Khadijah can't give me the feeling that Khairi and Jordan can. I mean, they can just easily do some silly things to make me go all crazy haha. SIGH, I want my old buddies back, including Neeran!!!! Don't you just think my blog is boring now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-8823796471018554250?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/8823796471018554250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=8823796471018554250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/8823796471018554250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/8823796471018554250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-want-my-buddies-back.html' title='I Want My Buddies Back!'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-7842267873367766974</id><published>2008-07-21T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:47:10.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial Harmony Day :D</title><content type='html'>YAY so today is Racial Harmony Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in the morning, it was so scary can! While saying the NE pledge, I was standing right in front of Vivian and Yuteng! Wow, how unlucky is that? Then the other NE Ambassadors were laughing about something, so I started to laugh for no reason as well x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Maths test was returned today! Haha, I scored damn bad la, dunwan tell you hehes. But anyway congratulations to Neeran for getting 18.5/25!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I got 21^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND APPARENTLY FATHIRA GOT HAND FOOT MOUTH DISEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HFMD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HFMD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HFMD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE LARHS! I've been sitting on her place during Mother Tongue and other random periods! DDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get it too DDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully not ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11 am, Desmond and the other dunno wad's his name told me to go to the hall(: Then hor the dunnowho keep saying us lor DD: Screw him haha jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I was randomly telling them, "Eh I'm not in the skit leh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunnowho: THEN U COME FOR WHAT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Huh dunno leh. You all ask me come along one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha so anyway, in the end those without roles still had to help out backstage/quizzes. And I helped with the quiz^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah, Jeslyn and Glenn were so damn cute! They hor they hor, on the stage make a cool pose, then come down make a cute pose. EEEE so cute, but I missed it, because I was backstage at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed forever, I had to scram from the backstage and appear out of nowhere. I was supposed to have a mic, buthen no one lend me, and I was in charge of the first question. So it was like, me and teacher all anxious lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha in the end I managed to get the mic, then I dashed out from the backstage. Almost fell x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, was just in time to wave to the audience lor. Si Ying was like, "Can the NE Ambassadors raise their hands?" And I saw Cheng Yee waving already. What could I do at this point? Run into the hall and wave, at my class(: Of course I waved at other classes too, or else they dunno where the hell is the NE Ambassador haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First question up! My initial plan was to sabo Casey, but I couldn't find her. JUST THEN, I SAW WEIHAO RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! YAY my saviour^^ So sabo him. According to Ms Lim, I was supposed to do this, so I followed her instructions and went all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi I'm Eunice, and you are? ...... What's you answer?.... Congratulations!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an extremely enthusiastic tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So scary. But fun lah, can sabo my bro haha(: I know he must be hating me now for embarrassing him in front of everyone, making him the center of attention haha. Sorry laaaaa T.T I was also forced to a dead end. Or else I really had no idea who to pick can. If I chose someone from my class, I would appear a little biased, no? If can I sure sabo Travis or Vivian.. or maybe Yuteng, Afiq, Geraldine, Khairi, Adriel, Jordan, Shanying, Wan Yi, Khadijah........ OH NEERAN! Okay I'm sprouting nonsense again x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything, we went back to class for a reflection form. Then we took class photos, and had some arguments about our class blog. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just wondering if they wanted to create a whole new blog, with all their suggestions mixed inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school we still had TLLM and Choir! Pure exhaustion. I'm dying anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored already so haha, shall fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeslyn and I kept looking and laughing at each other during choir. As usual, I almost fell asleep. Not only me lor.. Jeslyn and Fiona also haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After choir Jeslyn and I went to Jurong Point, McD's, do my homework. Apparently I had lost my Chinese handbook or whatever it's called, so I had to borrow from Jeslyn. Stayed there until 8.33 pm, then left. I was practically rushing everything, especially when Daddy called to rush me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back home, at the void deck, there were a few Malays there. I was walking past, then the Malay girl suddenly appeared in front of me and asked, "Eh today Racial Harmony ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned, I nodded my head and replied with a "Hmm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, she looked drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-7842267873367766974?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/7842267873367766974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=7842267873367766974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/7842267873367766974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/7842267873367766974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/racial-harmony-day-d.html' title='Racial Harmony Day :D'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-3856234560177630690</id><published>2008-07-20T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:11:44.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY to Racial Harmony Day</title><content type='html'>Another day has passed &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so today, I continued my journey of trying to stop grandma from giving me money haha! Then she went all, "Don't run don't run! I fall down ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks left and right; blinks a few times; laughs bashfully*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehehehee, I doubt any of you understand what on Earth I'm talking about, so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Racial Harmony Day tomorrow, blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to wear my ethnic costume right to school and assemble outside the DnT room before 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm totally screwed, coz I have no idea what they will be doing 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, apparently I didn't attend the FINAL meeting for tomorrow's preparation, coz I had to go back to Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears that they will be having a skit, just that I'M NOT IN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were supposed to assign the roles last Saturday, but I couldn't go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD LAAAAAA DDDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to play also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so anyways, we'll only be having lessons until 11am! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest of the day will be specially for the NE Ambassadors to celebrate, OUR DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where got so good can celebrate one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeyer, now Travis is saying I'm a nun coz I'll be wearing the Baju Kurung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was random x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, needa help Yuteng draw Santa-girl lers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. And thank you Jeslyn for fetching me tomorrow morning, coz I certainly don't want to spoil the costume that I borrowed, or else paiseh lehs haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final YAY - JESLYN'S FETCHING ME TOMORROW MORNING!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-3856234560177630690?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/3856234560177630690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=3856234560177630690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/3856234560177630690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/3856234560177630690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/yay-to-racial-harmony-day.html' title='YAY to Racial Harmony Day'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-6399993034718067603</id><published>2008-07-19T20:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:30:49.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Damn Guilty</title><content type='html'>YAY I just bought Vivian's gift^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel damn guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: I actually forgot her birthday. It was 25 July, but all along I thought it was 24th! You know why anot? Coz YIQIAN'S BIRTHDAY IS 24 JULY! And both were my best friends (Yes, Yi Qian was my P4 bestie), so yeah... I couldn't possibly remember that 1-day-difference. I was still asking myself, whose birthday was when, until I remembered what Yi Qian told me, then only I could confirm that Vivian's birthday was 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: The price of her present is way below Jeslyn's. Haizz cannot blame me marh. At first wanted to buy that Pooh puppet for her, unfortunately they ran out of stock. All was left was that freaking dirty display one. Eeyer, so not appealing. I was devastated can, coz I had so much wanted to buy THAT for her! Nevertheless I found something else suitable in the end. I already searched very hard okay! I went to Minitoons, but nothing special, so I settled for Gift-A-Name, when I realised the nasty truth that the stock had ran out! So so so.. her final gift was.. way cheaper than Jeslyn's DDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was playing Audi, when Ms Sarah came in, and went all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ZOMG what is that you're playing? So cuteee lehs!! Haha.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was like, "Huh, have you not heard of Audition??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently she doesn't, though she has heard of Maple Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusing. She's 21.. and hasn't heard of Audition! (: Ahh, but I guess some people aren't really into gaming, yeah? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies that's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for the pictures Yuteng took hahas. Pictures taken last Friday has been uploaded^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've updated the post on "What Is Love?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-6399993034718067603?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/6399993034718067603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=6399993034718067603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/6399993034718067603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/6399993034718067603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-feel-damn-guilty.html' title='I Feel Damn Guilty'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-4066737730714981548</id><published>2008-07-18T15:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:06:39.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL # --</title><content type='html'>LOL #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Maths, the Euger was like asking Ms Wong about the x-axis and y-axis. It was like, he really didn't understand a thing at all. Forgive me for being blunt, but it's either he's realyyyy stupid, or he was trying to waste time because he wasn't interested. Call me condemning him, but yes, I'm biased against him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During English, Mdm Kalai was asking for Vivian's oh-so-perfect file. Anyway, she called twice and Vivian didn't answer. Then the class called again and looked at her - still talking to Surya, no answer. All of us shouted, VIVIAN!!!! I tell you, her reaction was pure classic, when she got all shocked and actually jumped. Then she was like, "????????" with big big and blur blur eyes. EEEEEEEEEE, damn cute la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL #3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having Chinese spelling x) Haizz, I pity Geraldine. Her correction tape going to die already haha. Hey, it's so not my fault can. Yuteng and Yixin lor! Two of them keep fighting for correction tape haha. Then I also finished using mine yesterday. Nonetheless, I only used it TWICE! Little bit only can. So it's like, Yixin will turn around and get it from Geraldine's pencil case, or take it from Yuteng's table, and Yuteng will go all crazy and call him to return it, or else she'd stretch over and take it from Geraldine's table, then I'll go all crazy coz they're killing me with all that racket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than those 3 incidents, I didn't note down anything else. Hehes, either I couldn't be bothered to, or nothing really happened. I don't even remember which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school Glenn treated Jeslyn, Jessica and I to McD. Then Jeslyn took random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224715118586995266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIHqt_f9okI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ah2xTPGH5sw/s320/glenn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Glenn is volunteeringly posing to advertise McD's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224715116399463170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIHqt3WaiwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/f5qGwtRMD34/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lalala I did not just act cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224715120023821602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIHquE2h3SI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7zQgaAr4wJQ/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me love ice-cream that Twinnie treated me^^ She's drinking H&amp;amp;E green tea x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224715118931502258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIHquAyGZLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dYU5w0BpeUk/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what I call, acting cute on purpose. *disgusted*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-4066737730714981548?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/4066737730714981548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=4066737730714981548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4066737730714981548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4066737730714981548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/lol.html' title='LOL # --'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIHqt_f9okI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ah2xTPGH5sw/s72-c/glenn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-4963749859037801585</id><published>2008-07-17T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:40:23.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial Harmony Day - Class Decoration</title><content type='html'>During Maths, Ms Wong was grouping some people up for the Racial Harmony Day banner thingy. Apparently Marcus and Yuteng were... in the Eurasian group together! AWWWWW&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we learnt about graphs, and my position was 5-3. Then hor, Adriel anyhow go say his position is 4-10, so got punished to sing the school song. To think that he actually forgot the lyrics! Ms Wong also gave him the wrong lyrics, hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DnT damn LOL la! I was sitting at Fathira's place, and in front of us were two empty seats - Yi Xin's and Sufiyan's. Mdm Sangeetha asked the people behind to come forward, so we ask Vivian go to our side. At first we were all pushing her to sit at Yi Xin's place der, but she paiseh then dunwan, so sit at Sufiyan's place lor. After that dunno why, Zhi Leong no place to seat, so we ask him sit at Yi Xin's place. So yeahhh.... Sufiyan and Yi Xin were buddies, so you could imagine the positions of Vivian and Zhi Leong... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing with Yuteng's stamp thingy. The one where can chop date one lor. Towards the end I realised that my hand also have, so I went all, "What the hell?!?!", accidentally la. SIGH, influenced by everyone already DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically that's all for today. Oh yeah, after school stay back in class to help with the Racial Harmony class decoration. Shanying helped me paste the write-ups on coloured papers. Then Yuteng took picture, but she hasn't sent them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pictures to be uploaded later]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-4963749859037801585?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/4963749859037801585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=4963749859037801585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4963749859037801585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4963749859037801585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/racial-harmony-day-class-decoration.html' title='Racial Harmony Day - Class Decoration'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-7965029428316299399</id><published>2008-07-16T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:30:33.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Is Love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Topic By: Jeslyn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love is blind&lt;/span&gt;, you may say. I agree on that, but why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean sacrificing, far from that. It means - only seeing the strengths of one, but miss the weaknesses. He/she is perfect in your eyes, yet hidden behind are true emotions and characteristics that you'd never expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, when you're in front of him/her, you will never be your true self. Well, at least not for most people. Agree? Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love is sweet?&lt;/span&gt; I agree too(: But it's not permanent. Get it right - most sweet love are artificial, just like sugar. To put it simply, it's what we call puppy love/infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real love can only be experienced by true adults. In other words, relationships below the age of 20 are most likely puppy love and bound to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love means sacrificing everything, even if there isn't a happy ending?&lt;/span&gt; Sucker! I don't agree on that! So what if it's one of my favourite quotes? If it weren't for Michelle saying it to Wallace in one of the TXDY scenes, I wouldn't have even thought about it. Nevertheless, a beautiful quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is - puppy love is always selfish. Chances of true love is one in a million. Yes, typical so-called love is always selfish. If you can't get the person, you'll totally be engulfed in hatred. Let's see if you really can accept reality when the time comes. See if you're willing to let go and be his/her guardian angel. It always appears in TV shows, about this guy/girl loving him/her secretly, rights? Sucker la! FICTION!! Those directors are out to brainwash you. (But don't we just love those kinda stories? Hehes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, what is true love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Wait till the time comes. The first chance is always predestined. You'll have to take the initiative by yourself, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the end of my topic presentation. Happy now, Jeslyn? Need anymore advice, feel free to ask me, proud user of "AUNT UNICORN" (named by Khairi and Jordan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your kind attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-7965029428316299399?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/7965029428316299399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=7965029428316299399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/7965029428316299399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/7965029428316299399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-love.html' title='What Is Love?'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-8482860516062873440</id><published>2008-07-15T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:52:42.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candified(:</title><content type='html'>During Chinese class, Euger was walking around, then kena scolding by Ms Li Jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Geraldine, Yuteng and me stared at Vivian, and she did so too. After awhile, Vivian paiseh already, then she pretend to look up at the fan. AHAHA so fake can?! Like, it's so obvious she was laughing la! She only paiseh then look up. And all of us LOLed!. Vivian so cute hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an English compre test, and I finished it quite quickly. So anyway after the test, Khadijah was telling me that she thought I was dead, coz my head was buried in my arms and she could not tell whether I was breathing anot. HEHE. Khadijah also, another funny one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, go Singapore Discovery Centre. Quite interesting, though we still hadn't got a chance to talk to Little George. DDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah, Jeslyn and me go home. Ahhh, forget what happen already. Oh yeah! Jeslyn bought a pencil case for Eva. SO NOT FAIR LOR! She buy for Eva more expensive than mine=X Nevertheless, friendship cannot be measured by physical means or money. If I really fall out with Jes because of this, call me a feline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Vivian and Jeslyn's birthdays are approaching! Wah, both BFFs birthdays on end-July. Sian lor, need to spend money again. Jeslyn already knows what I'll be buying for her, but I shan't tell what I'm giving Vivian, in case one fine day, maybe the day before her birthday, she decides to pay my blog a visit. And when she finds out what I'm giving her, all the fun will be gone, you see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I hereby declare bankruptcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back home, I was talking to Jeslyn, while some random person was waving. At first I was like, "What the hell is that person doing?