<?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-831812346834434604</id><updated>2011-09-22T17:06:31.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Percussion!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-6127676753742004606</id><published>2009-04-05T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:45:51.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The finishing line</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;a big thank you to&lt;br /&gt;those who wished us luck through smses and pms&lt;br /&gt;those who wrote notes/letters to us&lt;br /&gt;the seniors who came down to support us and give us the moral support that we needed&lt;br /&gt;the principals and the vice principals who came down despite their busy schedule&lt;br /&gt;Mr tan and ms lim who came down too&lt;br /&gt;Ms wan, mrs tan, mrs lim and mr aiman for supporting us all the way&lt;br /&gt;the tutors who helped us to improve soo soo much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MS SIA AND MR ONG for bringin us up to a greater level&lt;br /&gt;if not for you, we might not even be able to come this far&lt;br /&gt;we had indeed become a pretty butterfly&lt;br /&gt;but i guess, we have to fly even higher to get that gold&lt;br /&gt;thank you for putting in soo much for the band, having faith in us&lt;br /&gt;helping us in all ways to be even better&lt;br /&gt;you are the bestest conductors csb could ever ask for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;THANK YOU BAND for putting in your all for these past few practices&lt;br /&gt;coming down for self pracs and trying very hard to play your best&lt;br /&gt;you peeps did well on stage (:&lt;br /&gt;we have indeed left the stage with no regrets&lt;br /&gt;don't be down yea?&lt;br /&gt;let your tears wash away your sadness and stand back up again&lt;br /&gt;it's not the end&lt;br /&gt;there're still other events waiting for us&lt;br /&gt;you all made the songs come alive ytd.&lt;br /&gt;make sure you do that for every song that you play.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure we can do it&lt;br /&gt;we are a platinum band&lt;br /&gt;we don't need the cert to tell us that (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;THANK YOU PERCUSSION for being with me for the past few years&lt;br /&gt;it's sad that i'm not able to play songs with you all anymore ):&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was like the last performance&lt;br /&gt;still, i'm glad we went through this together, as a section.&lt;br /&gt;all the fond memories will never be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;jiayou for the future ahead&lt;br /&gt;bring percussion up to greater heights&lt;br /&gt;i have faith in you all (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;THANK YOU KATHLEEN and RACHEL for coming down ytd&lt;br /&gt;guess i was wrong to stop you for coming&lt;br /&gt;i still don't know how you two managed to come but still that doesn't really matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;i really needed that shoulder to cry on. hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;still i shall be strong and stand up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you kat for that letters and all that hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it is hard not to cry when i think about it but i will try to get over it soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;THANK YOU FARMERS for going through this journey with me for this one yr&lt;br /&gt;it has been fun hanging out with you all&lt;br /&gt;doing admin stuffs&lt;br /&gt;we went up and down together&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure each and everyone of u are proud of the band&lt;br /&gt;they put in their best&lt;br /&gt;they are the platinum band&lt;br /&gt;and forever will be in our hearts (:&lt;br /&gt;it's finally time to pass the baton on to the next batch&lt;br /&gt;somehow i just don't want this time to come&lt;br /&gt;still, we have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;i will nvr forget the retarded days we have together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST, THANK YOU ANGELINE, SHERIEL and SYAHIRAH&lt;br /&gt;from sotongs to atoms to zombies to the heavenly four&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being the BEST sectionmates ever&lt;br /&gt;we went through all the storms together&lt;br /&gt;and have finally finished our last lap in band&lt;br /&gt;no more playing together and just being retarded but just want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;i really really enjoyed myself for these past 3 yrs&lt;br /&gt;percussion is like a second home to me and you're just like my family (:&lt;br /&gt;jiayou for the Os kay? we can do it.&lt;br /&gt;i love you gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSB, we shall leave it to you all now.&lt;br /&gt;2011, we shall try again (:&lt;br /&gt;so don't give up yea?&lt;br /&gt;cos we are one platinum band :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CSB AND FOREVER WILL. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-6127676753742004606?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/6127676753742004606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=6127676753742004606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/6127676753742004606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;percussion has indeed improved alot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;now it's just time to go and show the others how pro cedar band is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;jiayou girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;let's go on stage and put in our 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so that we can leave SCH, leave band with totally no regrets(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cedar percussion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;our hearts beat as one&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;loves, lanxin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-6657592156186386727?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/6657592156186386727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=6657592156186386727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/6657592156186386727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/6657592156186386727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-2968759822143462442</id><published>2009-03-31T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:23:11.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF IS IN 2 DAYS! (If you don't count today, since it's already 7pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all jiayou and play with feeling, ok! It's our last SYF with each other ): So let's give it our best shot, cos it's time for us to SHINE on stage! :D I love you guys, and no matter what the outcome, this few days will be the most memorable days of my life. I'll miss Cedar Perc ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, sya;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-2968759822143462442?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/2968759822143462442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=2968759822143462442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2968759822143462442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2968759822143462442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2009/03/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Syahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326568955284727453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-7514308199636054291</id><published>2009-01-17T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:02:48.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HELLOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;yea baby we rocked the hall today&lt;br /&gt;it's finally our last induction yea?&lt;br /&gt;still rmb the time i stepped into the hall as a sec 1&lt;br /&gt;and today, i stepped into the hall as a sec4&lt;br /&gt;i was sooo amazed by how pro the band was 3 yrs ago&lt;br /&gt;and now, i wonder how many cedarians out there loved the song we played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;we only have less than 3 mths to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;jiayou percussion (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-7514308199636054291?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/7514308199636054291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=7514308199636054291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/7514308199636054291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/7514308199636054291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2009/01/helloooooo-yea-baby-we-rocked-hall.html' title=''/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-1980870028206083028</id><published>2008-11-29T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:47:03.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off in 26hrs and 15mins time(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i miss the seniors ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;anyway, let's put in our all tmr la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;then i can't go to taiwan happily (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i had fun during farewell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yea sorry angie and priscilla, didn't mean to leave you two alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but we were super busy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;don't miss me too much when i leave yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;angie ah i'll give you your present when i see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;as for now i shall sing a super advance birthday song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOUUU-OOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i know you'll miss me alot alot alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but yea, we'll see each other soon (: *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i'll miss you and perc :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-1980870028206083028?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-1603519702560561658</id><published>2008-11-28T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:55:57.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO!</title><content type='html'>HAHA HEY! Our last post was on October 4th. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell was yesterday! I'm sure Lan enjoyed herself thoroughly when she was being a Daddy's girl, didn't you, Lan? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry to Priscilla and Angeline, who were always left alone. I'm sorry! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH but you know, even though the beginning and ending of our skit were weird, everyone says our section's skit is the best, heh. :D&lt;br /&gt;But this year's farewell's performances were quite sadD: so if any of the sec 2s is reading this, we want a proper farewell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tomorrow's the day of the CIP performance + Japan trip briefing. Jiayou! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, sya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-1603519702560561658?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/1603519702560561658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=1603519702560561658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/1603519702560561658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/1603519702560561658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello.html' title='HELLO!'/><author><name>Syahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326568955284727453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-1593126895379475566</id><published>2008-10-04T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:03:21.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally!</title><content type='html'>it's me again! (:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahas&lt;br /&gt;exams are over!!! for all of us&lt;br /&gt;finally eh?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahas&lt;br /&gt;yipeeeee!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-1593126895379475566?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/1593126895379475566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=1593126895379475566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/1593126895379475566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/1593126895379475566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally.html' title='finally!'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-1760684898204856324</id><published>2008-09-24T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:34:05.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EYE's tmr</title><content type='html'>yo! all the best for ya exams huh! (:&lt;br /&gt;lets go high and play after everyth&lt;br /&gt;and before our olvl mt&lt;br /&gt;hahahahas&lt;br /&gt;jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lanxin:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-1760684898204856324?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/1760684898204856324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=1760684898204856324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/1760684898204856324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/1760684898204856324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/09/eyes-tmr.html' title='EYE&apos;s tmr'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-3183786370242287535</id><published>2008-09-07T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:08:43.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>sept hols have officially ended&lt;br /&gt;11 days to EYE.&lt;br /&gt;it's time to wake up and strt muggin&lt;br /&gt;din do any durin the hols&lt;br /&gt;this hol is wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent 2 days (sat and today) readin this new book i've bought&lt;br /&gt;it's "The Woods" by Harlan Coben&lt;br /&gt;it's a thriller btw&lt;br /&gt;nt bad. bt i doubt i will go and watch the movie (if thr's any on this one)&lt;br /&gt;i HATE thriller movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still rmb last yr&lt;br /&gt;when my dear friends decided to pull me along to watch Disturbia with them&lt;br /&gt;wasted tt 7dollars since i covered my eyes most of the time&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to see too many dead rotten bodies in a day :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bt "Tell no one" came out as a movie&lt;br /&gt;anyone wans to watch?&lt;br /&gt;maybe u can watch it and tell me what it's abt&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. anyone left any undone hw?&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;i shall do english tmr&lt;br /&gt;still can't brin myself to do it&lt;br /&gt;and eng is the 1st paper&lt;br /&gt;oh sheesh i'm so gna die :P&lt;br /&gt;bleagh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. jiayou on muggin huhs&lt;br /&gt;dun think i will come and blog for the time being hahas&lt;br /&gt;dun wan to be too distracted by the com (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh btw.&lt;br /&gt;camp rock rocks&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;jonas brothers are so hot la (well at least to me) hahahahas&lt;br /&gt;joe jonas: "the drummer is the one who gives the rhythm with his hands" (sth like tt)&lt;br /&gt;okay lahhs&lt;br /&gt;tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"You can neither win nor lose if you don't run the race." -- David Bowie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, you know who (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-3183786370242287535?