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon, I realised that she was looking and waving at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SO IT WAS CANDY!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Miss Candy D: I tell you, I could have cried lor! SO long never see her already. She's really like my sister^^ Can compare with Jie already haha. Jie lor, play with her Leong-leong dunwan me anymore DDDD: JKJK la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully next time can go out with Candy(: Lalalas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-8482860516062873440?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/8482860516062873440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=8482860516062873440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/8482860516062873440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/8482860516062873440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/candified.html' title='Candified(:'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-4192672463688713266</id><published>2008-07-14T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:53:55.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Choir!</title><content type='html'>This morning we saw Jordan helping out the AV/IT behind the curtains you know! OMGOMG I suppose, he's 'promoted'? Hahas, anyway he hid behind the curtains whenever we waved at him. He paiseh la, hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Chinese class, Yuteng was rushing her exercise 19. She was doing the comprehension, then got some words she dunno how to write. AND I CAUGHT HER WRITING IT IN PINYIN, so I told Geraldine and we all LOL-ed. Now Yuteng's turn to paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Si Yuan and Yi Xin were counting the number of books that were collected, and apparently one was missing. Then Si Yuan went all, "Must be your(our) group la!"... And in the end we found out that Adriel's book was behind us, but no one collected it coz Adriel didn't ask us. I mean, what for should we turn around? Not like we want to see Aduallaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was damn funny la! They had this announcement "No Chior today blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they spelt CHOIR as CHIOR!! Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was fun too, when I pretended to cry and be angry with Khadijah for some unknown reason. Then Neeran actually believed me and went all, "Eunice are you alright?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I suddenly laughed, she thought I was crazy, coz at first she really thought I was crying or sad. YIPEE! Now you know my acting skills rocks, yeah? Nah, jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Khadijah, Travis and I were trying to test our acting skills and how dramatic we were, and I ended up tricking Neeran. We were also ranting about how much we wanted to join Drama Club. Unfortunately, Drama Club closed down due to not winning any awards. So Travis was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;IF 3 OF US JOIN THEN THEY SURE WIN MANY MANY AWARDS ONE!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true can?! Oh, how I love acting~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep so that's all for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Play was plain torturing. Oh screw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-4192672463688713266?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/4192672463688713266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=4192672463688713266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4192672463688713266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4192672463688713266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-choir.html' title='No Choir!'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-7206344322460706378</id><published>2008-07-13T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:14:49.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day At Grace Assembly</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention last week: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the church is called Grace Assembly or something. Guess what?! It's opposite the Home Team NS, the place where we had our Sec 1 camp! 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were late for church again. I missed my favourite part can - singing. By the time we reached, everyone was giving the offerings already, then after that they jump jump jump dance dance dance to the song, Supernatural.Ahh, of course the upper primary didn't jump along. Only the primary ones and twos did, I presume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that ahhh, go to our respective classes. Mine was the P5-6 one. Eeyer, I most senior lor. But anyway they think I'm primary 6 haha so who cares. I mean, I'm just 2 weeks away from being an official primary 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so nothing much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Wil's house, play computer, watch Gigi draw and colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala, I'm back home and I haven't done my Chinese homework 0.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-7206344322460706378?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/7206344322460706378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=7206344322460706378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/7206344322460706378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/7206344322460706378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-day-at-grace-assembly.html' title='Another Day At Grace Assembly'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-762932309635748059</id><published>2008-07-12T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:05:27.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NE - Racial Harmony Day Meeting</title><content type='html'>This morning I was almost late for the NE meeting=X Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently on 21 July we had to wear our ethnic costumes and say the NE pledge. Then we were to perform a skit which is like, WEIRD coz I suck at acting lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on, the sec ones, yes which means me, have to bring our class to the NE Arena, situated at the library, and do a presentation to them about the WHOLE ARENA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NE values&lt;br /&gt;2. NE messages&lt;br /&gt;3. Our History&lt;br /&gt;4. Festivals&lt;br /&gt;5. Food, Fashion&lt;br /&gt;6. Places of worship&lt;br /&gt;7. Our challenges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to cover all 7 topics! I tell you ar 1E1, you all are so gonna suffer in that hour. Coz I'll be doing a 1-hour presentation, ALL ABOUT NATIONAL EDUCATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it's so amusing to torture you all can. I love NE, but I doubt you all do. Then I'll sabo Afiq and Travis to answer my questions! I dunwan people to volunteer, or else sure Zikry and Min Xuan answer only. I'll make you all raise your hands ONE BY ONE, so I won't get confused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm evil haha, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I'm sure I'm going to bore all of you la! I think it'll be 22 July, Tuesday. SIGH sian la.. Okay never mind, think of the positive side, I get to SABOTAGE ALL OF YA! 1E1, watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening I went to Wileen's house. Nothing to do, boring..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't have enough of computer. I mean I mean, I don't get to play the computer 6 hours when I'm there can! The most is 30 minutes only! DDD: Sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blah blah, Wileen went all about how act-cute I am. Heck I'm not act-cute! Chan Wileen, if you're going to hurt my feelings by saying that I'm act-cute, I.. I.. DUN FREN YOU ANYMORE! Hmphf. You're SO NOT supposed to say these to your dear cousin okay! I also never say anything liddis, why must you do this to me?!?! Hate you Wil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All of the above mentioned comments were fake. I was trying to irritate my cousin again. Yes, in spite of us loving to irritate each other, don't underestimate our close rapport.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned in for the night; got awoken by Wena and her Dad quarrelling and such. Shall not probe into this, in case... they kill me for it. I assure you'll go deaf if you heard how loud they shouted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-762932309635748059?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/762932309635748059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=762932309635748059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/762932309635748059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/762932309635748059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/ne-racial-harmony-day-meeting.html' title='NE - Racial Harmony Day Meeting'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-8696687459910768953</id><published>2008-07-12T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:26:41.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bored Again</title><content type='html'>1. What is the connection between you and the last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;God-bro; Afiq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is wrong with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. I'm perfectly alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you miss your first love?&lt;br /&gt;Certainly not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday; Euger bully me!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;I only love, not hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;PSP-desperate!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;Ok-ok lor. Each day just passes by like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you have feelings for more than 1 person?&lt;br /&gt;Nah. But I know someone who does x) *Yes, I'm talking about one of my god-sis'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you been to a baby pool?&lt;br /&gt;Duh! Me loves baby pool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Drinking?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favorite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;My pillowie and bolsterie and unicornee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Last time you went for a party?&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually get invited for parties, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, pyjamas lah. Stupid question. But I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you tend to make relationships complicated?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What are you doing/did today?&lt;br /&gt;I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the last movie you went to watch?&lt;br /&gt;Music &amp; Lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Name an award you have won:&lt;br /&gt;Grade 3 Violin Practical. Passed with a Merit^^ (My fav cert lor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you live near your ex gal or boifren?&lt;br /&gt;Hais, heck care la. I live near Twinnie though(: Okay maybe not that near.. 20 mins walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are you scared of bugs?&lt;br /&gt;YESYESYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you a cuddler?&lt;br /&gt;I love cuddling up with my softoyies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you think of Eminem?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't heard of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you read?&lt;br /&gt;Love reading plox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you sleep with a soft toy?&lt;br /&gt;Yepp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Last thing that made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;A JERK! As in, sigh dunwan say who la, wait he kill me on Monday =X Someone who Travis hates, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Whose house did you go to today?&lt;br /&gt;I went to JWSS's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What magazines do you subscribe to?&lt;br /&gt;I-subscribe-to-my-own-weird-magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you like anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;How many times must I repeat this - ILOVEEVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you bored?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in love la, it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you say dawg?&lt;br /&gt;D-a-w-g. I just did. But what's the meaning of it arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you excited about?&lt;br /&gt;31 JULY! Quickly come la I want buy presents!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What do you think about life?&lt;br /&gt;Life is definitely not about being emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Who was last to cook for you?&lt;br /&gt;Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What time u slept last night?&lt;br /&gt;1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What is on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of how to manage my money after spending everything up on the upcoming 31st July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who was the last person to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Who else, but myself. It was all my problem to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Name someone whose name starts with the letter T.&lt;br /&gt;Travis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you care what others think about you?&lt;br /&gt;Used to, but not anymore. I told you I was going to change into a completely different person, just like what Wileen wanted. So yeah, call me a bitch and I'll still say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you own the game Monopoly?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you trust people easily?&lt;br /&gt;I'm pure gullible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you think you'll be married in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe in relationships, not to say marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Will you ever kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. But I forgot who it was la. Either Mummy, Daddy or Granny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What do you look forward to in the next 3 months?&lt;br /&gt;In fact, next week! The selected junior councillors will be announced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Who was the last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;UHHHHHHH Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Who was the last missed call?&lt;br /&gt;Gina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you plan on moving out within the next year?&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What happened at 10:00 am today?&lt;br /&gt;I am GOING to be in the library, discussing some NE matters afterwards at 10am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-8696687459910768953?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/8696687459910768953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=8696687459910768953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/8696687459910768953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/8696687459910768953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-bored-again.html' title='I&apos;m Bored Again'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-4758971856199946688</id><published>2008-07-11T23:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:23:43.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Present From Twinnie</title><content type='html'>Ahh, yet another day has passed, and I would rate this day 8/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had meant to be a perfect day, until.. *sigh* Emotional problems la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed back at the library after school. At first helped Vivian arrange the non-fiction books. After completing the non-fictional books, I went to play computer! And Vivian continued arranging the other boring books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun, how helping Vivian arrange the books has benefited me such that I know the locations of the books already. As long as I've an impression of the book, I'd know where to place it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then play play computer lor. Sian. But nothing to do, how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then then, Jeslyn came in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that ah, Vivian went home then Jeslyn and me stay back little while wait for Red Cross then leave ler. Outside the school, Jeslyn, Eva, Casey and I were waiting for Eva's dad to pick her up. Ahhhh, then they took many many pictures. Oh dammit. All three of them brought their handphones, but me...? Never bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeslyn and I then headed for Jurong Point. Then went into Wallet Shop to see-see and confirm which one to buy on 31 July, coz after that we need to rush to Shuqun Primary and collect another present^^ Then hor then hor, Twinnie buy something for me x) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ecstatic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har har. Tyty Twinnie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh so, blah blah. Pictures time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221775106666147634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SHd4yxnQLzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pzoxl4HMARo/s320/patrick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afiq gave me yesterday^^ So cute right? Khadijah jealous ler haha jkjk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221775982138091202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SHd5lvAB5sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/AJarxRSDEpA/s320/i+was+like+no.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeslyn bought this for me! Surprise surprise!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221775984578954482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SHd5l4F-hPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jdFmsE3xfhs/s320/schooluniform_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me and jes(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221775989080000674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SHd5mI3HCKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7uCYiTHdT0s/s320/casey,+me,+jes,+eva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Casey, me, Jeslyn and Eva^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-4758971856199946688?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/4758971856199946688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=4758971856199946688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4758971856199946688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4758971856199946688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-present-from-twinnie.html' title='My Present From Twinnie'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SHd4yxnQLzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pzoxl4HMARo/s72-c/patrick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-1656746746118114209</id><published>2008-07-10T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:34:08.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Councillor Shock</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG this morning we had our Science practical test, which I totally screwed up! At first I added 1cm&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;of the hydrochloric acid, but after that I added 3cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, so I missed the solution turning neutral green! Dammit la, then the graph I haven't finish doing. I knew how to do it, but we ran out of time D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we had our Maths test. Gosh, full of tests today. To add on, we got back our MYE test papers today. Ahh anyway, I can't get full marks for this test already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My second last question was wrong. I dunno how to do lehs.. I wasn't really listening when Ms Wong revised with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Careless mistakes? I might have left out something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See la! Die ler lor! At most can get 22/25 only =X AT MOST, AAAATTTTT MOSSSTTTTT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had recess^^ Haha, recess also nothing much. Today was Vivian's turn to treat us. YAY. Coz it was my treat yesterday. Hmmm, which means it's Yuteng's turn tomorrow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking to the DnT room, Vivian was asking me how come I knew about Yuteng's secret. So I played a fool again, by going all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Yuteng is actually by biological sister! Uh I mean, half sister! Apparently we share the same mother and different father, that's why lor! We come to JWSS then only realised leh! Now you see why I call Geraldine, Shanying and you by your names, but I call Yuteng as san jie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I lame la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Afiq gave me the Patrick star! OMG so cute la. He dunwan already so give me. AHAHA I'm so going to make Khadijah jealous, nah jkjk. Me not so bad. Not like Khadijah hor, always bully me one. JKJK again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as we were about to leave the classroom for home, Euger announced that Afiq, Noel and Zhi Yang were to go to the councillor meeting room because they had been chosen as councillors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reaction was like, "WTH why only got 3 of them?! The rest of us leh??!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, I wondered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 3 of them didn't appear for the interview the other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cannot be 3 people only, and all boys some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wah, Afiq get in I happy la, but how come Noel and Zhi Yang also can get in? (Noel is too sociable, while Zhi Yang is a tad too anti-social.