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/3183786370242287535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=3183786370242287535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/3183786370242287535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/3183786370242287535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/09/d.html' title='D:'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-6436564107763859761</id><published>2008-08-31T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:39:49.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>THE HOLIDAYS ARE HERE! (:&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time i blogged man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we planned a surprise bbq for sue-ann!&lt;br /&gt;she cried when she found out and she wldnt stop!&lt;br /&gt;i was so touched when i found out she was rushing from dont know where to save me from dying. (:&lt;br /&gt;we were sitting on a breakwater 'emo-ing'&lt;br /&gt;and i felt really really guilty.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trchs day was stressful pls.&lt;br /&gt;i basically did my whole portfolio on trchs day.&lt;br /&gt;i stayed up dont know how many nights to find out tt i did everything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i cld have killed someone.&lt;br /&gt;i think everyone just came to my class to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;seeing you like that breaks my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHI TING, SELLA, ELIZABETH!&lt;br /&gt;sorry for cancelling! will make it up to y'all okay.&lt;br /&gt;last min thing. had to go east coast straight aft sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall blog abt dragging food or meitian will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;MEITIAN AND ANGELINE SPENT 45MINS DRAGGING FOOD AND CHARCOAL FROM PIT 28 TO PIT 40!&lt;br /&gt;now my shoulders and arms hurt.&lt;br /&gt;we went to ask a construction worker for trolley, then we went to the bicycle shop to ask for it and then we went to the toilet to look for it.&lt;br /&gt;its damn heavy okay.&lt;br /&gt;the plastic bag broke somemore.&lt;br /&gt;the only thought tt kept us going was 'sue-ann's going into the sea'&lt;br /&gt;even our own bday we dont spent so much effort.&lt;br /&gt;sue-ann better get both of us a HUGE BDAY PRESENT.&lt;br /&gt;they sent wrong ppl. shld send macho-er ppl mah.&lt;br /&gt;shld have sent rachel and beatrice. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i think redcross very high.&lt;br /&gt;imagine seals clapping and screaming, 'AGAIN! AGAIN!'&lt;br /&gt;yeah that was them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gna mug this hol.&lt;br /&gt;im not going out. (:&lt;br /&gt;im gna go change specs.&lt;br /&gt;make-up is fun.&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, angeline!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-6436564107763859761?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/6436564107763859761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=6436564107763859761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/6436564107763859761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/6436564107763859761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_31.html' title='(:'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-5441856363473398878</id><published>2008-08-29T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:31:09.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not applicable.</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been blogging (sorry dears) but it's not that I've been online and just lazy to write one; I haven't even been online for, like, one month plus. Sob.&lt;br /&gt;I can't express into words how thankful I am that the holidays are finally here. Like, &lt;em&gt;finally. &lt;/em&gt;Like, phew. I could kiss the holidays for arriving, because guilty and ashamed as I am to say this, I was starting to drop off the cliff. Or buy a penknife. Though that solves no problems at all, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahaha is &lt;em&gt;such &lt;/em&gt;a good boyfriend. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I get this feeling I'm in it alone. You know, I thought we were in this together, but I guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your lovely sectionmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;if you realised I was here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-5441856363473398878?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/5441856363473398878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=5441856363473398878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/5441856363473398878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/5441856363473398878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-applicable.html' title='not applicable.'/><author><name>Syahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326568955284727453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-4359273523683131918</id><published>2008-08-26T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:38:38.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing can change my love for you</title><content type='html'>If I had to live my life without you near me&lt;br /&gt;The days would all be empty&lt;br /&gt;The nights would seem so long&lt;br /&gt;With you I see forever oh so clearly&lt;br /&gt;I might have been in love before&lt;br /&gt;But it never felt this strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams are young&lt;br /&gt;And we both know they'll take us&lt;br /&gt;Where we want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus 1)&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;Touch me now&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus 2)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You ought know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;One thing you can be sure of&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus 3)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You ought know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;The world may change my whole life through&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the road ahead is not so easy,&lt;br /&gt;Our love will lead the way for us&lt;br /&gt;Like a guiding star&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you if you should need me&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to change a thing&lt;br /&gt;I love you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;So come with me and share the view&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you see forever too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus 2) (2X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus 2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-4359273523683131918?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/4359273523683131918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=4359273523683131918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4359273523683131918'/><link rel='self' 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really love the way they act and some of the scenes&lt;br /&gt;it made me look at eng drama from a diff angle now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;before we went into the threatre&lt;br /&gt;we visited the toilet hahas&lt;br /&gt;and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;some guys nearly went into the wrong one!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAS&lt;br /&gt;omg la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i didn't hire you to tell the truth!"&lt;br /&gt;i think i am startin to like eng drama :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-7969561261828939566?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/7969561261828939566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=7969561261828939566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/7969561261828939566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/7969561261828939566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/08/went-to-watch-scarlet-with-cousin-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-2315562378602951633</id><published>2008-08-23T12:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:49:07.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.O</title><content type='html'>went for tuition ytd. it's kinda saddenin cos of some particular HOT reason... ):&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. can't really focus on the narrative essay activity thingy tho&lt;br /&gt;the content is abt someone's grandpa dyin.&lt;br /&gt;bleagh even tho it's alr 2 yrs. i still miss mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes i really wonder how is it like to leave the world to some unknown place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i realised that when someone die, no one really remembers you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you aren't really part of anyone's life anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the only time they'll see you again is when they look at your picture or when you appear in their dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how sad can that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but that's how it is. that's how it'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone is so busy with his or her life that they don't really have time to sit down all day jus to miss you. maybe now and then, they might wish that you'll be here for them.. jus to help them. but will you ever be there again? the answer is no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people cry when you leave. but when you're alr gone for more than a yr. they don't cry for you anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tt's how life is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's kinda scary jus to think abt that :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;term 3 is endin...&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee&lt;br /&gt;end of year is comin D:&lt;br /&gt;time really flies..&lt;br /&gt;ahh tchrs' day comin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When he was young, I told Dale Jr. that hunting and racingare a lot alike. Holding that steering wheel and holding thatrifle both mean you better be responsible." -- Dale Earnhardt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-2315562378602951633?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/2315562378602951633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=2315562378602951633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2315562378602951633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2315562378602951633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/08/oo.html' title='O.O'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-8918527853966339026</id><published>2008-08-17T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:10:58.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything's spinning.</title><content type='html'>ohman. im suppose to be mugging.&lt;br /&gt;damn. but my head's spinning.&lt;br /&gt;i was suppose to mug this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;but i ended up sleeping, reading and watching the olympics.&lt;br /&gt;okayokay. i will mug. definitely.&lt;br /&gt;after this post. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olympics are nice to watch man.&lt;br /&gt;i think im quite hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;michael phelps is hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohwell, 2 yrs until i can legally lust after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i feel inspired. &lt;strong&gt;i wna get back into swimming.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i swam when i was younger. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have a gold okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now put your eyeballs back into your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read things saying he uses his medals to get laid.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you'll see this happening in a club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hot girl: Hey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Michael: LOOK, a gold medal! Wanna sleep with me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he ever wants to get laid, it probably goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Michael: Hey, wanna- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Hot girl: OMG MICHAEL PHELPS! Sleep with you?! YES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im suppose to go watch s'pore women table tennis&lt;br /&gt;but im lazy!&lt;br /&gt;yes. im lazy to walk to my living room.&lt;br /&gt;okayokay. i will watch.&lt;br /&gt;after this post. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a useless post.&lt;br /&gt;im just blogging cuz i feel obligated.&lt;br /&gt;im sure there are better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;like hwk. okay.&lt;br /&gt;i will do it.&lt;br /&gt;i will.&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;br /&gt;aft the post.&lt;br /&gt;aft the table tennis match.&lt;br /&gt;why am i even online in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;ohyes. for english.&lt;br /&gt;i had a weird dream abt ndp.&lt;br /&gt;i think i have violent tendencies.&lt;br /&gt;anger management issues.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i know what i wna wear for cedar musical.&lt;br /&gt;haha. okay.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-8918527853966339026?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/8918527853966339026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=8918527853966339026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/8918527853966339026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/8918527853966339026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/08/everythings-spinning.html' title='everything&apos;s spinning.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-2825996925543848198</id><published>2008-08-16T14:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T15:00:54.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeeex</title><content type='html'>yoyo!&lt;br /&gt;i finally had enough sleep (:&lt;br /&gt;33 more days to EYE&lt;br /&gt;how cool is that? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still tryin to look for some time to actually sit dwn and mug&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. and to think tt i will be wastin the whole sunday (tmr) outside&lt;br /&gt;it's such a pity.&lt;br /&gt;but ah.. i can't do anyth abt it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomg&lt;br /&gt;we played one moment in time again on thurs!&lt;br /&gt;i miss that song alot&lt;br /&gt;kinda recall back the time when i first learnt how to play the chimes&lt;br /&gt;was liked tryin to beg tsuwie not to let me play&lt;br /&gt;but then i had to in the end&lt;br /&gt;and i saw ching hong played the drumset for the 1st time&lt;br /&gt;i totally fell in love with the song&lt;br /&gt;so soothin and nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;Together we stand&lt;br /&gt;I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll take your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hmm i really hate seeing how troubled some people are&lt;br /&gt;especially when you care for them so much that you really want to jus take the burden away from them and carry it yourself :/&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm no supergirl or whoever&lt;br /&gt;but i really do wish to be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays&lt;br /&gt;shall get back to work (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't wait until everything is just right. It will never beperfect. There will always be challenges, obstacles and lessthan perfect conditions. So what. Get started now. With eachstep you take, you will grow stronger and stronger, more andmore skilled, more and more self-confident and more and moresuccessful." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Mark Victor Hansen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanxin(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-2825996925543848198?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/2825996925543848198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=2825996925543848198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2825996925543848198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2825996925543848198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/08/yoyo-i-finally-had-enough-sleep-33-more.html' title='wheeeex'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-8511006146484327539</id><published>2008-08-16T14:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T15:01:37.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day - The Click Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I woke up early in my hotel room&lt;br /&gt;Wait for my alarm to go&lt;br /&gt;I think about the things I've gotta do&lt;br /&gt;Damn my mind is gonna blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking out about what's ahead&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's no fun to be the one&lt;br /&gt;Going out of my head&lt;br /&gt;So I tell it to myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're looking for something you can't find&lt;br /&gt;If you give it up you'll lose your mind&lt;br /&gt;There's always something in your way&lt;br /&gt;But what can you say&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have a good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit my job about a week ago&lt;br /&gt;Told them that I need some time&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going strong on Lexapro&lt;br /&gt;Doctor says I'm doing fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking out about what's ahead&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's no fun to be the one&lt;br /&gt;Going out of my head&lt;br /&gt;So I tell it to myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're looking for something you can't find&lt;br /&gt;If you give it up you'll lose your mind&lt;br /&gt;There's always something in your way&lt;br /&gt;But what can you say&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have a good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't lose&lt;br /&gt;I realized it's the only thing&lt;br /&gt;I knew&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking out about what's ahead&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's no fun to be the one&lt;br /&gt;Going out of my head&lt;br /&gt;So I tell it to myself&lt;br /&gt;Tell it to myself&lt;br /&gt;Tell it to myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for something you can't find&lt;br /&gt;If you give it up you'll lose your mind&lt;br /&gt;There's always something in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for something you can't find&lt;br /&gt;If you give it up you'll lose your mind&lt;br /&gt;There's always something in your way&lt;br /&gt;But what can you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're looking for something you can't find&lt;br /&gt;If you give it up you'll lose your mind&lt;br /&gt;There's always something in your way&lt;br /&gt;But what can you say&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have a good day&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have a good day&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have a good day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-8511006146484327539?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/8511006146484327539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=8511006146484327539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/8511006146484327539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/8511006146484327539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-day-click-five.html' title='Good day - The Click Five'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-6365502619985294345</id><published>2008-08-15T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:51:24.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;IM GOING TO BE A MUGGER(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i went home straight aft sch today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt has never happened. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know why it makes me so happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pills are scary. got so many somemore. ):&lt;br /&gt;you know i have a problem with pills.&lt;br /&gt;i have trouble with panadol. must break first.&lt;br /&gt;doc says i'll only fully recover when i sleep enough&lt;br /&gt;cuz she say over-exertion, fatigue, stress...&lt;br /&gt;but i feel so guilty skipping sch and other commitments&lt;br /&gt;so much so tt i cant rest properly. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think im like a work maniac.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot not do anything. i have to get smth done.&lt;br /&gt;and tt smth isnt hwk.&lt;br /&gt;its just impossible to not do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;some things are solved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;some arent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im gna do smth abt them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i cant take it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;uncertainty just makes them all the worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;words cant describe what i truly feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;people shld sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sleep is important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lack of sleep kills faster than lack of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my happy thing finds what she lost.&lt;br /&gt;but i doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;ppl in the world arent very nice. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's gna be a surprise! (:&lt;br /&gt;dont u think smiley faces (: look so happy&lt;br /&gt;and sad faces ): look so sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a week of work to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;gna go mug now.&lt;br /&gt;lan got me in the mugging mood.&lt;br /&gt;LAN! go sleep! NOW.&lt;br /&gt;you definitely lack sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i need you for math! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;ANGELINE(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-6365502619985294345?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/6365502619985294345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=6365502619985294345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/6365502619985294345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/6365502619985294345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleep.html' title='sleep(:'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-6924381717981470649</id><published>2008-08-11T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:30:10.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yoos</title><content type='html'>it's quiet and peaceful for now&lt;br /&gt;wonder when will things get excitin again.&lt;br /&gt;we shall see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thr's sch tmr ):&lt;br /&gt;ndp is finally over&lt;br /&gt;maybe we'll start practicin for japan trip on thurs&lt;br /&gt;i want a birthday celebration for the band leh&lt;br /&gt;it's the only thing that bond us tgt&lt;br /&gt;but ah. what to do. it's time consumin and we can't afford to waste anymore time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec2 and sec3 are two different years.&lt;br /&gt;at first you care abt nth in the world&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly everyth that is happenin has sth to do with u&lt;br /&gt;kinda scary huh :/ haha&lt;br /&gt;and we are more kiasu now&lt;br /&gt;come on la. i'm alr preparin for my EYE!&lt;br /&gt;oh my... HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;things are just changin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when i read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i was shocked to see that i've experienced it before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but she's luckier than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she has someone to say this to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but when it happened last yr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i faced it.. without actually rantin to any of my seniors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe scoldin her wasn't a bad thing afterall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and thanks to that, i found the answer to this question i've been askin myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh eh&lt;br /&gt;the blog is kinda dead too ah&lt;br /&gt;only ann ann and me update&lt;br /&gt;pffff.&lt;br /&gt;syasya!&lt;br /&gt;find some time and jus type anyth&lt;br /&gt;even a hello can be accepted!&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;sheriel too la! :D&lt;br /&gt;well seeya in sch tmr.&lt;br /&gt;oh ann ann. rest well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw. things might not be the same as before&lt;br /&gt;but we can still create new fond memories rite? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars." -- Brian Littrell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-6924381717981470649?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/6924381717981470649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=6924381717981470649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/6924381717981470649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/6924381717981470649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/08/yoos.html' title='yoos'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-5574433950039942707</id><published>2008-08-08T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:14:20.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ndp</title><content type='html'>im happier today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ndp was screwed.&lt;br /&gt;s'pore songs &lt;em&gt;didnt&lt;/em&gt; have drumset.&lt;br /&gt;march in was shit.&lt;br /&gt;disco was crap.&lt;br /&gt;lan is gna kill xiaoying.&lt;br /&gt;i had ppl come up and ask me why the drums screwed up okay.&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe tt happened and ppl said i wasnt zai. ):&lt;br /&gt;what a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red cross was zai.&lt;br /&gt;they're damn co-ordinated.&lt;br /&gt;now. why cant the band be like that.&lt;br /&gt;but i wld never put in the effort to do drills. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;rachel's movements were cute. according to beat, shuai. -.-&lt;br /&gt;lan was going on abt how zai she was.&lt;br /&gt;beat asked whether rachel was a girl in class.&lt;br /&gt;i laughed so hard i banged into the noticeboard.&lt;br /&gt;yes. its that funny.&lt;br /&gt;singing was fun.&lt;br /&gt;we highed. (:&lt;br /&gt;mr tan bought us pizza. (:&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt understand how beat and i are close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got to see _____ aft hearing beat talk abt him for 3 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;canele has the best cheesecake! go try.&lt;br /&gt;i finally got to talk to beat, myrra and andeline.&lt;br /&gt;its been so long.&lt;br /&gt;i feel happier aft going out with them. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt i can talk tmr.&lt;br /&gt;throat hurts already.&lt;br /&gt;i've come to the conclusion this yr is a shit yr,&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to monday! (:&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;ANGELINE! 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title='ndp'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-4538009821699895898</id><published>2008-08-07T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:01:47.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|:</title><content type='html'>things change&lt;br /&gt;people change&lt;br /&gt;tt's how life is..&lt;br /&gt;is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;whr do i actually belong&lt;br /&gt;do you feel the same way too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;i looked at the mirror today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;and i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;"hey. u suck"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;i am tryin not to run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;but i still want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;let it out doesn't help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;act&lt;/span&gt; high nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3B.H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-4538009821699895898?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/4538009821699895898/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-918034349679255123</id><published>2008-08-06T21:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:37:14.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just leave me be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;zhen, lan, sya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened.&lt;br /&gt;it shldnt have reached this kind of stage.&lt;br /&gt;aft all we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;do u realise tt things will &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; go back to the way they were.&lt;br /&gt;y'all cld always make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;but now, it's never tt case.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel the same rush through me when i talk abt us anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft today, i dont care abt ____ anymore.&lt;br /&gt;im just too tired to deal with it already.&lt;br /&gt;money isnt the root of all evil. ____ is.&lt;br /&gt;so whatever you want. go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;caroline, florence, sarah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y'all feel fake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y'all say you know tt we'll be there for each other&lt;br /&gt;but i dont see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you're drifting. i dont know what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but if u feel u cant confide in us or have to distance yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then what the hell are we still doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i feel you take me for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i try but you push me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when i have stuff, you walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i can see the stark difference in your treatment towards me and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i really cant be bothered with you already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i dont have the energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you've always tried. but you have so much going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its really hard to just find time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;beat, elaine, myrra, andeline, sharon, sue-ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i wna talk to y'all.