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HOW CAN LIDDIS ONE NOT FAIR!!!!!! Out of approximately 20 people who were nominated from our class, only 3 got in?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If they were to announce who got in, shouldn't it be Ms Wong announcing it during Class Time or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I realised it was that Euger's mistake la. He was only told to send 3 of them to the councillor room, but he wasn't told the reason why. So he thought that they were the selected ones, then anyhow go say they got in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, how can liddis scare people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mentally sleeping in Choir again today, hehes jkjk. We learnt another new song. We had early dismissal today, so Jeslyn and I went to Jurong Point to choose her birthday present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course is go to, Wallet Shop la! Then see which MYUK sling bag we like. I buy one as her birthday present, and another one for myself. Liddat then called real Twinnies!! Oh oh oh and I saw this wallet very cute lor! It's like, "MYUK says no to EMO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeee I love it la! Heck care, me wan buy. Don't really like using handphone pouches as wallets, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH, still need to buy Vivian's birthday present. By that time, I think my $100 I've been saving for a month hor, gone ler! No la, don't think I really need to spend that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next featured topic: Being conscious, and having a conscience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-1656746746118114209?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/1656746746118114209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=1656746746118114209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/1656746746118114209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/1656746746118114209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/councillor-shock.html' title='The Councillor Shock'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-8708844828091814361</id><published>2008-07-09T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:16:30.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mischevious Unicorn Gets Itself In Trouble</title><content type='html'>During History, there was this passage about a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nice English teacher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ms Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, coincidentally it's NICE &amp;amp; ENGLISH &amp;amp; MS LIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was trying to kick Yuteng's chair, which was in front of me. I very naughty right? In the end, I kicked too hard(which still didn't give much effect on her) until I sprained my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, so damning pain when I bend it a little. Wah~ Luckily PE over already, or else I'd really die with it. Yes, until now, it's still hurting lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong gave us HELLO PANDA during Class Time, to celebrate our Youth Day, which was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also discussed about our relations with classmates. Apparently, there was one point - racist - stated out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'd better go delete the previous post about Khadijah and Chandra quarrelling, and me commenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat with Vivian during Arts. I missed all the fun that Travis, Khadijah and Yuteng had lor! Travis was trying to be funny and and and... CRIES. I missed everything! Yuteng la, don't let me sit at Chandra's place DDD: Hehes jkjk, anyways it's her changing with Chandra, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairi and Jordan.. styled their hair. ROFL can. They looked so silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, what happened was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairi: Aunt Agony, my classmate doesn't want to do the Science project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairi: *points to Noel*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Noel! You bully Khairi; I hate you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel: What the heck is going on???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it's been LONNGGGG since I had fun with Khairina and Jordie DD: I miss Neeran too, though I turn around to talk to her everytime. Aww, I think our first buddies are so much closer to us, coz they were the FIRST people who went through everything with us ever since school started. So yeah, they're a great impact. So sad la! I want Neeran and Khairi and Jordan!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I stayed back awhile with Yuteng and Khadijah at the library. I haven't really completed the Science project you know, coz there was one question we didn't know how to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeslyn spotted me, and we went home together. No, actually, Jeslyn went to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've decided on the present for Jeslyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jeslyn: Erm, just now paiseh hor, I too engrossed in computer until neglect you ler. Sorrie, hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget to mention; BAKED PASTA TOTALLY SUCKS! (Still edible though)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-8708844828091814361?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/8708844828091814361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=8708844828091814361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/8708844828091814361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/8708844828091814361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/mischevious-unicorn-gets-itself-in.html' title='The Mischevious Unicorn Gets Itself In Trouble'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-1075613395702778982</id><published>2008-07-08T17:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:25:52.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fight Of The Twinnies</title><content type='html'>Noel's group did the music project today. It &lt;strong&gt;sucked&lt;/strong&gt; so much that Ms Lin said she never wanted to go to that coffee shop because no effort was put in. Then she asked us to take out our music books. It appears so, that quite a number of people forgot to bring the book, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so they went all "shit!". At this point of time, Ms Lin said "No shitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!". And we all LOL-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During Chinese, Yi Xin dropped his stationary and several of us laughed. That's not really important, is it? ROFL part is, Ms Li Jie laughed as well! I SAW LOR! She was smirking and laughing at Yi Xin for being silly! Rare of her to laugh, right?! Okay maybe not that rare. Maybe she always laughs, just that I just moved in front of her, so I.. &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; noticed. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring lessons with Ms Wong during Maths again. SIGH. Hate Maths lessons, but love that subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I love MATHS. Like so damn easy. Not say easy lar, but I find it interesting as well as challenging. Me love Maths me love Maths~ Now I'm aiming a A1 for Maths. Hopefully can get my PSP, hehes. I so bad. Need material items to motivate me. I'm &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;MATERIALISTIC&lt;/span&gt;. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was pure fun lar! While I was eating sandwich with Yuteng hor, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jeslyn go use her lemon tea bottle and hit my head.&lt;/span&gt; Wah, pain can! She hit it so hard until my hair also messy ler, then have to re-tie. Anyway, after I finished eating, I went all, "It's revenge time~~~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I went over to Jeslyn, and slapped her!&lt;/span&gt; (Confession: quite hard leh), then I ran away. I had wanted to go back and apologise to her, but she was nowhere to be found already! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Suddenly she appeared in front of me and returned me a slap&lt;/span&gt;. Ehs, how can liddis der! She hit me one lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I wet my hand, and went over to splash it at her, then she hit me again&lt;/span&gt;, then we hid from each other. After awhile, I confronted her. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We shook hands and did the Twinnie clap, then friend-friend again ler&lt;/span&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Haha, childish of us, isn't it? So much for playing rough. I think doing these once in a while is quite fine, coz we get to have some fun. You know like, in case we get bored of each other and break friendship again? Sobs, me dunwan that to happen to Twinnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during English, I sat behind with Khadijah and Yuteng. Yuteng had forced Travis out of his place, and poor Travis had to give up his seat in order to prevent Yuteng from getting scolded or something like that. So he ended up sitting with Tharshini 0.0 Luckily, Zhi Leong gave up his seat, so Travis took Zhi Leong's place and Zhi Leong sat with Tharshini. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Awww, how sweet of both of them, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Khadijah was poking the Voodoo doll that Jeslyn gave me. I hung it on my pencil case. So Khadijah was using the correction tape on the voodoo doll's face. Guess what I did? I pretended to sneeze. So when Khadijah saw that, she went all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EHH EHH CYT YOU SEE! This voodoo doll really works lor! I make it then really got effect on Unicorn leh!" *goes on squealing in excitement*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, she soon realised that I was pranking her. Haha, we're childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After TLLM, I rushed for Theory. Went with Priya, coz she was taking 243G too. I got down one stop earlier than her, and we kept on waving to each other after that. Actually hor, she's not as bad as Yuteng said marh. Also quite friendly wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh oh oh and I'm SO HAPPY because Ms Fang will be going for medical check-ups on the 15th and 29th of July!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; YAY YAY YAY! No theory lessons for 2 weeks!! Which means, more time to prepare presents for Jeslyn and Vivian!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy so happy. The best part is, I get to go back to mummy, before Jeslyn and Vivian's birthday! Which means I get to take my money to buy their presents!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*unicorn goes ranting on about how happy she is*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-1075613395702778982?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/1075613395702778982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=1075613395702778982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/1075613395702778982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/1075613395702778982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/noels-group-did-music-project-today.html' title='The Fight Of The Twinnies'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-1987407935570495779</id><published>2008-07-07T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:42:31.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The PSP-Motivation Scheme</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The PSP-Motivation Scheme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I was fussing my father for a PSP, coz he gave GiGi something of mine, without my permission! Buthen hor, he say PSP too expensive, so dunwan buy for me DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh never mind, in the end we came up with this deal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If I get a level position of 6-10 for the Finals, he will pay 50% of the cost for a PSP Pakage^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get 1-5, he'll cover everything!! :DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, of course, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF I EVER&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;can get such a good position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's like, I'm 23rd now! Please lor! This is incorrigible. My PSLE score of 226 was 4th, and now I'm 23rd?! Die la~ Cannot liddis, must work hard already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say I work hard only for the sake of that PSP, but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even without my father giving this offer, I would have automatically aimed for the top 10s. 4th cannot get top 10 hor, very paiseh one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;MUST WORK HARD MUST WORK HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be better than Vivian and Yuteng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else very bad ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chionging Homework&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Credits: Si Yuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some people rush their homework in school, but for what reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they can go home and play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why do they do their homework?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of doing homework! They do not do it willingly. And if they don't, what do they learn from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;They claim that they want to study hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, don't they just finish doing their assigned work, without understanding anything. When they hand it up, they get all the crosses, and have no idea why; thinking that they have worked so hard, but still couldn't understand anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Well the point is, learn to like the subject! Listen in class! Do your homework slowly! Want to chiong right? During the exam then chiong la! Even when you rush it out during your exam, all your answers will still be correct. Why? Because you have successfully understood them when you do it step by step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Do not do homework just because teacher told you to. Do it with your heart. Understand every single step. Don't just play when you get home, thinking that you've completed your assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You will never have progress in this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, our Finals are just&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; away! Please do study hard~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JYJY, wish you all good luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-1987407935570495779?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/1987407935570495779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=1987407935570495779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/1987407935570495779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/1987407935570495779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/psp-motivation-scheme.html' title='The PSP-Motivation Scheme'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-219396369306660231</id><published>2008-07-07T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:54:47.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Link Plox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hey all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I have a shortage of links, so anyone interested in affiliating links?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I KNOW EVERYONE HATES ME AND DOES NOT WANT TO AFFILIATE LINKS WITH ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fine! DDDDD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;everyone hates me...... T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If anyone pities me and wants to link up, please leave a tag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;(I know you all still hate me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*DEVASTATED*&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/8884686786788554465-219396369306660231?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/219396369306660231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=219396369306660231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/219396369306660231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/219396369306660231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/link-plox.html' title='Link Plox'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-2393528396323932073</id><published>2008-07-06T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:33:00.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Hate Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why I Hate Boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic idea: Chan Wileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Please take note. I'm not being biased or anything, and have no wish to offend you guys. This is just a mere topic. Nevertheless, in case I have seriously offended anyone, I hereby apologize sincerely. This post does not refer to any specific person, and everything is just based on our experience with boys, so yeah. Thank you for your understanding, I appreciate it very much. Oh and, really sorry if my words have offended anyone. Just my childish opinion, okays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Childish Boys; They never seem to grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how girls become so sensible at the age of 13/14? Boys are just plain stupid! They still play with their whatever Lego and Transformers toys, and get all hooked up with Anime. They make crude remarks and are really horny! The point where they truly mature, is the point where you leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Playboys; Love flirting with girls just because they very 'shuai'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a featured girlfriend every several weeks, or maybe just several hours. First, they give those girls the wrong idea, then lead them on with more wrong ideas, then go steady with them, then break their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To elaborate, he starts off with saying a simple 'hi' to a girl. After that, he chats with her over MSN. Then they talk more frequently in school. He is the typical guy who goes out with girls everyday, rarely boys. His blog is frequently tagged by various girls and his handphone is full of random smses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3. 'Playboys'; Think they have the quality to be a playboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most irksome type! They flaunt their gadgets and pretend to be very rich, when in actual fact they're broke. They have 'stylish' hairstyles which look gay without them realising. They have a fringe hanging in front and love showing it off in front of girls. They have fashion sense, but they themselves are damn fugly, with that typical annoying face that you see already really want to punch that type. When they talk to girls, their face goes so close. They like to make contact with girls' hands for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4. Bullies; They love to act gangster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They push girls' head for no reason, even when that girl is not in the wrong. They pull girls' hair. When girls talk back, they go all violent and acts as if they want a fight. Whether a playboy or not, it varies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5. Rude Boys; No sense of gentlemanly-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criticize people with baseless reasons. Rarely/does not say 'thank you' at all. 'Borrow' stuff by simply grabbing it, and in the end lose or spoil it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6. Blame-pushers; Nothing is their fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please la! If you show that kind of attitude when you go for National Service, sure kena punish until like hell lor! Have a sense of responsibility, will ya? For example, they bring cards to play in school, and the teacher catches them. They go all, "NO! Is he ask me bring today to show him one!" Pure hypocrite la! And in the end, they drag a whole bunch of other people in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7. Desperate boys; Girl-desperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go around Audition/Maple/IMVU/Blogs/any other societies, asking people, "How old are you? Where are you from? Blah blah blah... Can you be my girlfriend please?? Please? Please? I beg you!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yes so that's basically all. BASICALLY only hor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;May I add, nobody is perfect. It's hard to find someone who doesn't have all the above practices. Even if you do, he's probably a nerd who listens to his parents and only his parents. Anyway, hard to come by such guys. And a final DO NOT BE OFFENDED BY ANYTHING HERE. SORRY SORRY SORRY!! It's just.. my.. opinion. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-2393528396323932073?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/2393528396323932073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=2393528396323932073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2393528396323932073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2393528396323932073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-2-cousins-house.html' title='Why I Hate Boys'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-1905872762379835299</id><published>2008-07-05T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:13:38.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Want What Others Have</title><content type='html'>I'm now at Wileen's house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what she did just now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, she played with charcoal and got scolded by her Dad, lols!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Daddy came with me but went back not long ago. We walked around Lot 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a pink PSP! Damn nice can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Wileen's bragging about how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Do not want what others have&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um yeah so, I'm feeling a little guilty about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really really really seriously want a PSP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No firm reason, I just want it for the sake of wanting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh and now she's irritating me again, bye bye!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Irritating you is my life~&lt;br /&gt;-Chan Wileen&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-1905872762379835299?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/1905872762379835299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=1905872762379835299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/1905872762379835299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/1905872762379835299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-not-want-what-others-have.html' title='Do Not Want What Others Have'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-3793160345544675044</id><published>2008-07-04T19:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:53:38.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Eugay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We learnt Macro Media Flash today. It looks interesting, haha. Anyway, I was helping Yuteng on her UFO thingy vehicle, when she accidentally kicked something. I was wondering, what happened to the screen? Why did everything go off? Apparently, she kicked one of the sockets to her PC. Lols, then all gone lor~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During recess, Yuteng and I were rushing our English composition draft 2. Two student councillors came in, then chased us away. No, actually only one chased us away. The other one suggested we bring our homework to do in the canteen. See the big difference between them both?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After recess was Chinese, and I moved to the front. Now I'm sitting with Geraldine and Yuteng^^ Then hor then hor, among all of us, I have the lowest position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Geraldine: 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vivian: 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yuteng: 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: 23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WTH! So much difference der!! Why liddat one? I only got C6 in Science and Geography marh.. Chinese and Maths A2, English B4. Is it really that bad? Well I suppose so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've gotta work harder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THEN, English came! We rushed our composition, and I ended up writing 401 words. Mdm Kalai asked me to write one and a half pages for the size of my handwriting, and now it's exceeded the word limit! Urgh! Next time dunwan listen to her already la! Yuteng secretly took a picture of Euger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219132556125860834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SG4VaFuO8-I/AAAAAAAAADE/BA-cSQa-T98/s320/eugay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Oh Jordie and Khairie are inside too!}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Anne said: I never give you homework because I know you all too well. If I assign you any, you just won't bother to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols (: But in the end she still gave us homework D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school Elaine and me accompanied Vivian, and at the same time did our Science project. Then Si Yuan agitated me with something, and I cried again. Oh anyway, thanks to Desmond of 1E3 for the tissue hor! I thought it was Vivian's, until Elaine and Si Yuan told me it was from my 1E3 friend! Hahas, tyty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm then, we all went down to the canteen. I saw Jeslyn, then we stayed back together. Vivian and Elaine went home shortly. Jeslyn was drawing her rose, Si Yuan was dunnodoingwhat, and I was.. 'physically awake; mentally asleep'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Uniform Group started their parade/gathering/whatever that is. Jeslyn imitated the Boys' Brigade, and told me all about their marching in Girls' Brigade. And I saw Afiq in his NPCC uniform! He was like so cuteeee larh! Haha, my older-than-me-by-one-week brother actually looks younger than me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hor then hor, I tell you hor, the Eugay and Yi Xin like so weird lor! I mean it's like, they wear the hat so funny haha! Can see their fringe. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I'm going to complain about Eugay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were dismissed, Jeslyn and I waited for Casey. At this point of time, Eugay came to disturb us. He was blabbering some stuff, then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shuddup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugay: HUH? SAY THAT AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I say, people hor, wear uniform so smart der, you hor, look like dunnowad leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugay: *slaps me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: AHHHHHHH! Eh wth?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeslyn and me: *runs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (while running) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stupid Eugay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugay: *comes running after us*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *quickly runs for my life*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, YAY going to Wil's house tomorrow night! I miss those cousins! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219143640468077506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SG4ffSHWu8I/AAAAAAAAADM/Prcx0seQkVY/s320/schooluniform_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219143647437570722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SG4ffsFAwqI/AAAAAAAAADU/yK_7eP08uFI/s320/schooluniform_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-3793160345544675044?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/3793160345544675044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=3793160345544675044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/3793160345544675044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/3793160345544675044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-learnt-macro-media-flash-today.html' title='Stupid Eugay'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SG4VaFuO8-I/AAAAAAAAADE/BA-cSQa-T98/s72-c/eugay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-4549675106390762332</id><published>2008-07-03T15:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:53:50.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Candy &amp; Nerani</title><content type='html'>Ok lar, I promise not to post anymore pictures or be emo, can? I know you buddies are worried; thanks for all of your encouragements today^^ Haha, especially.. actually all of you were great to me x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Maths, Ms Wong made some adjustments to our positions. At first she changed Fadhil and Afiq. I was so happy, coz Afiq was adjacent to my right! Much to my disappointment, she switched Zhi Leong and Adriel DDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, Adriel is worse than Zhi Leong. Just when I thought I never had to be in the same group as Adriel already, he damning has to sit in front of me AGAIN?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I could have been near Afiq, but because of Adualaaa, I CAN'T SEE! He's blocking me! So I had to change with Nishan lor. Then cannot talk to Afiq anymore. Damn I hate Adriel. And now, sitting in the center is like so difficult! I hate our new sitting arrangement. To think I was looking forward towards changing places. Now I miss Neeran; even though she's behind me, I still miss her seated BESIDE me, as my real BUDDY! I want Nerani!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*miss my buddy neeran*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CME was pure LOL. Firstly, Travis and Yuteng were fighting our their seats. Yuteng wanted to seat on Travis' place, but Travis didn't want to. Then Mr Raghu scolded Yuteng for that, and she had to go somewhere else. No, I don't mean that part was lols...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damn hilarious scenario was when we realised Mr Raghu's English sucked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the CME worksheet, he commented to Khadijah: Very from the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we asked him what it meant, he thought about it and went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, hmm, ahh.. What I mean is, it came from your heart," then walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 3 of us were like: then the 'very' for what?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on, he also said some foolish stuff on my worksheet lor! Okay, better not talk bad about teachers, or else will kena suspension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing you're gonaa read is.. DEVASTATING! *Those who love Ms Candy Lim Yun Yun, please do not read the following.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to do this CME thing on someone who cared about the school, and we wrote about Candy buying cakes for the April Babies on Dextor's birthday - 16 April 2008. Then we went into a discussion of the best relief staff blah, and and and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis and Khadijah prefer Ms Rohai to Candy! Unfair lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because Candy's biased towards me, Afiq and Yixin and Yuteng, then they prefer Ms Rohai DDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so sad la. Then they said that I was obviously biased to Candy, because she was biased towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where got! Candy is so not biased. She got link Travis in her blog also lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, since when has Candy ever been hard on you? Never right?! She's always so caring and supportive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay never mind, but I feel sad for Candy. Nevertheless, I LOVE CANDY FOREVER! No one can ever replace my Ms Candy in my heart^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-4549675106390762332?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/4549675106390762332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=4549675106390762332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4549675106390762332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4549675106390762332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-candy-nerani.html' title='I Love Candy &amp; Nerani'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-7596667778434691191</id><published>2008-07-03T00:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:54:03.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGur5lcku3I/AAAAAAAAACs/kMcp5Rwlv3o/s1600-h/Photo+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218453599031704434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGur5lcku3I/AAAAAAAAACs/kMcp5Rwlv3o/s320/Photo+31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGur570uQZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/e46RGe2pg-U/s1600-h/Photo+42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218453605038571922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGur570uQZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/e46RGe2pg-U/s320/Photo+42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGur6AwQf2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/PWBECJ6a4I0/s1600-h/Photo+43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218453606362021730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGur6AwQf2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/PWBECJ6a4I0/s320/Photo+43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addicted to my Apple IMac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, 12. 30am now, and I'm still browsing the net blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why, recently really very emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I'm changing alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take those pictures on top for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people will say what I act-cute, camwhore, or whatever, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hence apologize for that, and I really have no idea why I posted those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well look at my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how 'act' I am, I would like to ask:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone see that tiny tint of loneliness there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SLAPS SELF*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILEEN AND WENA, HELP ME PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dunwan your cousin to go stray right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really struggling now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunwan to turn emo. I'm ebullient, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EBULLIENT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can handle this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, my hand still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I just cut it another time haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to myself la; you dunwan read can dun read, I won't force you to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love WM MYR FAMILY FRIENDS TWINNIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST CONTROL MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST STAND UP AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T JUST, FALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN I CAN I CAN DO IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does not kill me makes me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I think I'm going psycho ler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I still love those poems har har.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-7596667778434691191?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/7596667778434691191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=7596667778434691191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/7596667778434691191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/7596667778434691191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/help-me-please.html' title='Help Me Please'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGur5lcku3I/AAAAAAAAACs/kMcp5Rwlv3o/s72-c/Photo+31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-2741233195162129688</id><published>2008-07-02T18:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:54:12.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One I Admire And Respect...</title><content type='html'>The one i admire and respect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no longer Michelle! I mean, yeah, I still respect and admire her, but she's not in my TOP list anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you check the Asiaone forums, there's this wonderful poet by the name of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ITS_ENOUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Eh really lor, I love his poems! He has a few hundreds of poems you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Oh did I forget to mention, I love poetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Anyway, Its_enough is this amazing poet who writes with sarcasm^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Yes and his inspirations never die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;However, kids who are underaged are discouraged from reading those, coz they include political issues. Yesh so, people who aren't interested in politics nor poetry, do not waste your time going there. Might as well read my blog yeah? Haha, kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;In case you want to send him a message and introduce yourself, just say you're a friend of "the comb" can lers. He will know one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Anyways, support him plox!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I assure you will love those poems!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-2741233195162129688?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/2741233195162129688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=2741233195162129688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2741233195162129688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2741233195162129688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-i-admire-and-respect.html' title='The One I Admire And Respect...'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-3827319330718729010</id><published>2008-07-02T16:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:54:21.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial Harmony Audition</title><content type='html'>I earned $0.60 in nuffnang^^ YAY my first earnings. Not much, yeah, but at least it's a start, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh drats let's see, I still have 4 chapters of Maths homework, Chinese homework, and English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No apparently since Monday I haven't touched a single homework DDD:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Yuteng's handphone could browse my blog! Too bad, can't tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Adriel had his hair cut during recess, coz it was too long hence he got caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Class Time we changed our places. Now I'm in the 3rd row, center group. Awww I should've chosen Isabel's seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yuteng was to the left.&lt;br /&gt;2. Neeran was right behind!&lt;br /&gt;3. Um nothing else, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ended up taking the one on the right hand side larh! Hopefully can change with Isabel, or else, never mind lor. Have to bear with it (Zhi Leong's annoyance in front of me). Vivian's going to have a hard time, coz Adual's in front of her. Apparently they borrowed her pencil, then lost it. Poor Vivian; all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During CME, I went to the back with Khadijah and Travis. Khadijah was in the middle, so Travis and I kept fighting over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Travis: You see! You speak to her then leave me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khadijah: No I where got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea lor Mummy is you ignore me. I always talk to you, but you never answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Travis pretends to cry. LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: EEEeeeee now you all don't bother about me! *fake cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khadijah: Aiya you two hor, very troublesome leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Travis and I just kept on pretending to be angry and cry~ ROFL&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us went damn crazy today la! Travis and I were singing to Khadijah different songs, then she got so irritated haha. I kept on singing blah blah.. and Travis too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis realised that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Euger is officially gay! He brings a perverted book to school, and information indicates that the book has pictures of nude MEN inside! Oh and, Eu&lt;s&gt;ger&lt;/s&gt;gay smokes! It's no wonder his teeth are so yellow!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepp so, not very unexpected, eh? Eugay's disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I quickly took my lunch, then wrote the script. After that we had a quick discussion, then proceeded to changing into our traditional costumes. WAH ZHILEONG'S SISTER THAT ONE HOR.. very weird leh. I had trouble trying it on earlier. But with Vivian's help, easier larh. Coz I could not see where the button was supposed to be, so and so. But now know ler, hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeslyn was also the model for 1E5! Haha, she so cute. She tied plaits, which went very well with the Chinese theme. Uh anyway, after 1E5 was 1E1 x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our own group of supporters YAY! When we went in at first, I was a little nervous. Nevertheless, I warmed up in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it's COMPLAIN TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Leong talk very funny! He moves his hand all around when he's explaining things to them, then goes all, "Um yeah, like this. So, ya ya ya..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pronounces 'riots' as "ree-ot" when it's supposed to be "rai-yeaht"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all broke into laughter, and I was hiding behind my script, laughing like damn hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218417277515115698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGuK3ZQMrLI/AAAAAAAAACE/wpI3Pmx0JzA/s320/audition_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;{as you can see, i was hiding behind the script, loling away}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218417316063606786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGuK5o23-AI/AAAAAAAAACM/Nfg0ECjqebU/s320/audition_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;{those judges are slacking. zhileong still doesn't give me a chance to answer their questions}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the judges were asking us questions, Zhi Leong just shoot everything out without even giving me a chance to try answering them. DDD: So bad can? I wanted to answer T.T But I guessed that if I interrupted him, the judges would have the impression that our teamwork isn't very good, and might deduct some points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, guess what we scored??!? 8/10!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad right? Hahar, cheeries! *If only Ms Candy was there T.T*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While going back, I took out the scissors and attempted cutting myself again. Well I was just curious. I remember the first time I got influenced by Khairi, I was so afraid it would hurt. Nevertheless, consequently, it didn't hurt that much anymore. In fact, it's quite fun you know!! Haha, I know you guys are worried. Okays, shall not do such foolish things anymore then^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGtCX3_h3uI/AAAAAAAAABs/Zwwl9ddocYY/s1600-h/slash+x).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218337571173687010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGtCX3_h3uI/AAAAAAAAABs/Zwwl9ddocYY/s320/slash+x).