&lt;br /&gt;y'all are the only ones left tt i can confide in.&lt;br /&gt;but we all got so much going on.&lt;br /&gt;its really very hard.&lt;br /&gt;its like &lt;em&gt;you're never there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant expect y'all to always have time for me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wna run away and hide.&lt;br /&gt;i wna scream into my pillow and cry it all out.&lt;br /&gt;but they dont solve anything.&lt;br /&gt;i think its time i grew up.&lt;br /&gt;you come into the world &lt;em&gt;alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you leave this world &lt;em&gt;alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe distance aft all is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when did i become so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i now know why laughter doesnt sound true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;why some smiles never seem to really reach the eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;why self-denial and lies are so reassuring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i know im not the only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;look around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;stop being so self-involved and consider other ppl's misery for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angeline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-918034349679255123?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/918034349679255123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=918034349679255123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/918034349679255123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/918034349679255123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-leave-me-be.html' title='just leave me be.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-3402577099309383217</id><published>2008-08-05T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:14:19.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOHOOO</title><content type='html'>this place is sooo friggin dead!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAS&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I SHALL REVIVE IT WITH MY HOTNESS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayanyway&lt;br /&gt;tests are finally over huh&lt;br /&gt;yesssss finally!! yahoo&lt;br /&gt;i'm soo glad la&lt;br /&gt;but then EYE is comin soon&lt;br /&gt;in less than 50 days time D:&lt;br /&gt;i've started muggin but bleah.. it's killin me&lt;br /&gt;someday i'm gna die of boredom before i actually finish studyin&lt;br /&gt;tt's why i'm here&lt;br /&gt;to slack (:&lt;br /&gt;i feel so guilty for slackin&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I think I need some time by myself&lt;br /&gt;Without anybody else&lt;br /&gt;I just need to unwind&lt;br /&gt;In my time machine&lt;br /&gt;I need to go far away&lt;br /&gt;A few years back would be ok&lt;br /&gt;I just need to unwind&lt;br /&gt;In my time machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stuffs have been happenin these few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know that all these had made us irritated and stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and definitely tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we need a break from all of these la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's find one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and jus go crazy tgt again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forget everything for awhile (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and jus enjoy ourselves lyk last yr :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we were happier then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;weren't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now everyone are jus stressed and pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and reachin to the extend of killin one another.. (hope not :/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's rock the school on fri kays?&lt;br /&gt;we can do it one la&lt;br /&gt;have faith in us and the juniors :D&lt;br /&gt;they can do it de&lt;br /&gt;jiayou jiayous :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's like you're always stuck in second gear&lt;br /&gt;And it hasn't been your day, your week, your month,&lt;br /&gt;or even your year&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;When the rain starts to pour&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;Like I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz you're there for me too...&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/831812346834434604-3402577099309383217?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/3402577099309383217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=3402577099309383217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/3402577099309383217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/3402577099309383217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/08/yohooo.html' title='YOHOOO'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-8903744378468688329</id><published>2008-07-27T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:48:24.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>guess wad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can't see the bond anymore ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-8903744378468688329?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/8903744378468688329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=8903744378468688329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/8903744378468688329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/8903744378468688329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/07/d.html' title='D:'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-7256989385261303353</id><published>2008-07-27T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:38:25.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogthings.</title><content type='html'>i decided to have some fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;i saw this on caroline's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caroline thinks im scary when im angry. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Werewolf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofmonsterareyouquiz/werewolf.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're unpredictable, moody, and downright freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem sweet and harmless, until you snap. Then you're a total monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very few people can predict if you're going to be Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for you, all your transformations seem perfectly natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest power: Your ability to tap into nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest weakness: Lack of self control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play well with: Vampires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofmonsterareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Monster Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay. i seriously have to go do work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hvnt decided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-7256989385261303353?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/7256989385261303353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=7256989385261303353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/7256989385261303353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/7256989385261303353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/07/blogthings.html' title='blogthings.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-588550649572812796</id><published>2008-07-27T18:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:08:41.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams and teams(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i hvnt blogged in like AGES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dreams+teams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love my buddy! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss her already. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a stressful week.&lt;br /&gt;i slept a total of &lt;em&gt;37hrs in 7 days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to all the ppl i screamed at for no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;harsh words were said to one another.&lt;br /&gt;tension was high.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;em&gt;we all didnt care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not the way it's suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;i hope this doesnt change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;any one of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry to have caused the problems which i did.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry some of you had to be my punching bag.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for neglecting the section.&lt;br /&gt;all is but a passing cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did learn new things.&lt;br /&gt;abt british culture, the ppl there&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;the ppl here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what shocked me was what i found out abt the ppl here.&lt;br /&gt;you think you know someone but you cld be wrong. so so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;but im glad i did dreams+teams.&lt;br /&gt;there were good times. (:&lt;br /&gt;now we have to get back to our own lives.&lt;br /&gt;it feels like they suddenly took us out of our little world and now suddenly shoved us back in and expecting us to get on with our lives as per normal without any adaptation time, like there was no disruption at all.&lt;br /&gt;i have like 7 tests next week. it's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;im damn tired. i shld be doing hwk and mugging.&lt;br /&gt;i really need ice-cream now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we cant even sit together for recess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;one comes and another leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;some dont come at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and some cant cuz they're not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the last time we went out was in june.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its august. dont you think its a bit long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when was the last time we really talked to one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we can only go out for big occasions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but things are happening between those outings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we're still in school. what will happen when we leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i guess things change. it's only normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;our lives dont revolve around the same people anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;angeline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-588550649572812796?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/588550649572812796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=588550649572812796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/588550649572812796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/588550649572812796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/07/dreams-and-teams.html' title='dreams and teams(:'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-94956403718889283</id><published>2008-07-26T12:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:48:55.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIctures!</title><content type='html'>Aichi Meiden concert rocks!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, meridian percussion took a pic with Aichi meiden's percussionists&lt;br /&gt;yup all are in that pic&lt;br /&gt;jus go check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the pics taken ytd :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rAqUij0LB-4/SIqsZoQkLWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rnaDl2er8wc/s1600-h/Pictures+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227179873820487010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rAqUij0LB-4/SIqsZoQkLWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rnaDl2er8wc/s320/Pictures+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percussion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rAqUij0LB-4/SIqsaJeDOtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/L36c1koalQ8/s1600-h/Pictures+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227179882735418066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rAqUij0LB-4/SIqsaJeDOtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/L36c1koalQ8/s320/Pictures+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh! and Racial harmony!&lt;br /&gt;you all want the pics just take from here lahhs hahahahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rAqUij0LB-4/SIqtzNbZ4eI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gbYpRNuDGQw/s1600-h/Pictures+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227181412806418914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rAqUij0LB-4/SIqtzNbZ4eI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gbYpRNuDGQw/s320/Pictures+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ann ann and sya sya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rAqUij0LB-4/SIqtzUdsyKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JMutLya_Yfk/s1600-h/Pictures+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227181414695094434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rAqUij0LB-4/SIqtzUdsyKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JMutLya_Yfk/s320/Pictures+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syasya, ann ann and lan lan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rAqUij0LB-4/SIqtzxUGkQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TSCoWdFNzww/s1600-h/Pictures+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227181422439469314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rAqUij0LB-4/SIqtzxUGkQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TSCoWdFNzww/s320/Pictures+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percussion minus ann ann ): whr were U?&lt;br /&gt;Sheriel was havin oral&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-94956403718889283?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/94956403718889283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=94956403718889283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/94956403718889283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/94956403718889283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures.html' title='PIctures!'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rAqUij0LB-4/SIqsZoQkLWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rnaDl2er8wc/s72-c/Pictures+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-1898298741111395591</id><published>2008-07-20T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:55:20.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALA</title><content type='html'>yooo&lt;br /&gt;how long did i last blog?