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{sorry, it's not very clear}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my parents are worried! So I shan't do it anymore la. But it's fun you know, how it swells and blah. Oh I'm nuts, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited coz this Saturday night I'm going to Wil's for a stay over, where we'll go to her church on Sunday morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I haven't told my dad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually have to join Wileen in the 12-year-old group. This is absurd! Incorrigible! I'm a SEC 1, how could I possibly join.. the P6s?! Oh well, I'm still considered 12 since my birthday hasn't passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Vivian and Jeslyn's birthdays are comin' up! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218418616764636818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGuMFWWKnpI/AAAAAAAAACc/EfksZxh3EJY/s320/khadijah_yuteng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;{they actually took this while vivian and i were having lunch!}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218418623139390162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGuMFuGBotI/AAAAAAAAACk/c_I95-whaJ0/s320/khadijah_yuteng2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;{lols, i can tell that yuteng is enjoying it}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-3827319330718729010?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/3827319330718729010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=3827319330718729010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/3827319330718729010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/3827319330718729010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-earned-0.html' title='Racial Harmony Audition'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGuK3ZQMrLI/AAAAAAAAACE/wpI3Pmx0JzA/s72-c/audition_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-2450440297717020344</id><published>2008-07-01T20:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:54:29.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobia Of Animals</title><content type='html'>Last time I was mentioning about how much I loved animals but were afraid of them, right? Here's an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning while waiting for the lift, I saw the neighbourhood cat approaching. Immediately I tensed up. NO idea why, but because this cat has a record of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Running into our house&lt;br /&gt;2. Running into the lift&lt;br /&gt;3. Eating my hamsters(I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this kitty is cute with those round eyes, I think it's still scary. I'm so afraid that it'll suddenly dash into the lift when the door opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long, I'm still.. scared of that cat. DDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just be like last time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one more chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a no, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much I cried when I sent that message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to vent everything onto you, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, you can't change the facts of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happened had happened before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it won't be just so easy for me to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for you, it's nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really can't accept the fact all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, please do not ignore me DDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will really cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even at the slightest thought of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-2450440297717020344?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/2450440297717020344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=2450440297717020344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2450440297717020344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2450440297717020344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/phobia-of-animals.html' title='Phobia Of Animals'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-4251012950281236165</id><published>2008-07-01T17:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:54:56.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're My One And Only</title><content type='html'>This morning in school, Jeslyn told me that my dad called to ask her to inform me: NO THEORY TODAY COZ TEACHER SICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Wth are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your father say...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went all high, "REALLY AR REALLY AR?!?!? YAY NO THEORY NO THEORY NO THEORY!!" and jumped about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had music^^ Travis' group was great la! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was Literature. Travis was the little witch-boy, Zikry was the bad character - Mandy, Adriel was.. the mother, Yixin was the 'sound effect'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hor Yuteng told me: Yixin do the sound effect hor, I thought should be "Give me my skull!", but why he say "Give me back my skull!" ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ehh.. yea hor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuteng &amp;amp; me: LOLOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriel and Zikry were playing a fool out of the script, then got scolding by Ms Wong^^ Oh I'm so happy haha, jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess I realised I lost my pen! It was only later on, that Zhi Leong told me he used it to hit Zikry, then it dropped, then no ink already D: Make me look high and low for it DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH AND, I officially hate maths once again! It's like, so confusing already, and Ms Wong still has to go so quickly?! Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I had to stay back to do my script and source for info with Si Yuan. I so did not want to go lor! I already have my National Education thingy, where I'll have to wear the Malay Baju Kurung, then for this class thingy I have to change to the Chinese costume or whatnot! Devastating la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Leong and Travis soon joined us in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathira was there too, and she somehow had a fight with Zhi Leong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he was saying something to her, then she just cried. So I had to go into another self of mine again, saying, "Fathira dun cry la.. unicorn will sad sad one you know?" Then have to wipe tears all these for her D: So poor thing la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally when she calmed down, Zhi Leong agitated her again, then this time they went into a.. fight. Chasing each other round and round, or something liddat lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the library was closing down, we borrowed the books home to memorize everything about the Chinese culture. So much to memorize can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way out, we saw Khadijah and Afiq, and we all walked back together blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of my day^^ Featured topic to be posted later on x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not be posting the features topic today. Oh anyway, I just came up with a conclusion that there's nothing such as happy endings. You know like, in shows, Michelle always ends up dying DDD: So sad can. I just watched Lofty Waters Verdant Bow, then Michelle die die so sad lor. Still, I prefer World's Finest parting scene. I mean, it's like, Michelle doesn't even have the chance to bid farewell to Wallace, then he goes all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haitang, I'm here. No one can hurt you now, you don't have to be afraid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haitang, I will avenge you. HAITANG! HAITANG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haitang is MY beloved wife, don't *dunnowad* her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're my world, my everything, my one and only"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah if I were to tell you everything I memorized, you'll get bored.. So, yeah x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried just now coz Michelle died in LWVB. Well how untimely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-4251012950281236165?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/4251012950281236165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=4251012950281236165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4251012950281236165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4251012950281236165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-morning-in-school-jeslyn-told-me.html' title='You&apos;re My One And Only'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-667485661635997674</id><published>2008-06-30T21:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:30:12.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Apple Products</title><content type='html'>I have an Apple IMac at home, which was bought in December last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 10 REASONS WHY I LOVE MY APPLE IMAC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The exterior design rocks! It looks so sleek and all, I really couldn't resist buying it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Their mouse is so damn cute. Yes, I love white stuff.&lt;br /&gt;3. They have this little remote control where we can use our IMac like a real television.&lt;br /&gt;4. Apple products are virus-free.&lt;br /&gt;5. They have this online blogging thingy which is cute too^^&lt;br /&gt;6. Their video maker is quite good.&lt;br /&gt;7. Mini photo booth which takes very clear pictures.&lt;br /&gt;8. Great sound and image quality.&lt;br /&gt;9. Can show-off to people x)&lt;br /&gt;10. They have an automatic dictionary &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit Apple now @ &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/sg"&gt;http://store.apple.com/sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-667485661635997674?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/667485661635997674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=667485661635997674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/667485661635997674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/667485661635997674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-i-love-apple-products.html' title='Why I Love Apple Products'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-5165629377450874158</id><published>2008-06-30T20:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:55:28.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Grandparents Are So Easy To Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;How Grandparents Are So Easy To Fool&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week when I went back to Mummy's, Grandma was like forcing a 10 dollar note in my hands again. So Mummy and I was like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma comes out of the room with $10.&lt;br /&gt;I wait for her in the living room, which is further away from her bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;I willingly accept the money.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy talks to her and distracts her.&lt;br /&gt;I rush back into her bedroom, pretending to be watching TV,&lt;br /&gt;and stuff the money back into her purse, which was in the cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;I walk out calmly and say bye-bye, then head back for Jurong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww isn't that idea great?! And up till now, she hasn't realised it yet^^ Haha, but it won't last long. Sooner or later she is bound to find out about this matter. Anyway, we'll cross the bridge when we come to the end x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the elderly are so easily fooled, it's also dangerous for them, no? If they unfortunately get tricked off their fortune hor, then it'll be devastating. I can't do much, but just remind everyone here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like hell can you not trick the elderly?! They're already so old and helpless! If all you're gonna do is cheat them, then you can screw yourself and die for who cares! Can't you freaking earn your own money with a proper job?!?!? Anyway, final warning to you: BETTER NOT CHEAT THEM HOR; OR ELSE I WON'T LET YOU OFF! &lt;i&gt;What can you do?&lt;/i&gt;, you might ask. EVEN IF I CAN'T DO ANYTHING, JOLLY WELL WAIT AND YOU'LL GET YOUR RETRIBUTION!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I over-reacted, but I'm just worried can? My grandma got cheated of a few grand the last time she went back to Ipoh by herself. Damn those neighbours can?! Oh screw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of waiting till the whole Let's Play! session ended, before leaving for Choir. But when the instructor asked who had to leave already, Jeslyn and Jessica raised up their hands. So I just blindly followed lor. We still had like, 10 minutes! Um so anyway, went up for Choir early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir sucked today! At first I was fine, learning the new song. Then halfway through, you could say I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{physically singing, mentally sleeping}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL. It's just that.. just that.. I was so bored and tired, then before I knew it, my mind was drifting off to somewhere else. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, well who cares about not paying attention in Choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS COMING THURSDAY WE HAVE IN-LINE SKATING! Yepp, Choir arranged it for us^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds exciting, doesn't it? Ahhh anyway, got to do my homework now x) Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-5165629377450874158?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/5165629377450874158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=5165629377450874158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5165629377450874158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5165629377450874158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-grandparents-are-so-easy-to-fool.html' title='How Grandparents Are So Easy To Fool'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-7238193893567968964</id><published>2008-06-29T18:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:54:46.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures @ Fathira's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some pictures taken @ Fathira's house last Thursday. More to be uploaded later^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGdsOANcTbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/m3Q7-gnDW-M/s1600-h/vivianandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217257681162358194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGdsOANcTbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/m3Q7-gnDW-M/s320/vivianandme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {vivian and me.. uh, blur I know}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGdsOb7qVUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2kA5VGP3BqY/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217257688603972930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGdsOb7qVUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2kA5VGP3BqY/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {vivian took this of me with my japanese helmet!}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGdsOjXIPBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Tvkp-FIaj68/s1600-h/japanese+helmet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217257690598226962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGdsOjXIPBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Tvkp-FIaj68/s320/japanese+helmet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{this is.. a paper japanese helmet.. haha} &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-7238193893567968964?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/7238193893567968964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=7238193893567968964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/7238193893567968964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/7238193893567968964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-pictures-taken-fathiras-house-last.html' title='Pictures @ Fathira&apos;s House'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGdsOANcTbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/m3Q7-gnDW-M/s72-c/vivianandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-1381426285628591135</id><published>2008-06-29T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:55:55.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Report On A Bitch</title><content type='html'>A report has been made recently that Chermaine of Jurong Secondary School is actually a spammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She inserted the name 'unknown' on Vanessa Teo, Leon Tan and Cheralyn Tan's cbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claiming that she abhors them, she actually tags along to their houses. Now tell me, which species of a female dog dislikes her owner? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't dogs supposed to be loyal and such? Awww if dogs aren't obedient, I suggest calling them bitches, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also claims that spammers suck. Oh wow, so she sucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She follows suit when people ties a certain hairstyle, and now she's suing them for copyright? Okay fine, my clients are sure to win the case. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also has a record of borrowing SGD18.0000000000000 from Wu Xue Ting with the inability to return her debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect she suffers from [JEALOUSY]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing people surrounded with friends, and her, with some felines, makes her desire to get into the crowd. When she tries to show her friendly side, she gets too carried away that her true self of a devil is shown, hence she fails once again. This can result into another serious illness - [HATRED]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when people hate, they tend to lose their cool of mind, which is one of the factors for murder cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she found out she was on the losing end, she goes around telling people how innocent she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on, she cusses at innocent parties, without even knowing the true situation. No, I'm not faulting her, instead I'm worried. Research has shown that usually these kind of dogs have been once traumatized, hence they're trying to do the same to minimum the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your honour, may I be reminded, what is the penalty for the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spamming&lt;br /&gt;Slander&lt;br /&gt;Copyright&lt;br /&gt;Debting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Befriending people with a hidden agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I have to say, the prosecutor may now proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it almost slipped my mind that there are no voluntary prosecutors around. I hence apologize for that carelessness on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-1381426285628591135?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/1381426285628591135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=1381426285628591135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/1381426285628591135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/1381426285628591135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/06/report.html' title='Report On A Bitch'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-4708676614395433109</id><published>2008-06-28T19:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:56:05.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw Anime</title><content type='html'>Personally I think Anime is lame. Not that I don't watch anime. I watch them, and I enjoy them too. Point is, Anime repeats everything again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Shugo Chara for example. Due to the show being under 'Fantasy', they have this transforming sequel that takes up 5-10 minutes of the whole show already. Like, every 25 minutes, 5 minutes is taken up just for them to transform and say the same things? So Amu goes all "Amulet Heart," then her Chara goes to her and she says, "My own heart, unlock!" then she makes the heart sign with her hands and goes all, "Open heart; lock on!" then the egg is cleansed blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Mermaid Melody, they actually reuse scenes! In season 1, there was this scene where Luchia runs up to Kaito and hugs him then they walk down the beach hand in hand. And in season 2, they reused that whole scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, most animes are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Candy was telling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time does not heal everything. It just makes you forget a little bit each time, until you forget how pain it was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But in a way it does(:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I miss Candy la!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out with Ms Candy again, but she always not free one! So unfair right?! And she doesn't tag me anymore! DDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, I just watched Lord Of The Rings which was airing on Channel 5. Damn scary ar, that show. It's not horror, but their extra props really freaks me out la. I mean, their characters look so scary, then they have dead people in the water. I was already so freaked out that I rushed back to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, I.. I.. forgot what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! (Mind me, I'm short of topics, so I'm gonna bring up last week's topic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first day of school, Monday 23 2008, where school.. reopened. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited, weren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that greeted me in the morning was, Si Ying. She was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eunice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like, "I thought I heard Si Ying", then turned around to see this unfamiliar girl sitting there waving at me, then she called me again. It was only then, did I realise it was her. Haha, apparently she cut her hair or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down next to her, and we started chatting. You know, she sounded reallyyyyy sad. She did not appear so, but I could just feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh now's the point where I go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DAMN AARON!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously la. Poor Si Ying lor. I hate Aaron, and perfectly remember how he looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know in Choir there's this Zhi Guang? Yes, Aaron looks like him. And Aaron's from Jurong Sec, 15 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH anyway, screw everyone. I'm playing with photoshop now so I can make some posters for my fanfic sort of stuff. Haha. So long for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-4708676614395433109?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/4708676614395433109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=4708676614395433109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4708676614395433109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/4708676614395433109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/06/screw-anime.html' title='Screw Anime'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-2588236581361896840</id><published>2008-06-27T16:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:56:16.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Your Guardian Bunny</title><content type='html'>This is so exciting coz Zammie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAS A BOYFRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah he has been courting her ever since last year and he's her senior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Zammie's sec 2, so he should be sec 3, haha. Oh, and they first started on 14 February 2008, until now. Aww, that's sweet. Getting together on Michelle's birthday(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning of this year when she told me about,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think having your first stead in sec sch is the sweetest thing ever,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started to suspect her. And it was only now that she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, glad for Zammie!! Hehe, he'd better treat my buddy dearly, or else.. I dunno what I can do also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, if that really happened to my friend, I would've totally advised her to just give up instead of crying all day. No point la. She'll only be disappointing her parents. Yeah I can understand if she says that it's hard to let go all of a sudden, but still, she should bear with it. After all, time heals everything, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, I've lost faith in love, completely. But since I've never experienced it, then why should I feel that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already traumatized when Michelle was marrying xiaobai, which meant, *goes on ranting about dear WM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently Yuteng was once a hurt party, so I'm tremendously traumatized now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian has also been getting emo lately. She seemed down today; dunno why. I've already tried to cheer her up by drawing something for her(like Twinnie^^), but still, instant fail~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian, I know you're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE do not let me worry about you okay? It's so unlike you to get emo. You're quiet, yes you are, but it was definitely not emo, that I know. You're used to seeing me emo at times, but I wasn't actually emo. I was probably tired or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm your guardian bunny, and will always be watching over you. So believe in yourself, and never give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGSuaTvDA0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lOpqvmxb7ek/s1600-h/Photo1415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216486035399312194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGSuaTvDA0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lOpqvmxb7ek/s320/Photo1415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-2588236581361896840?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/2588236581361896840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=2588236581361896840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2588236581361896840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2588236581361896840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-so-exciting-coz-zammie.html' title='I&apos;m Your Guardian Bunny'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SGSuaTvDA0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lOpqvmxb7ek/s72-c/Photo1415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-8414709137009650456</id><published>2008-06-26T17:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:27:36.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racist? Think Again.</title><content type='html'>I guess with my recent blogging style, you all think I'm the very open-minded and uncouth type, but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For schoolmates, you all should know that I'm always very quiet, resulting in people thinking that I'm emo, haha. The reason is: Through the Internet, communicating is easier for me, because I can speak confidently. However, when it comes to reality, there will always be one word which is stopping us - confidence. Without confidence, we can never be loud in school. Haha yeah, so I'm quiet in school and open-minded on the Internet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw everyone today. You know there was this Thursday where I was on M/C because I got food poisoning? Well no one told me my assignments! We were supposed to bring the DNT apron and paste everything into the Literature book. So I had to buy another DNT apron, and fail my Literature assignment! I mean, I can't be the only one updating the class blog, agree? Class blogs are meant for bonding, not just posting any crap like homework. You all can't rely on me to update the blog for homework. I update homework for you, but who does that for me? Screw it, no one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I officially hate DnT. It sucks; so scary. I also realised that Racial Harmony Day falls on 15 June, so I'm like, trying my utmost to memorize all the 4 NE Boards. *FAINTS* Mr Kumar said we'll have to know everything at the tips of our fingers. Then we'll have to wear traditional costumes and say the Pledge IN FRONT OF EVERYONE ELSE. How horrible is that? Pure devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and Khairi were silly today! They gave Khadijah and Kuganesh each a piece of paper, stating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free money when you redeem this from unicorn.&lt;br /&gt;KNJ productions&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went all mad, "Khairi and Jordan! I'll sue you two for this!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but it sure was a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat with Khadijah during CME and we got back our homework, marked. We were to pretend to be Aunt Agony and advice people with problems, wisely. About the first question, this random boy getting all stressed because he wants to complete his assignments, but his parents want him to relax a little..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Advice: (The words in red are by the teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk to them calmly&lt;br /&gt;2. Tell them your problems&lt;br /&gt;3. (cry if possible, but cry pathetically) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;what is this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. *so on and so on la*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Mr R, as an adult, you wouldn't understand. They say a women's most lethal weapon is her tears, but same goes for children. If you know the way to cry, your parents will give in to you and whatever. Haha, I don't do that though, coz I'm not so cruel. But really, try it, the effects are amazing. Oh I forgot, you have no chance to try it coz you're an adult already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-8414709137009650456?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/8414709137009650456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=8414709137009650456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/8414709137009650456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/8414709137009650456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-guess-with-my-recent-blogging-style.html' title='Racist? Think Again.'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-5362186332854318101</id><published>2008-06-25T17:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:41:00.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love History</title><content type='html'>No PE today. Our relief teacher was some Ms Tan. She's so not enjoyable. See I'm starting to miss Candy again D: I want my MS CANDY LIM YUN YUN!! *SOBS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Fathira was taking out the poker cards, meant for the magic tricks. Ms Tan saw it and confiscated it at once. Then Zhi Leong had an argument with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Leong: Actually is for SL project one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tan: But you're still not allowed to bring poker cards. Did you teacher ask you to bring it? Your form teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tan: Then ask her to collect it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Leong: Actually is not Ms Wong allow us to bring. She say anything related to magic tricks, so we bring poker cards lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Then their argument went on and on.. ROFL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was.. HISTORY! Oh finally! Teacher: Ms Anne. She's apparently from Malaysia and blah blah came to Singapore. Then she told us to tell the class our opinions of History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started from.. our group D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tharshini: Interesting&lt;br /&gt;Priya: Boring&lt;br /&gt;Sufiyan: Boring&lt;br /&gt;Adriel: Fun&lt;br /&gt;Neeran: Hard&lt;br /&gt;Me: I LOVE HISTORY&lt;br /&gt;Khairi: Uninteresting&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: Amazing&lt;br /&gt;Kuganesh: So-so&lt;br /&gt;Khadijah: Fun and tough&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Okay&lt;br /&gt;Fadhil: Okay&lt;br /&gt;Travis: It's stupid&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine: Challenging&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Yang: Medium&lt;br /&gt;Dextor: Very extra&lt;br /&gt;Fathira: Interesting&lt;br /&gt;Wan Yi: Interesting and boring&lt;br /&gt;Zikry: Boring&lt;br /&gt;Afiq: Boring&lt;br /&gt;Yu Teng: Boring&lt;br /&gt;Si Yuan: Steady and charming&lt;br /&gt;Marcus: Interesting&lt;br /&gt;Zhen Hong: -NIL-&lt;br /&gt;Zhen Yee: Weird&lt;br /&gt;Isabel: Exciting&lt;br /&gt;Li Hui: Superb&lt;br /&gt;Shandy: Fantastic&lt;br /&gt;Yi Ting: Fabulous&lt;br /&gt;Chandra: Not bad&lt;br /&gt;Ella: Boring&lt;br /&gt;Yi Xin: Professional&lt;br /&gt;Min Xuan: Noob&lt;br /&gt;Euger: Idiotic&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: Hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: Boring&lt;br /&gt;Shan Ying: Boring&lt;br /&gt;Shamira: Cool&lt;br /&gt;Nishan: Neutral&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Leong: SOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My would-be reply to them; please take no offence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tharshini: Interesting; Okay glad to hear you interested.&lt;br /&gt;Priya: Boring; Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;Sufiyan: Boring; It's expected from someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;Adriel: Fun; Well obviously it's fun(:&lt;br /&gt;Neeran: Hard; Awww, I'll support you ok?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I LOVE HISTORY; due to the fact that I once went for a very interesting NE training about Singapore's history.&lt;br /&gt;Khairi: Uninteresting; Creative word haha, but I can't hate you coz you're my lil bro D:&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: Amazing; Good, at least it's not something negative x)&lt;br /&gt;Kuganesh: So-so; Anything more descriptive?&lt;br /&gt;Khadijah: Fun and tough; Yep it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Okay; Okay fine whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Fadhil: Okay; I'm also fine with this.&lt;br /&gt;Travis: It's stupid; TRAVIS HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?! It's NOT STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine: Challenging; Yeah I have to agree, it is.&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Yang: Medium; Erm.. fine.&lt;br /&gt;Dextor: Very extra; -.-" Dextor I'm so hating you.&lt;br /&gt;Fathira: Interesting; That's the way^^&lt;br /&gt;Wan Yi: Interesting and boring; So is it interesting or boring?&lt;br /&gt;Zikry: Boring; D:&lt;br /&gt;Afiq: Boring; T.T Afiq how could you??!&lt;br /&gt;Yu Teng: Boring; DDDDDDDD: Yutenggggggggggg!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Si Yuan: Steady and charming; Haha, but it sounds weird.&lt;br /&gt;Marcus: Interesting; Typical answer yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Zhen Hong: -NIL-; What happened? I wasn't paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;Zhen Yee: Weird; It's not.&lt;br /&gt;Isabel: Exciting; Yep we get to learn many things!&lt;br /&gt;Li Hui: Superb; "&lt;br /&gt;Shandy: Fantastic; "&lt;br /&gt;Yi Ting: Fabulous; "&lt;br /&gt;Chandra: Not bad; *sigh this is getting boring*&lt;br /&gt;Ella: Boring; D:&lt;br /&gt;Yi Xin: Professional; At the very least, a satisfying answer.&lt;br /&gt;Min Xuan: Noob; DAMN YOU WTH YOU'RE THE ONE THAT'S NOOB!!&lt;br /&gt;Euger: Idiotic; I.HATE.YOU. SO DIE, IDIOTIC PERSON!&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: Hard to understand; It isn't, Science is even tougher.&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: Boring; -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Shan Ying: Boring; AGAIN?!&lt;br /&gt;Shamira: Cool; x)&lt;br /&gt;Nishan: Neutral; Typical answer.&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Leong: SOS; I think you're the one that needs SOS-ing coz you're mentally unsound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm great in History, but I just love History. Influenced by NE, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;I know I have no right to comment on your opinions, but well, it's also my opinion. And I was just wondering why majority of you find History boring. Well if you were taught in a different way, maybe you'll start to love it.. (but the chances are almost invisible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was writing in my blog notes: Screw everyone who hates History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well can't be helped, but I just love NE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Khairi was saying, "In history, we learn about wars and start one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went out for lunch with Daddy(: Then I browsed some cameras. Apparently, if you pay by installments, it's only about $20 a month, and that's obviously affordable. I want a camera so I can use it next year when we go to Japan! Yeah, like, instead of borrowing from jiejie, I can have the whole camera to myself and take nice nice pictures, coz I just hate my photography skills. Precisely why I need to brush up on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-5362186332854318101?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/5362186332854318101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=5362186332854318101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5362186332854318101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5362186332854318101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-pe-today.html' title='I Love History'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-5683218172185646302</id><published>2008-06-24T20:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:48:43.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Believe What I Say</title><content type='html'>Lesson Of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never believe what I say, because I'm probably the most convincing youth non-actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time when I can be my true self, is probably when I'm with Jeslyn and Travis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately so, you never know whether I'm speaking the truth now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore my PE attire to school today. I blur la, last night I packed my bag in an unstable condition. I was like, "Neeran, why aren't you wearing PE attire?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Today no PE what! Change timetable already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HUH?! TODAY NO PE ARH?????!!!!! Wah die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I rushed to change into uniform. Gosh, blur me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I forgot to bring my English file. I mean, I was also packing my bag in an unstable condition. Luckily I brought the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During morning assembly, Ms Lin said that the Sec 2E and 3NA can take Music as an O' level subject. WHEN I HEARD IT I WENT MENTAL AGAIN! *ecstatic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this year I'll have my grade 5 theory, but not my practical yet. However, all I need is just 2 more months to prove that I've taken my grade 5 prac as well! OH I'M SO EXCITED! JWSS ACTUALLY HAS MUSIC! *FAINTS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the first group to do the Music presentation today. And unfortunately I lost the script. Luckily, I was the one who wrote it, so naturally I remember the flow of the story. Rushed a new and untidy script, and presented it shabily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Zhi Leong, Si Yuan, Euger, Yi Xin, and some other I've forgot. Screw it, they were using MY SONG from MY CD which is supposed to be used for MY EXAM. Haha, mental me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Leong was damn funny la. At first I couldn't even recognise that the song was from my CD, coz I thought the standards for a grade 5 piece was.. very low. I remembered recommending Allemanda though. Oh anyway, back to Zhi Leong. You know, that track sounded lame, and with Zhi Leong standing there, holding on to a random string, he looked lame as well! ROFL, the thought of it makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence ar, but by adding on Zhi Leong's character and appearance, a weird mentality, it was even LOL-er!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat with Khadijah during Literature today! Oh how I love those buddies. Then I teared for some unknown reason. I think I'm suffering from emotional stress, hence my river of tears. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not have the chance to sit with Khadijah during English. Anyway Khairi and Jordan burst into laughter all of a sudden. Neeran was thinking, "Huh??", and I was laughing along with them. Why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jordan's face went all red from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;2. Khairi's laughter was weird; a little high pitched and sounded.. cute, haha.&lt;br /&gt;3. I get influenced easily when people laugh. For some reason, I laugh when people around me does. For no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soon asked them the cause of it. They were still laughing like jokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are making Kalai stories with the words in the dictionary!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some examples I heard:&lt;br /&gt;Kalai did an autopsy when she was young&lt;br /&gt;Kalai is not attractive at all&lt;br /&gt;Kalai is on a diet on apricots&lt;br /&gt;Kalai eats animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're like damn rude to the teacher! But whenever I heard them laughing and mumbling something, I couldn't control myself but laugh along! Haha, that certainly cured a little of my emo-ness today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mdm Kalai told us about inventions and what not. I wasn't listening coz, DUH, ,crying away! I told you I was under emotional stress! Don't look at me with that freaked expression, I couldn't cope with so many things at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Heavy bag.&lt;br /&gt;2. Finals are coming.&lt;br /&gt;3. Chionging Theory.&lt;br /&gt;4. No time to practice for Violin Practical next year.&lt;br /&gt;5. Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;6. *FAINTS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she asked, who invented handphones, "TRAVIS!" he shouted. And when she asked about ez-link cards, "ADRIEL LIM LEONG HONG!" Adual shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mdm Kalai was asking who used the internet daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Leong: This one always go arcade. *points to Yi Xin*&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Is the arcade the latest invention currently?&lt;br /&gt;ALL(including Vivian): LOLOLOLOLS!&lt;br /&gt;Me: * Not amused -.