&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There can be miracles, when you believe&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles you can achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe, somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we believed in ourselves and the band&lt;br /&gt;that's why we got what we deserved :D&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOLD WITH DISTINCTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the score of 87.17%&lt;br /&gt;yea baby. Percussion did well on stage too (even though some stuffs went wrong towards the end :/ )  but we rock! The coolest section in band :) ahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the awards ceremony and honour bands concert ytd&lt;br /&gt;we cheered for livia when she went up to take the cert trophy and plaque.&lt;br /&gt;but it's sooo soft la. pffff&lt;br /&gt;guess what. they spelled cedar as cedarS&lt;br /&gt;with that exxxxtrrrrraa "asss" at the back&lt;br /&gt;wth la.&lt;br /&gt;punch them ah D:&lt;br /&gt;most of us wanted to complain&lt;br /&gt;but decided not to :P&lt;br /&gt;the bands are good&lt;br /&gt;ahhh their percussion is like soo sooo pro la!!&lt;br /&gt;ohoh! the snare drummer from TP is like. WHOOOHOO hot  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okiiedokie&lt;br /&gt;have to go.&lt;br /&gt;byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We cannot direct the wind... but we can adjust the sails." -- Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3Lanlan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-1898298741111395591?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/1898298741111395591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=1898298741111395591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/1898298741111395591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/1898298741111395591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/07/lalala.html' title='LALALA'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-7330819233515606287</id><published>2008-07-12T23:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:49:03.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OHMYGOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOLD WITH DISTINCTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRST IN OUR DIVISION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. what more can we ask for.&lt;br /&gt;i really didnt dare hope and when i heard it&lt;br /&gt;instantaneous scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i jumped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i screamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i cheered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i hugged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like some &lt;strong&gt;mad &lt;/strong&gt;woman okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ppl around me were all crying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz they were too happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;people actually had to go out of the hall &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuz we screamed too loudly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like knocked into a lot of ppl.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt care. i just continue screaming. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day was actually quite &lt;em&gt;bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the bandroom blacked out. &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the bell stand died in front of vch.&lt;br /&gt;3. and aft fixing it, we were told we're not allowed to use it.&lt;br /&gt;4. nobody told me i had to pass bag to arina and we needed to go into the hall soon so we were FREAKING OUT cuz bags are not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;5. merry widow was &lt;em&gt;FULL of mistakes&lt;/em&gt;. ms sia was quite pissed. ):&lt;br /&gt;6. when we reached school, the bells died again.&lt;br /&gt;7. i cldnt find my sch u cuz i realised in a hurry before we left for vch i left my sch u in the canteen and it wasnt there anymore. i looked everywhere, i even asked the vp. yes. i was that desperate.&lt;br /&gt;8. shit happened on the bus. which totally killed what little of my good mood i had left.&lt;br /&gt;9. worst part. i didnt get enough sleep the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i want to thank the following people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEATRICE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHARON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUE-ANN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CASSANDRA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAROLINE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SARAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RACHEL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KATHLEEN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i know they all woke up quite early to come down to support us and they were bored stiff during the whole competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU DARLINGS! IT REALLY MEANT A LOT. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah and caroline came up with the funniest things.&lt;br /&gt;but i can understand why.(:&lt;br /&gt;its partly cuz its true and it just shows how bored they were.&lt;br /&gt;beatrice yeong:&lt;br /&gt;you woke up at 7 not for the band or for anything.&lt;br /&gt;you woke up at 7 for ANGELINE YAP! (:&lt;br /&gt;now, doesnt the world seem brighter already? (:&lt;br /&gt;and sharon ah.&lt;br /&gt;swensens. hmmm... see first lah huh. (:&lt;br /&gt;i discovered smth.&lt;br /&gt;sue-ann and rachel are super similar!&lt;br /&gt;like the way they do their hair and the way they sit.&lt;br /&gt;they even had similar lunch!&lt;br /&gt;scary.&lt;br /&gt;why i never realised till this day, i do not know.&lt;br /&gt;kathleen and rachel are &lt;em&gt;hilarious&lt;/em&gt; together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking at them is like looking at two &lt;strong&gt;guys&lt;/strong&gt; fight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think they tried to seduce each other. hmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have the potential to look perverted. (:&lt;br /&gt;what they say doesnt even really make sense!&lt;br /&gt;elaine was laughing so hard. she cldnt even talk.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get my ben and jerry's in the end. ):&lt;br /&gt;i saw kinder surprise! OHMYGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;but they're like really ex. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. WE SAW PRETTY FIREWORKS.&lt;br /&gt;i think fireworks are romantic. (:&lt;br /&gt;im quite delirious right now.&lt;br /&gt;and im pretty certain my voice is gone.&lt;br /&gt;lalala. i dont care. im happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im so happy i ate &lt;strong&gt;pearls&lt;/strong&gt; okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was too nervous cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;now im too happy cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222161242802591042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="275" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HAqbpcCPlnw/SHjX-20PlUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q2T8CYyV1Ww/s400/IMG_0926.JPG" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;MY SECTION! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i look weird. ohwell. we've worked hard and improved. but we still need to work harder. there were mistakes. major ones. mistakes that should have never happened aft all the constant reminders. other ppl are so much pro-er and zai-er. we will and shall have ppl saying tt abt us as well. as our seniors have once put it, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUR HEARTS BEAT AS ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. no one is to break the circle.(: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CEDAR SYMPHONIC BAND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DID &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nothing can touch us now. not anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;tot ziens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ANGELINE(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-7330819233515606287?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/7330819233515606287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=7330819233515606287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/7330819233515606287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/7330819233515606287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/07/ohmygod-gold-with-distinction-first-in.html' title=''/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HAqbpcCPlnw/SHjX-20PlUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q2T8CYyV1Ww/s72-c/IMG_0926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-2160963376621985973</id><published>2008-07-12T06:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T06:53:26.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S TODAY! IN 3 HRS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hyperventilates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone help me!&lt;br /&gt;feel like my heart's gna jump out anytime&lt;br /&gt;and im not even on stage or anywhere near it yet.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll faint or puke later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAVE ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-2160963376621985973?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/2160963376621985973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=2160963376621985973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2160963376621985973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2160963376621985973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/07/ohmygod.html' title=''/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-4346972576343922852</id><published>2008-07-11T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:26:56.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i know&lt;br /&gt;it's tmr..&lt;br /&gt;i looked at the mirror and told myself.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN DO IT. and SO CAN THE BAND&lt;br /&gt;we WILL get that GOLD and that FIRST in 3rd division&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but ah.. i'm nervous and definitely freakin out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with all the what ifs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou Band. Jiayou PERCUSSION (:&lt;br /&gt;we have come thus far la.&lt;br /&gt;grab our sticks&lt;br /&gt;it's time to show them how PRO percussion is :D&lt;br /&gt;My dearest Section mates. Jiayou huh&lt;br /&gt;we've been thru it together and we will clinch that gold together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with three experienced ones. what am i afraid of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm glad to be in this competition with ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play our best tmr! and not regret afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou la Angie. You can de (:&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9hrs later, i'll be in the band room checkin my uniform.&lt;br /&gt;time flies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do your best when you can&lt;br /&gt;and the time is.. NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3Lanxin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-4346972576343922852?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/4346972576343922852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=4346972576343922852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4346972576343922852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4346972576343922852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-i-know-its-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-4427473177161675199</id><published>2008-07-11T21:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:44:07.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;SARAH LEONG!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I LOVE YOU DEAR! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;MICHELLE TAN! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JOANNE GOH! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. i forgot. oops.&lt;br /&gt;sarah's going down to support us tmr.&lt;br /&gt;so are a few other people.&lt;br /&gt;lovely wonderful fabulous people.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised yishun town is a wind orchestra&lt;br /&gt;so does tt mean they dont have a timpani player?&lt;br /&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;so loser-ish blogging twice.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think everyone's freaking.&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOUJIAYOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ange(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-4427473177161675199?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/4427473177161675199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=4427473177161675199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4427473177161675199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4427473177161675199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-sarah-leong-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-6216716772399758379</id><published>2008-07-11T19:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:40:04.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nbc is in 14hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-screams&lt;br /&gt;i found a huge pack of ruffles at home.&lt;br /&gt;im eating them as i blog.&lt;br /&gt;i eat when im stressed and nbc gives me a reason to binge damnit.&lt;br /&gt;im gna finish the whole pack. :/&lt;br /&gt;i also owe a lot of hwk.&lt;br /&gt;i dont mean to. its just when im stressed and/or tired i just cant do hwk at all. ): i shall try to finish everything aft the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yishun town is like playing merry widow also.&lt;br /&gt;and they're like directly in front of us. like wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i hope their timpani player is a skinny frail boy and not some big muscular man.&lt;/span&gt; i say male is because timpani players are rarely girls unless they dont have a choice. eg, girl sch. and what does tt say. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SEXIST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told beat abt it and she told me to change song. i think she thinks we can learn a new concert piece in like 2min.&lt;br /&gt;there will be like comparison.&lt;br /&gt;merry widow is a seriously overplayed piece.&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;im terrified&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im just not confident playing snare for double eagle, there's just not enough practise. though im more confident in playing timpani for merry widow but the timpani's not mine and i've never played timpani for competitions before and i've completely no idea what's to be done. i dont think i'll have time to tune or get used to the pedal tmr and im in heels damnit. like i need to be steady or i'll just die. what if tmr i completely freak and dont dare to play! i guess i'll have to wing it. not much of a choice right. hopefully my nerves dont get the best of me and i can perform up to standard. what if the sticks get stuck in my sleeve! they always do! and im not rolling them up. UNGLAM. there's just so much tt can go wrong. it has gone wrong in the past. i dont want a repeat of syf. it took me like FOUR mths to get over tt. what if the yishun town timpani player is better which is likely to be the case cuz he's a guy! guys are just stronger so it means he'll be louder and tt wins. plus he'll totally be zai-er cuz im not zai at all. i really want to be zai tmr. -pouts. like i dont expect a gold tmr but somehow i still really really want it. i paid 8 bucks just to sit in the hall for like half a min and listen to results okay. damn. i want that gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole bandroom blacked out today. im sry. i was the one tt started the screaming. FIRST REACTION OKAY! priscilla's really scared of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eheh. can i not go tmr. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM SCARED! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;im such a loser&lt;br /&gt;-shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. i ate half the packet already.&lt;br /&gt;im gna go watch friends.&lt;br /&gt;no i shall go read dracula. (:&lt;br /&gt;adiós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angeline(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-6216716772399758379?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/6216716772399758379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=6216716772399758379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/6216716772399758379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/6216716772399758379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-time.html' title='it&apos;s time.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-6444352545258856785</id><published>2008-07-08T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:22:21.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOYOYO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's this sat!!!&lt;br /&gt;SO JIAYOU KAY????&lt;br /&gt;we must play our best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCUSSION CAN DO IT DEHH!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;get the gold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-6444352545258856785?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/6444352545258856785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=6444352545258856785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/6444352545258856785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/6444352545258856785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/07/yoyoyo-its-this-sat-so-jiayou-kay-we.html' title=''/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-4555813823368116176</id><published>2008-07-04T19:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:05:37.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bonjour!&lt;br /&gt;express yourself day.&lt;br /&gt;okay lah. nth much. heh.&lt;br /&gt;some of the clothes were damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;percussion! sorry!&lt;br /&gt;made y'all wait for me for so long.&lt;br /&gt;heard abt y'all waiting outside my class, looking irritated.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle dear, thanks for the nuts.&lt;br /&gt;they're fabulous. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band was band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;i still dont think im in the wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to practise.&lt;br /&gt;maybe the stress has finally caught up.&lt;br /&gt;i've been crankier these days.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i think its the lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i guess there is some element of stress.&lt;br /&gt;seven days and counting.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised we have like only 2wks to prepare for national day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;EH. darlings! WE HVNT DECIDED WHO'S PLAYING BASS DRUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we like just not have the bass drum. ):&lt;br /&gt;they're breaking farewell tradition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;im not happy abt tt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extremely displeased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont know how i feel these days.&lt;br /&gt;im very lost.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whats happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;everything's going too fast.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have time to stop and think.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel. empty.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know whether that's good or bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flo, you're not fat.&lt;br /&gt;im serious.&lt;br /&gt;if you're fat then im like the size of russia.&lt;br /&gt;plus i totally had a fab ice-cream crepe today&lt;br /&gt;its damn good but oh man the fats. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seriously sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;-yawns&lt;br /&gt;plus i need to go do work. ):&lt;br /&gt;oh. i shall go watch merry widow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. celeste is damn cute. and not zai.&lt;br /&gt;      say yo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angeline(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-4555813823368116176?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/4555813823368116176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=4555813823368116176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4555813823368116176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4555813823368116176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-see.html' title='lets see.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-51814069583947986</id><published>2008-07-01T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:57:31.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sitting here with my amaths 5YS on my lap. So ya, i am making an effort to study. just trying to slack off abit :) i keep thinkin that today is wed and there will be top period. NOt that i am lookin forward to wad's goin on durin top period. it just felt so wednesday but ah.. i don't recall being free after school on wednesday :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know why but i have been feelin so tired lately. week 3 is not even here yet and i am already half dead. D: i am more worried of piano then NBC. maybe it's because it's much nearer. and i can already feel the stress. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;take today for example. Karen(piano tchr) told me that i have only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2 more lessons&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to my exam. and i realised i either deproved or need &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TONS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of practices as i am &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not there yet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; i can't sing.. gosh. the only confident part for aural is the rhythmic part whr one is supposed to clap the rhythm and say the time signature then the second one is the answerin of qns after they played a short song or sth. i think it's too obvious la. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I. CAN'T. SING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;can i just say that i am tone deaf? or maybe mute or sth? ahhhh!!! my exam pieces definitely still need more practices.. Karen decided to let me and another of her students play the pieces for each other. yup. i suck. ): i totally jus went OMG.. Can i don't play for her? ahh. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CGSS ppl actin like this is soo dui lian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at least song C was better than her.. okay still not that good. HOW?HOW?HOW??? i think i am becomin more and more paranoid.. hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know sth? i think i have stage fright. okay. i know i have stage fright. jus freak out whenever i am supposed to play for someone. the moment the pressure is there. i freak. i am kinda worried for NBC. hope that nth will go wrong. :/ first stop.. expressions must be added in. hahahas then we shall worry abt stage fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science tuition was interestin. i told my tchr to go thru mole concepts again. we came across this qn on Copper(II) Carbonate and Copper (II) sulphate. then i must state what i observed.. i still rmb i asked this stupidest qn ever.. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"what is the colour of copper(II) sulphate"&lt;/span&gt; and she gave me one standard reply. "what do you think?" okay like that was gonna help. and i thought of sherilyn with her copper (II) sulphate bottle and said blue.. "blue what?" my guesses were salt? Precipitate? Solid?... then i stared at the word SOLUBLE salt.. ahhh.. solution. And to think that i did the experiment before. hahahahas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-51814069583947986?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/51814069583947986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=51814069583947986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/51814069583947986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/51814069583947986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-sitting-here-with-my-amaths-5ys-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-4741351812672792472</id><published>2008-06-30T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:30:17.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRYWIDOW!</title><content type='html'>found a video on merry widow :D&lt;br /&gt;i know this is super random!&lt;br /&gt;but the bell player is sooo pro la&lt;br /&gt;and i noticed sth&lt;br /&gt;there's only 5 percussionists D:&lt;br /&gt;and only the timpani player is stationary (stationery?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=V6K4791kcBw"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=V6K4791kcBw&lt;/a&gt; (part1 [figure 1-10])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=qim_cvoOjoE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=qim_cvoOjoE&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt; (part 2 [ figure11 (: -endin])&lt;br /&gt;but at the back abit weird...&lt;br /&gt;it did not really end.&lt;br /&gt;ahh&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;under the double headed eagle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=wGBUwZ5uT68&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=wGBUwZ5uT68&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know sth?&lt;br /&gt;the whole band played with feelings!!!&lt;br /&gt;they moved!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;okay sway.. wdv&lt;br /&gt;still.&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna be like the percussionists&lt;br /&gt;jus take a look at them when it is zoomed in at them (:&lt;br /&gt;din notice for hot guys this time&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To acquire knowledge, one most study but to acquire wisdom onemost observe." -- Marilyn Vos Savant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3Lanxin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-4741351812672792472?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/4741351812672792472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=4741351812672792472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4741351812672792472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4741351812672792472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/merrywidow.html' title='MERRYWIDOW!'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-5840423081156520748</id><published>2008-06-29T21:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:58:55.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KATHLEEN YAP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello dearies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im suppose to be doing math.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;i added a song.&lt;br /&gt;listen to the chorus and you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was quite funny. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bb &amp;amp; mht!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think y'all been feeling down lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can always come to me! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why you two always like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when smth's up dont tell ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know it's cuz u dont want us to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we can tell when smth's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but we also know you wont tell us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so why not say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what are we here for if not to be there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we'll pull through whatever it may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;TOGETHER AND ALWAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;that'll never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;express youself day is just &lt;strong&gt;shit&lt;/strong&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;icky sticky&lt;/em&gt; is starting to irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just biased. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;maybe when &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; comes back, she'll divert her attention.&lt;br /&gt;things are gna get interesting on mon.&lt;br /&gt;ohman. im evil.&lt;br /&gt;-smirks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhen cut her hair!&lt;br /&gt;she's freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;-laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lan loves me loads man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see my name &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;many many&lt;/span&gt; times. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;twelve days and still happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheer up sweetheart. things will get worse.&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;someone commented lan is zai.&lt;br /&gt;she's like as zai as me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;which is not very zai.&lt;br /&gt;EHH. someone is still suppose to teach me.&lt;br /&gt;-pouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;never lie to me&lt;/em&gt;. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like ppl lying to me.&lt;br /&gt;esp not the ppl i trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no exceptions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES. THIS MEANS YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i still love my best friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;never do that again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-pouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANDELINE LIM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 days. 168hr. 10080min. 604800s. 60480000ms.&lt;br /&gt;how can you leave me for so long!&lt;br /&gt;-pouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ciao darlings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angeline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-5840423081156520748?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/5840423081156520748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=5840423081156520748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/5840423081156520748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/5840423081156520748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-4748555013569460764</id><published>2008-06-29T16:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T16:20:57.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Fazilah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Happy Birthday Kat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on angeline&lt;br /&gt;jus face it la&lt;br /&gt;i am ZAI can?&lt;br /&gt;very very ZAI&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahas&lt;br /&gt;so Zai that Junying wanna learn from me (:&lt;br /&gt;but percussionists are naturally zai one.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahas (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH i've forgotten that there's a 30th in June&lt;br /&gt;and it's on a monday&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;(random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea angeline, i love the song&lt;br /&gt;hahahas&lt;br /&gt;especially the chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11moredays to NBC&lt;br /&gt;comeon! it's time to freak out!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Angeline, i know you are still calm for now&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Express yourself day&lt;br /&gt;What does class spirit has to do with this?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if cookie monster is a gay&lt;br /&gt;if not we will definitely not qualify for the theme "girl power"&lt;br /&gt;can i just miss school and go to the airport on fri??&lt;br /&gt;since jessica is comin back&lt;br /&gt;i bet sherilyn thinks that it's a gd idea too!&lt;br /&gt;ahh. i don't think my mum will allow :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay la.&lt;br /&gt;sit in front of the com for too long le&lt;br /&gt;shall go prac maths!&lt;br /&gt;byes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Self-pity is our worst enemy and if we yield to it, we cannever do anything wise in this world." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Helen Keller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;3Lanxin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-4748555013569460764?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/4748555013569460764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=4748555013569460764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4748555013569460764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4748555013569460764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-belated-birthday-fazilah-and.html' title='Sian'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-4613855320021267721</id><published>2008-06-26T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:42:07.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK1 is ending</title><content type='html'>physics test is tmr&lt;br /&gt;and i have no more intention to revise.&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;no la&lt;br /&gt;but it's alr 10plus D:&lt;br /&gt;and still got my chi summary&lt;br /&gt;bleah..&lt;br /&gt;ihatechi :P&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i am havin my olvl oral soon&lt;br /&gt;on next thurs, the same day as my amaths CT&lt;br /&gt;ahh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band did not seem to improve today leh&lt;br /&gt;sounded messy.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;it's only.. 15more days to NBC&lt;br /&gt;ahhh&lt;br /&gt;but i am lookin forward to NBC&lt;br /&gt;aren't we all waiting for that day to come??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and sya had the same thoughts&lt;br /&gt;we felt the same way (somewhat)&lt;br /&gt;and yet we are at lost at what we should do&lt;br /&gt;hahas..&lt;br /&gt;kinda pathetic eh?&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how it is like for the others&lt;br /&gt;but we are in a different environment, aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;time shall settle everything for us&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;i'm bleeding again :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah. shall go and study somemore&lt;br /&gt;haiss&lt;br /&gt;wish me all the best for physics tmr&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the "it's super difficult" comments&lt;br /&gt;i have ABSOLUTELY no confident in this paper&lt;br /&gt;i am worry about passin&lt;br /&gt;let alone get an A D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When I hear somebody say, Life is hard, I am always tempted toask, Compared to what?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Sydney J. Harris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, i've found sth for sel tmr :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Lanxin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-4613855320021267721?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/4613855320021267721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=4613855320021267721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4613855320021267721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4613855320021267721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/physics-test-is-tmr-and-i-have-no-more.html' title='WEEK1 is ending'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-8413341371019743854</id><published>2008-06-26T19:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:36:48.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irritated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im damn irritated now.&lt;br /&gt;like shit irritated.&lt;br /&gt;zhen too.&lt;br /&gt;shitty things happened. they're so wtf?! rahh.&lt;br /&gt;-throws shoes at two people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;15 more days. no. i dont feel it. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sya: you're good. believe and have faith. we all do. wait. no. we KNOW. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;beat: thanks dear for listening while i screamed and everything else u did aft that. love you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sharon: sorry! didnt go in the end. i dont know why but i realised today that i miss you. a lot. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;caroline: get well soon! everything feels quieter without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how can i be close to someone if i didnt even know we were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what makes you think we're close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why does everyone think we're close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i get that our path crosses a lot. but still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then thinking again. if our path does cross as much as it does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the fact tt we're not is quite sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so other than this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what other things am i suppose to know but actually dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. need to go study.&lt;br /&gt;ppl told me the test is shit hard.&lt;br /&gt;need to mug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;shit. im freaking tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angeline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-8413341371019743854?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/8413341371019743854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=8413341371019743854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/8413341371019743854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/8413341371019743854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/irritated.html' title='irritated.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-7920285818172361052</id><published>2008-06-24T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:26:10.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hellhasoffciallybegun.</title><content type='html'>i dont rmb mr ito being so funny.&lt;br /&gt;he was downright hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MR ITO ROCKS. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he made me enjoy band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gasps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photoshoot was fun.&lt;br /&gt;though i look like some high-maintenance bitch.&lt;br /&gt;i loved my hair. damn gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;make up was good. very smoky eyes(:&lt;br /&gt;the pictures were pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, sch started.&lt;br /&gt;mr tan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;changed seats&lt;/span&gt;. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS JIAYEE ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not fair. i cant even talk to her in class.&lt;br /&gt;she's like at one corner of the classroom and im like at the other.&lt;br /&gt;oh yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAU JIA YEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE MY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TABLE PARTNER!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;im still in denial.&lt;br /&gt;shut it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;her present is like still at home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sya's drum major.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lan's qm of uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jemima's junior qm of uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-evil grin.&lt;br /&gt;im not such a saint. try and make a link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;percussion's pro. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally embarassed myself in front of the band.&lt;br /&gt;-shakes head and blushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;icky sticky&lt;/span&gt; is a funny name.&lt;br /&gt;-laughs at someone.&lt;br /&gt;i need to look zai. like NOW.&lt;br /&gt;i've resorted to wearing contacts to keep me awake.&lt;br /&gt;i ate a lot today. like chicken rice and mee goreng and potato chips. ):&lt;br /&gt;PIGPIGPIG.&lt;br /&gt;florence is sick. ):&lt;br /&gt;we all miss arina and tracy.&lt;br /&gt;im so thankful i have michelle and rachel. (:&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think im over you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ANDELINE LIM! I REALLY MISS YOU TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;actions speak louder than words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;so shut up and work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- by a cedarian named angeline(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i did what mr tan wanted(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nightnight(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/831812346834434604-7920285818172361052?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/7920285818172361052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=7920285818172361052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/7920285818172361052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/7920285818172361052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dont-rmb-mr-ito-being-so-funny.html' title='hellhasoffciallybegun.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-4816782757867892480</id><published>2008-06-24T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:57:04.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAND!</title><content type='html'>Mr ito is sooo funni&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has jus reminded me of one of the songs i sang in choir last time&lt;br /&gt;it has this line&lt;br /&gt;"music is a universal language,&lt;br /&gt;each and everyone understands"&lt;br /&gt;yea true&lt;br /&gt;the moment he started playing his trumpet&lt;br /&gt;we jus got it :D&lt;br /&gt;someone has to start takin jap..&lt;br /&gt;hahahahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;18more days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Happiness is not based on position, power, or prestige but onthe relationship with other people that you love and respect." -- Author Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3Lanxin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-4816782757867892480?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/4816782757867892480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=4816782757867892480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4816782757867892480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4816782757867892480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/band.html' title='BAND!'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-2676631120276803835</id><published>2008-06-23T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:00:16.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gna miss them):</title><content type='html'>hmmm&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to type here&lt;br /&gt;firstly,&lt;br /&gt;Arina.. we are gonna miss you alot alot alot&lt;br /&gt;made me 'water' all over again&lt;br /&gt;secondly,&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sheriel on being the SL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Angie the ASL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jemima the junior band QM of Uni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SYA! the DM! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of you (:&lt;br /&gt;And percussion shall work hard hard for the upcoming NBC&lt;br /&gt;let's work hard with the band :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixed feelings&lt;br /&gt;i really can't express it out&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;seeya tmr for band prac (:&lt;br /&gt;Mr ito(is this how you spell it? :/) is comin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"If you want to get somewhere you have to know where you want to go and how to get there. Then never, never, never give up." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-- Norman Vincent Peale, Author and Speaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;i like this quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3Lanxin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-2676631120276803835?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/2676631120276803835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=2676631120276803835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2676631120276803835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2676631120276803835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-gna-miss-them.html' title='I&apos;m gna miss them):'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-6205227702857808533</id><published>2008-06-21T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:13:44.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoyedu</title><content type='html'>school is startin soon&lt;br /&gt;pffffffff&lt;br /&gt;i hate this D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studyin in the library is fun la&lt;br /&gt;hahahahas&lt;br /&gt;serious!&lt;br /&gt;even tho..&lt;br /&gt;nvm :P&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not goin to the class outin ahh&lt;br /&gt;my dearest sweetest honey&lt;br /&gt;sorry luhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;let me leave until week 3 kay?&lt;br /&gt;at least i can die in peace&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i will alr be dead by then D:&lt;br /&gt;shall go for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Try not to become a person of success, but rather to become aperson of value." -- Albert Einstein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3LanXin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-6205227702857808533?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/6205227702857808533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=6205227702857808533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/6205227702857808533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/6205227702857808533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/enjoyedu.html' title='enjoyedu'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-7641308664610580034</id><published>2008-06-20T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T00:22:00.