-" *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have to greatly thank our chairperson, or else I would have to re-do each and every artpiece. *HORRIFIED*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently yeah, I left my art folio and Home Econ workbook under the table before school closed. Who knew, they threw everything away. At least, that's what Jeslyn said. I was all traumatized; I had to re-do all the art thingys! Screw it I hate art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think of checking the cubboard for it, coz I assumed everything was thrown away. *OFF TOPIC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, our chairperson happened to see my art folio in the cubboard when he was keeping some random EL materials for us, erm then give back to me lor. OMG THANKS GOR!! Or else Ms Ang kill me =X Then I'll never even get a chance to say goodbye to MYR~ x) *MENTAL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And I still hate art. Imagine me redoing every piece, when one assignment by itself takes a week to complete. *FAINTS*)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Chinese, Jeslyn drew something for me! So cuteee can?! Aww thanks Twinnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us stayed back to discuss about the Service Learning Project. I was in Logistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, due to Malay prayers, Zikry and Afiq could not go to the Kindergarten. So they were replaced with Euger and me. Also, Euger and I are now the MCs! YAY how I love doing presentations and introductions!! But we'll have to do the magic tricks as well. Oo and I get a chance to play with those little kids too^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed to Gek Poh for Theory. I was freaking late. Oh screw it, the discussion just had to last so long. In the bus, I suddenly remembered that I still had to buy my Theory grade 4 book from Christofori! Oh damn I'm so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached Christofori, they said that the book was out-of-stock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YAY," I thought to myself. "Maybe I won't have to attend Theory today and just go home." Not that I love skipping classes, but I wasn't feeling well today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Ms Fang made me buy another type of Theory book, so I had to go back to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, was so tired last night that I slept in Theory. Pure boring. I finished what Ms Fang asked me to do already, but she was NEGLECTING ME! There she was, in the room, teaching another student. And there I was, in the living room, doing theory with some other random kid. She always liddat one! Teach so many people at one time. I didn't pay for nothing okay. And all I learnt in that 2 hours was - New time signatures. (Which were so easy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my certificate! I got a distinction YAY! Haha, have been ranting on for weeks already. Oh I love my certificate~ I'll post pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried in the bus stop while waiting for 185. This random Malay girl next to me kept looking at me. Screw her; I was feeling blue, anything wrong? The thought of Gek Poh just made me cry, coz I hate that place so much. Yes, TO THE CORE! Imagine me going there every Tuesday, and crying whenever I was there. OH GOSH, please move house, Ms Fang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha enough of emoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back home, I was greeted with an apologetic Wileen. Actually I've long forgotten about her personal message last night and thought of it as a joke only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently,&lt;br /&gt;Wena changed Wileen's personal message to: I hate Eunice.... something like that.&lt;br /&gt;And Wileen was so worried that I'd get angry, and went all depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Oh poor Wileen. Wena naughty arh. Haha, but I love them both.&lt;br /&gt;Such sweet cousins; they were the ones whom I led an enjoyable childhood with.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and they consoled me today x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wileen went back to the topic of, 'I hate boys coz they're stupid, and you'd better hate them too!' Haha yeah right, stupid. Hehs, Wileen and her boy-phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, I didn't know Wileen knew me so well! (Twinnie knows more though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like, *Okay I forgot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I suggested a cousins' meeting after Wil's PSLE. We were all in for it! *ekrm*, so Wil, better study hard for PSLE, or else we cannot go out already hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I haven't done any homework yet, so yeah. *RUNS AWAY*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-5683218172185646302?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/5683218172185646302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=5683218172185646302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5683218172185646302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5683218172185646302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/06/topic-of-day-never-believe-what-i-say.html' title='Never Believe What I Say'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-3031690814829148564</id><published>2008-06-23T20:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:37:10.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I'm exhausted! I could not sleep last night, and instead only fell asleep at 4am or so. Then I hadd to wake up at 5.30, and had a full day of activities right ahead! How exhausting can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh today was interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Li Jie was talking about how she spent her holiday in Italy, France, England, Spain and Europe. And she told us about dogs who were so well brought-up. Well I don't care about dogs being well-mannered compared to human, so who cares?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during English Travis kept shouting, "YES! YES!" when Mdm Kalai asked if we understood or something like that. And to think Travis was the only one shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Xin went around giving out our activity books, then I heard him say something to Mdm Kalai, "Nameless!", but thought nothing much of it.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly teacher read out, "CYT! Who is this?????!!"&lt;br /&gt;And Yuteng went up to collect her book with a paiseh look.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who would write their name as.. CYT, on an official school book. What if they did book checks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neeran and I also heard Adriel and Sufiyan discussing about Hannah Montana.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, they watch Hannah Montana? Well I hate her; screw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our History teacher didn't come! Bleh, disappointment for me! I was so ecstatic that we would be learning HISTORY coz I LOVE HISTORY and was so excited about it!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, they don't have anything about Singapore. At least, not that I browsed of.&lt;br /&gt;And unfortunately, I specialize in 'National Education', so I only know about Singapore D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like what Mr Bala said, "World Ready" and this is eldrich coz I might get killed by natural disasters anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Recess was pure love!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Vivian and I were queuing up for the Western Food Stall, which had the longest queue. There was this random guy behind us who said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The longest queue if the fastest queue"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his friend was telling him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"That's idiotic"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kept on LOL-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During English again, I saw Khadijah's report book, and the remarks showed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Khadijah is a well-mannered and pleasant student."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha and she was went mental when she found out I was going to blog it, threatening to stab me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was my turn to go mental, coz I was showing Khadijah this bunny pose of mine, and she went all, "SO CUTE!!!!!!!" and asked me to do it again in front of Khairi and Jordie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I'm pure bunny. Last time at the student care there was this Bobby, a primary 6, who called me a little bunny. Coz last time my ponytail tie until high-high like bunny ears. Some more got 2 sides leh, so even more like bunny! Then there was Charlene as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Okay screw Singlish. Another reason is because I officially have bunny teeth! No I'm not embarrassed, coz it's cute x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me look even bunnier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fancy me saying that.. so unlike me)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, Mr Kumar and the 'NE' Ms Lim were saying - when I put on Siying's bunny headband, I looked like a cute and innocent little bunny. Like, for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, after bunny-ing for so long, I know this 'ILOVEME' anonymous fella is going to appear on my cbox and tell me again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"EEEEEEEEEE you act cute! Disgusting!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then screw you, coz I think you're traumatizing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dear dizza and Princess_Kaili are going to appear again, ranting about how much I act cute on winglin. C'mon la! I was like, 11 years old?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of act-cuting, it's CHOIR TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before that we had Let's Play, and we played Badminton. I love badminton la! Coz can win Yuteng, heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Choir&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first Mr Goh and Yiong were saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"NO! YOU NEED TO BRING OUT MORE COLOURS AND LIFE IN YOUR SINGING! You must feel relaxed at high notes, instead of tight! That's the style of Jazz and Pop!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy, so I tried to do that by following their instructions to relax and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You stand, you stand, you sit, you sit, you sit, you stand, you sit!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the only Sec 1 standing in Soprano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Screw them," I thought I was going to be punished and asked to sing in front of the whole choir. After all, I'm just a lowly Sec 1; how could I not be nervous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The ones who are standing, don't worry. You have a round/full voice and have potential blah. But for the ones who are seated, you have some serious problems! Now switch positions!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah I actually, somehow or rather, got praised by those scary instructors, for the first time ever. Surprise surprise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the Alto's turn. Jeslyn was in Alto, so I got all nervous for her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously too, she was the remaining Sec 1 who stood. I WAS SO HAPPY FOR HER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High-five, Twinnie! Our voices have lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back from Choir, we saw little emo Rui Kang again. I asked Jeslyn to quickly take a picture so I could blog. But because we hesitated for awhile, by the time Jeslyn got ready to take the picture, he stood up and walked away! Close one la! Or else I can show you all how emo he was lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-3031690814829148564?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/3031690814829148564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=3031690814829148564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/3031690814829148564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/3031690814829148564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/06/firstly-im-exhausted-i-could-not-sleep.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-5329675900252735375</id><published>2008-06-22T16:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:37:55.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Fan?</title><content type='html'>I hate 'xiao bai'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I'm a fan of Michelle Yip Suen. No, not only her, but Wallace Huo Jian Hua as well. AND, not just both of them as individuals; I love their pairing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I knew of them too late, and can no longer fantasize about the day they get married and I get to dedicate my life writing fan fictions about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently 'xiao bai' is Michelle's fiance, whom she refuses to give away his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the nickname 'xiao bai'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle adores Crayon Shin Chan, aka 'la bi xiao xin', and this Shin Chan character has a dog by the name of 'Xiao Bai', a Maltese I presume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and because of that damning 'xiao bai', my dreams are dashed! Don't laugh, but it's true! I cried for WM because Michelle was marrying 'xiao bai'!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what a fan would think of 'xiao bai'; he's such an extra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if I were to make sense in an optimistic way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 'xiao bai', coz he is the one that has brought Michelle happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given Michelle's wisdom, it is only right that she chooses the best; the one that she knows she can live happily ever after with. The one whom she trusts and loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, as a loyal supporter, it is only right that I respect her decision,&lt;br /&gt;wish her all the best,&lt;br /&gt;continue loving WM,&lt;br /&gt;and dedicating fan fictions to them both,&lt;br /&gt;even until they turn old and unpopular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Uh I don't mean that they will become unpopular..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I, the WM fanatic, has come to a decision,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I, Eunice Goh Hui Nee, loyal supporter of Michelle Yip Suen and Wallace Huo Jian Hua,&lt;br /&gt;hereby declare that I will not do anything foolish like criticizing 'xiao  bai',&lt;br /&gt;which can result in Michelle hating me or getting all depressed.&lt;br /&gt;I will also stop insulting anyone who criticizes W/M, because I know they understand themselves the best, and that as a &lt;em&gt;true &lt;/em&gt;fan, I must trust them with all my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, 'xiao bai', were to do anything unfaithful to Michelle, watch out, coz I'll report you for child abuse. Heh, how do I do that? Simply physically abuse myself and somehow get your finger prints, then report to the ministry that YOU abused me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay that was unlike the usual me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school's reopening tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very sure whether we're supposed to bring Part B of the books, but I still told them to bring Part B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am feeling very guilty for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case Ms Wong suddenly flares up and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha nah I doubt Ms Wong will really flare up because of this small matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, see you guys tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-5329675900252735375?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/5329675900252735375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=5329675900252735375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5329675900252735375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5329675900252735375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hate-xiao-bai-just-so-you-know-im-fan.html' title='A True Fan?'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-189957630299171828</id><published>2008-06-21T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:37:26.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Facts About Me</title><content type='html'>Random; 100 Facts about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. Real name:&lt;br /&gt;Eunice Goh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s):&lt;br /&gt;Unicorn, Baby-G, xiaomei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;003. Married:&lt;br /&gt;Underaged student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004. Zodiac sign:&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or female:&lt;br /&gt;Stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary School:&lt;br /&gt;Hong Wen, Shuqun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007. High school:&lt;br /&gt;Jurong West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;008. College:&lt;br /&gt;Who tells the future?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;009. Residence:&lt;br /&gt;Jurong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair color:&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short:&lt;br /&gt;Medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;012. Smoke:&lt;br /&gt;Underaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;013. Drink:&lt;br /&gt;Ice Lemon Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;014. Available:&lt;br /&gt;Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;015. Are you a health freak:&lt;br /&gt;A little influenced by Wil's mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;016. Height:&lt;br /&gt;156cm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone?:&lt;br /&gt;Another stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;018. Do you like yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Stupid stupid stupid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings:&lt;br /&gt;NA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos:&lt;br /&gt;NA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;021. Righty or lefty?&lt;br /&gt;Righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;022. First surgery?&lt;br /&gt;Ask my doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing:&lt;br /&gt;Ask my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;024. First best friend/s:&lt;br /&gt;Oops, forgot. But if you mean a really really BEST FRIEND, (need you ask?)&lt;br /&gt;Obviously Twinnie la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;025. First award:&lt;br /&gt;8 years old - Swimming; Bronze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;027. First pet:&lt;br /&gt;Parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;028. First vacation:&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbouring country - Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;029. First concert:&lt;br /&gt;Violin concert. I was like waving to my mum when I was on stage x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;030. First crush:&lt;br /&gt;Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to:&lt;br /&gt;Go crazy, coz my dad is pestering me to give my whole property of random stuff to my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Wish (told you I'm enamoured)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;054. Food:&lt;br /&gt;Ice-cream? (Amuto-inspired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;055. Drinks:&lt;br /&gt;Ice Lemon Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;056. Colors:&lt;br /&gt;White, pink, red, purple, orange, blue, black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;057. Numbers:&lt;br /&gt;3, 7, 8, 12, 14, 26, 27, 28, 95, 1412, um random much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;058. Want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Another stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;059. Want kids?&lt;br /&gt;Opinions change over time, so you can't be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;060. Careers in mind&lt;br /&gt;Michelle-related &amp;amp; music-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or eyes:&lt;br /&gt;Both are important, or you're a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;069. Hugs or kisses:&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or taller:&lt;br /&gt;Average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or spontaneous:&lt;br /&gt;*What is spontaneous??*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice stomach or nice arms:&lt;br /&gt;Stupid questions which I don't feel like answering anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or loud:&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or relationship:&lt;br /&gt;Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;077. Trouble maker or hesitant:&lt;br /&gt;Hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger:&lt;br /&gt;Stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;079. Drank bubbles:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts:&lt;br /&gt;No, but drop until keep changing, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home:&lt;br /&gt;Um no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;082. Liked someone younger:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;083. Older:&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Michelle &amp;amp; Wallace of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someones heart:&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the ability to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;085. Been arrested:&lt;br /&gt;YES!! Heh, you're a fool to believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;086. Turned someone down:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died:&lt;br /&gt;Not that I remember. Oh wait I think I do! When Haitang &amp;amp; Shengnan die lor.&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. Both are characters Michelle acted as.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;088. Liked a friend:&lt;br /&gt;Aww, how I love my friends x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;089. In yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight:&lt;br /&gt;Yet another stupid question, but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa claus:&lt;br /&gt;Stupid question. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;094. Sex on the first date:&lt;br /&gt;NO offence, but some people really do. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;095. the more you hate, the more you love:&lt;br /&gt;No. I believe in "You hate as much as you love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;096. Angels:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;098 . Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid question. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Tag 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;twinnie sasa elaine yanlu gina candy yixin travis neeran yuteng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-189957630299171828?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/189957630299171828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=189957630299171828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/189957630299171828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/189957630299171828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-100-facts-about-me.html' title='100 Facts About Me'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-5777548836830040044</id><published>2008-06-21T16:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:38:30.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw Whoever Used MY Screen Name</title><content type='html'>Yay we're already receiving comments on Withered Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently working on chapter 1 - part 1/3. Yep, I think it's too short, so I'm going to write 2 more parts, so the chapter can seem longer, rather than the short short chapters which I used to update. *I know readers are complaining about my chapters being too short*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I love this story! Once I've successfully completed it, I'll tell them I'm BABY-G, the Baby-G who created a story for each idea and soon ran out of ideas, instead left with a bunch of stories. Yes, and also the Baby-G who was hated by dizza &amp; Princess_Kaili. (Yes I still remember them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, but this fanfic is important to me. I need to complete this SUCCESSFULLY before I can finally appear as Baby-G once again! Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that people actually ever came up with the name "Unicornee"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching MSN for "unicor-nee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had some lame results which were.. irrelevant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How devastating is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Unicor-nee was special coz my name had a "Nee" inside too. But but but others' have that name as well!! How am I going to carry on?! Then there's this Myspace profile and Cabal character with the user ID of Unicornee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FAINTS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*STILL IN FAINT MODE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DYING OF SUFFOCATION*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FINALLY WOKE UP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay forget it, I still have other usernames like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby-G_95&lt;br /&gt;WMrOxz4EvA&lt;br /&gt;Unicorn4789&lt;br /&gt;TWINNIESFOREVER&lt;br /&gt;Twinnie-puppy&lt;br /&gt;WM-LUV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still devastated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-5777548836830040044?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/5777548836830040044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=5777548836830040044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5777548836830040044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5777548836830040044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/06/yay-were-already-receiving-comments-on.html' title='Screw Whoever Used MY Screen Name'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-6011680951402502429</id><published>2008-06-20T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:36:59.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Withered Love</title><content type='html'>Withered Love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Forewords.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ruby, marry me," he knelt down sincerely, preparing to put on the ring for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right in front of her were beautiful roses, a shining sparkle from the diamond, and the most charming man ever. Most girls would ecstatically accept the proposal. Nevertheless she felt indifferent towards everything. Probably because she had found something more interesting which she assumed could bring her more happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have been in love ever since the age of sixteen, I think if we could just settle down now.." he was cut off immediately, with a cold voice, which he was unfamiliar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you anymore. Even if I still do, I don't want to rush into these sort of things,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't want to rush-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're over, Wallace." she walked away steadily, not looking back at the sympathetic guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He broke down, not believing what he had heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're over.." it echoed in his mind; still trying to absorb the fact, Wallace lay down on the fine and warm sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://winglin.net/fanfic/witheredlove"&gt;Withered Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-6011680951402502429?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/6011680951402502429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=6011680951402502429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/6011680951402502429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/6011680951402502429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/06/wilthered-love.html' title='Withered Love'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-6383376583097260984</id><published>2008-06-20T16:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:02:59.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeslyn Twinnie Was Here</title><content type='html'>Had a fun time with Jeslyn last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were brainstorming ideas for our new fanfic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, then we were complaining about our fanfics which pile up to 20+++ but only completed 1. So dare not post yet.. but the story goes like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallace and Ruby are a pair.&lt;br /&gt;Ruby breaks up with Wallace when he brings up marriage.&lt;br /&gt;And the rest will be spoilers, so I've deleted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway woke up at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;Persuaded my father until I cried, to let me go out with random friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Happily leaves the house with Jeslyn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end they cannot come, so only got me and Twinnie.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm lor, I was like so shocked when "she" appeared there.&lt;br /&gt;Very scary can, luckily got Twinnie with me, then we quickly left.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Christofori to browse some music books..&lt;br /&gt;All very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Then the damn easy Disney pieces, very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Around, $44?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have my volume 2-5 Disney collection (The more difficult one),&lt;br /&gt;so who cares?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for Theory lessons to start, so I can finish learning it and take my grade 5 theory,&lt;br /&gt;which by then I can start learning my piano again! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;What? I'm bored with playing "Tong Hua" all day can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we went into this random shop and saw [Kilala Princess] volume 4!! GOSH after a long wait, it's finally out! Then.. buy lor. Bankrupt. Hehs, glad I brought extra cash out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Jeslyn and I was heading for the playground to read our manga^^,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it was her, with Yixin beside her.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so they were heading for Zhuang Ying's house.&lt;br /&gt;I told Jeslyn that they just walked past, and she went all,&lt;br /&gt;"Huh have meh? Where where??"&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think she saw them in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, then Jeslyn &amp; I proceeded to the playground.&lt;br /&gt;Oh before that Glenn appeared out of nowhere and questioned Jeslyn about the SL project.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Jeslyn FORGOT TO INFORM HIM ABOUT IT~~~!!&lt;br /&gt;Wah, liddat also can.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of vice-chair and leader is that? Hahas jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm extremely pleased with Jeslyn coz she volunteered to help Glenn do it during the December holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Awww, that's my twinnie.. I'm so touched by her actions.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, also learn from me one marh..jkjk. I'M THE TUTOR QUEEN MICHELLE! YAY.. NOT I'M GOING CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeslyn's leg was bleeding~ A mosquito bite or something? Then I looked high and low for tissue or plaster, but I only brought my wallet out with me~ Poor Jeslyn.. looks painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um then we went all singing Japanese songs. But due to us not remembering the lyrics, we only sung..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"de de de de, sora e to (sora, e to)... de de de de de de de de..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"de de de de de, de de de fukarate~..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols, so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sang Ni De Di Yi as well.&lt;br /&gt;And we realised how much we both loved 'Walk Away'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very fun time with Twinnie, filled with laughter and tears~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears ar? Dunno hehes.. I cried because I was trying to imagine what I was supposed to think of that could enable me to cry. I was thinking how Michelle had the ability to shed tears to easily la~ Then I cry until very real, Jeslyn thought I emo because of dunnowad.. No wait I should stop now coz I'm going all Singlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home around, 3.10pm.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy actually told me to reach home not later than 3.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;So he also went all,&lt;br /&gt;"Good girl~ That's the way to make me trust you,"&lt;br /&gt;Or something similar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-6383376583097260984?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/6383376583097260984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=6383376583097260984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/6383376583097260984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/6383376583097260984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/06/had-fun-time-with-jeslyn-last-night-we.html' title='Jeslyn Twinnie Was Here'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-690504226374136806</id><published>2008-06-19T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:04:30.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened To The Icons?!</title><content type='html'>Jeslyn came to my house today^^ Then we exchanged our souvenirs^^ Hehs, she's staying overnight here coz we want to watch "Mars vs Venus" on crunchyroll. (Or maybe she's just tired and doesn't want to go back yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, SIGH SIGH SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm complaining, but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euger called to say something like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you help me with something BIG???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he lost his timetable and wanted me to sms it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK FINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buthen he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can everyday sms the timetable of each day? As in like, later you sms me the Monday timetable, tomorrow sms me Tuesday's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well 25 cents isn't much to me, but the thing is, TROUBLESOME LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok never mind, won't kill to just help a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, I'm trying to be helpful like ZAMMIE!&lt;br /&gt;YAY and I'm still.. dumbfounded about what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I was supposed to post some icons of Michelle on MYR, but when I logged in to the photobucket account, all I could see was some.. weird stuff like the IMVU characters thingy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm yeah forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still loving the souvenirs Twinnie gave me^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she gave me 3 and I gave her only 1 item, it's the &lt;i&gt;thoughts&lt;/i&gt; that counts right? And anyway my item was bought in EVERLAND, so cannot be bought elsewhere marh, hehes, jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were watching Mermaid Melody, then we fell in love with their songs! Yep my favourites are on my music playlist now, if you scroll down to the music section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE 'BEAUTIFUL WISH' AND 'EVERBLUE' AND THE 'LEGEND OF MERMAID' which Sara sang. Awww, Seira's voice is just so cute la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehes, ok bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-690504226374136806?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/690504226374136806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=690504226374136806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/690504226374136806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/690504226374136806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/06/jeslyn-came-to-my-house-today-then-we.html' title='What Happened To The Icons?!'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-2549234401757011137</id><published>2008-06-18T04:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:40:17.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bernard</title><content type='html'>YAY I'm so happy coz I just found Vivian's long-lost friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it's 4.27am and I'm still awake. After medling with the Twinnie blog for so long, I finally made the perfect poster! Erm the fonts are not very clear though; I'll wait for Jeslyn to edit those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I was browsing NHHS's blogs, and I viewed every single sec one class blog. Yeah had nothing else to do, so decided to see their blog designs. Then I came to 1o1's blog and saw the name, "Bernard" in the credits. At first I didn't think much, but all of a sudden I remembered what Vivian told me! She was saying, his PSLE aggregate was 253, so I searched high and low for his name in the 1o3 blog. Turns out he's from.. 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked his blog. Profile was almost the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pandan Primary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the classes, I'll have to check with Vivian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, anyway, Bernard.. If you're reading this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Vivian has been thinking of you^^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue this post later. Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-2549234401757011137?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/2549234401757011137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=2549234401757011137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2549234401757011137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/2549234401757011137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/06/yay-im-so-happy-coz-i-just-found.html' title='Bernard'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-5721002144922770904</id><published>2008-06-17T21:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:32:43.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Eric</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today very sian hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go for theory etc, but this week cannot go coz Ms Fang's schedule full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, visit Elaine's blog please!! I've linked already^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Yi Jie came to our house. Then I played with him. So cute can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can see me already! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he didn't bother about me after awhile, I used the 'baby method'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like whispering gently right in front of him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"goo goo ga ga ga ga ga ahh gee ge (etc etc)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, anyway I was making random baby sounds. Little Eric seemed to feel a connection to my soft speaking, so he responded! I so happy can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But I think Leong-Leong is still cuter leh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to me now, Leong Leong is the cutest. But who knows, once I find time to bond with Yi Jie, then I'll favour him. Haha, that's the way. We favour babies who favour us, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to post today. Just that, I've become Shugo Chara fanatic as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, wonder if Mummy really is reading this after getting the url from me. Let me test ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO MUMMY! YOU THERE? NO? OKAY BYE FOR NOW~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-5721002144922770904?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/5721002144922770904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=5721002144922770904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5721002144922770904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/5721002144922770904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-there-today-very-sian-hor-supposed.html' title='Little Eric'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884686786788554465.post-8189097462618212301</id><published>2008-06-16T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:41:11.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korea</title><content type='html'>Just came back from Korea last night. Bought enough souvenirs for all. Pictures to be posted once jie upload them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over the moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy give me SGD100 to spend in Korea. Erm so it's around, &lt;s&gt;W&lt;/s&gt; 74'700? And she gave me an extra &lt;s&gt;W&lt;/s&gt; 6'000 coz she didn't have change! YAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent around half. On the last day, she was short of &lt;i&gt;wons&lt;/i&gt;, so she changed back to SGD with me. I had &lt;s&gt;W&lt;/s&gt; 33'000, which means SGD45!! YAY YAY YAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that I bought one photo from our photographer, Annie. Her service was damn good la. However, one photo was SGD7.50, so I only bought one. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the airport, I told the 75 year old bus driver, before he left,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kamsahamida! Sa lang hae yo~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you! I love you~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas weird. But he's really nice. There was once when we went to Nami Island, and I somehow got separated from Mummy they all, so I went up the bus on myself. I had no idea what the bus driver was talking about, so I just stared at him in a blur-blur manner and went, "huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to my seat. It was like damn stuffy and Korea prohibited vehicles from turning on the air-con if it wasn't moving for more than 10 minutes. But somehow the bus driver turned on the air-con for me first. After approximately 15 minutes, the rest of the group came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were checking in our luggage, I told Annie, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kamsahamida! Kimchi!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you! Cheese!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz she was a photographer and we always had to say 'kimchi!' when she took pictures of us. So yeah, I miss Annie~ She so cute lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were really checking ourselves in, this time I told our tour guide, Rachel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kamsahamida!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she went all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you finally learnt it!" (in Chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we reached Singapore and before alighting from the plane, I told some air stewardess random words like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kamsahamida" (tyty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sarang Haeyo" (ILY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Akhasi, ye po yo!" (Miss, you're so pweety)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they all laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, I was the most enthusiastic in the group, which I haven't been in a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHH. I miss Twinnie. She's like, at Thailand, and we haven't spoke to each other ever since the day before I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to call her just before I left the house, but when I tried to get through her phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have reached mailbox number ********, please leave your message after a long beep sound..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I called her house, her brother picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: May I speak to Jeslyn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeslyn's brother: Jeslyn went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh okay, thank you. *AHH now I can't even contact her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHHH so sian la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay forget it, bye for now~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884686786788554465-8189097462618212301?l=ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/feeds/8189097462618212301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8884686786788554465&amp;postID=8189097462618212301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/8189097462618212301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884686786788554465/posts/default/8189097462618212301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilove-unicornee.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-came-back-from-korea-last-night.html' title='Korea'/><author><name>Unicornee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677792868599957205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sY6bmblhKiU/SIq4XWyaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pd5XM5yZv14/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