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;im here cuz im waiting for my hair to dry.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had class outing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FAILURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like class comm and random people outing. -.-&lt;br /&gt;caroline and sarah disappeared halfway and went to sleep in vivo.&lt;br /&gt;florence is just florence. i think tt explains a lot.&lt;br /&gt;oh. we bumped into a bunch of bengs.&lt;br /&gt;i left florence to die. hah.&lt;br /&gt;i like talking to amanda. A LOT. (:&lt;br /&gt;i cant get over kathleen's shirt.&lt;br /&gt;its a very feminine shirt, yet she still manages to look so man in the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;rachel is just cute lah. she just sit there and laugh at everything and be evil like she always is(:&lt;br /&gt;she told florence she wldnt save her if she drowned.&lt;br /&gt;i laughed. (:&lt;br /&gt;i mean wth is the lifeguard for then right.&lt;br /&gt;simin came at 4 and left at 5.30. -.-&lt;br /&gt;tehlanxin didnt come. stupid freak.&lt;br /&gt;she dui bu qui wo lor.&lt;br /&gt;i wna see how she's gna make it up to me.&lt;br /&gt;-evil grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;they dont feel so strong anymore.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im used to it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i've accepted it.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe there's nth to obsess abt nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;either way, i hope it means im getting better.&lt;br /&gt;and tt what used to be isnt anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cihui and chinghong came back to visit us a few days back(:&lt;br /&gt;its nice to see them. somehow reassuring.&lt;br /&gt;they bring back memories of happier times.&lt;br /&gt;when everything was not so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;you never realise their importance until they leave.&lt;br /&gt;and when they do you realise you miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know who's bm and dm. HAH. (:&lt;br /&gt;im not telling you anything. (:&lt;br /&gt;im happy for them. yet im worried.&lt;br /&gt;things are just gna get harder.&lt;br /&gt;better go stock up on chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;we're all gna need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lan's going on abt how many days to nbc&lt;br /&gt;22 more days.&lt;br /&gt;she's freaking.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel the stress.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im irritated with the bunch of you.&lt;br /&gt;we're already making an effort.&lt;br /&gt;you cant expect us to be like what we were.&lt;br /&gt;we didnt HATE it then.&lt;br /&gt;and you can expect us to love it now.&lt;br /&gt;you'd think i'd be guilty and do smth.&lt;br /&gt;well, you're in for a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;i dont give a shit abt you.&lt;br /&gt;so dont expect anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my neck has been hurting like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a message.&lt;br /&gt;it really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;sue-ann gave me some back massager thing last time.&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh. it works. ITS DAMN GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;thank you darling! (:&lt;br /&gt;but i still need a massage.&lt;br /&gt;i think i sprained my ankle too. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHIAJIAYAN IS MEAN.&lt;/span&gt; hmph.&lt;br /&gt;im a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;im not vain.&lt;br /&gt;and i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; get what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Michigan: It is illegal for a woman to cut her hair without her husband's consent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights!&lt;br /&gt;angeline(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-7641308664610580034?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/7641308664610580034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=7641308664610580034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/7641308664610580034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/7641308664610580034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-4430397438748980250</id><published>2008-06-17T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:27:32.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;As life goes on I’m starting to learn more and more about responsibility&lt;br /&gt;I realize everything I do is affecting the people around me&lt;br /&gt;So I want to take this time out to apologize for things I have done&lt;br /&gt;And things that have not occurred yet&lt;br /&gt;And the things they don’t want to take responsibility for -Akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from 10..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. NBC is in 26days time, my piano exam is in 22days time and Physics test is in 6 days time&lt;br /&gt;*shivers*&lt;br /&gt;9. Week 3 is gonna be the week whr we all gonna die.. okay me. i never absorbs anything in class&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;8. School's Startin on mon. which is soon.. haiss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i left chi hw but i don't have any motivation to do. bleah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I miss the seniors. From 2006 all the way to 2008 ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i'm changing and i ain't liking it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do i give people the impression that i never practice??? maybe i did not practice hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm not lookin forward to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Yet i'm looking forward to mon... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't wanna give a friggin damn about that kinda thing anymore. (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Jiayou for NBC :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;26more days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Begin doing what you want to do now. We have only this moment,sparkling like a star in our hand -- and melting like a snowflake." -- Marie Beyon Ray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3Lanxin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-4430397438748980250?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/4430397438748980250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=4430397438748980250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4430397438748980250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4430397438748980250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/top-ten-things.html' title='Top Ten Things'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-3883260281948250140</id><published>2008-06-14T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:27:17.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numb - linkin park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so faithless lost under the surface&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what you're expecting of me&lt;br /&gt;Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that you're smothering me&lt;br /&gt;Holding too tightly afraid to lose control&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything that you thought I would be&lt;br /&gt;Has fallen apart right in front of you&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;And every second I waste is more than I can take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;I may end up failing too&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;You were just like me with someone disappointed in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is exactly how i feel right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Life is a great and wondrous mystery, and the only thing we know that we have for sure is what is right here and right now.Don't miss it." -- Leo Buscaglia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i missed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3lanxin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-3883260281948250140?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/3883260281948250140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=3883260281948250140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/3883260281948250140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/3883260281948250140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/numb-linkin-park-im-tired-of-being-what.html' title=''/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-9083705856153602822</id><published>2008-06-14T18:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:37:52.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seven!</title><content type='html'>On to the second quiz. Don't you love me enough?&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw Lan Xin, help me update my profile at the side! I think I can't do it myself because I'm not the main account. I want: more $$, a huge lion soft toy, a drumset, a piano, strawberry cheesecake from Ben and Jerry's, that purple Victoria's Secret perfume (it smells awesome!) and be able to speak French fluently. And can you add lazybum, thinker (as in, I like to analyze stuff like conversations a lot.) and percussionist to my profile please? Thanks dear! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rejection.&lt;br /&gt;2. Losing my loved ones (that includes my cats).&lt;br /&gt;3. Cockroaches. Like, ewww!&lt;br /&gt;4. The sound of the kettle whistling. Do you notice how the kettle always whistles right before a character gets brutally murdered? This always happens! Always!&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting backstabbed.&lt;br /&gt;6. Disappointing the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;7. Bad results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I like the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Friends and family and my cats.&lt;br /&gt;2. Music.&lt;br /&gt;3. Books. And the smell of new books!&lt;br /&gt;4. Feeling happy and contented and not having to care about anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;5. Making people laugh or feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Being loved! :D&lt;br /&gt;7. This is going to sound so horrible, but.. money! Because though it may not solve all your problems, it sure does solve a whole lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven important things in my room. (I don't have my own room!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My books.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bed and pillows.&lt;br /&gt;3. The more meaningful letters and gifts from friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;4. If my computer were in the room, it'd be on this list.&lt;br /&gt;5. My drumsticks.&lt;br /&gt;6. All my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;7. Sadly, my schoolbooks are on this list. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven random facts about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think too much. I analyse things like conversations in my head.&lt;br /&gt;2. I drum my fingers on just about any surface.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm too sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't like to hurt other people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love to daydream and fantasize about things that can't ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;6. I have perfect eyesight! :D At least, the last time I checked...&lt;br /&gt;7. I like my handwriting. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I plan to do before I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Help to change the world for the better in at least some small way.&lt;br /&gt;2. Write an earth-shatteringly good novel.&lt;br /&gt;3. Fall in love with someone who'll sweep me off my feet. :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn to live life without regrets.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to Britain and meet cute guys! haha.&lt;br /&gt;6. Speak in French fluently.&lt;br /&gt;7. Prove everyone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Play any percussive instrument :D&lt;br /&gt;2. Read a book non-stop for hours.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ride a bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;4. Look forward to band. Not everyone can do this! :P&lt;br /&gt;5. Have patience.&lt;br /&gt;6. Eat really spicy food.&lt;br /&gt;7. Be left alone for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat wasabe sauce ever again.&lt;br /&gt;2. Rollerblade or ice-skate.&lt;br /&gt;3. Solve a rubic's cube.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleep without bathing first.&lt;br /&gt;5. Play a string instrument.&lt;br /&gt;6. Whistle.&lt;br /&gt;7. Burp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that attract me to the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;2. Character and personality.&lt;br /&gt;3. Looks.&lt;br /&gt;4. Way of speaking.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sense of style.&lt;br /&gt;6. Talent.&lt;br /&gt;7. Same interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that I say the most. (Actually, I don't really know what I say most either. Why don't you guys fill it in for me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hello.&lt;br /&gt;2. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;3. Uhhh..&lt;br /&gt;4. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;5. What the-?&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;7. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven celebrity crushes.&lt;br /&gt;1. david!&lt;br /&gt;william moseley.&lt;br /&gt;orlando bloom. jason dolley.&lt;br /&gt;skandar keynes.&lt;br /&gt;tom fletcher.&lt;br /&gt;ricky ullman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I finished it! :DDDD Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will be the same, and yet things will be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sya.&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-9083705856153602822?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/9083705856153602822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=9083705856153602822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/9083705856153602822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/9083705856153602822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/seven.html' title='seven!'/><author><name>Syahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326568955284727453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-5256197898098387413</id><published>2008-06-13T20:38:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T18:49:04.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>Hey you all. Finally, my &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SECOND&lt;/span&gt; post! Can I have a round of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;applause&lt;/span&gt; please? I'm doing the very first quiz Lan Xin tagged me to do. OMG, I still have the second one AND I need to create a proper post. But it's alright, I like blogging here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I'd feel very hurt, pissed, and take revenge. :X no lah. I don't know about revenge, but I'd probably be unable to trust guys for a long time. Hmm, that sounds so overly-dramatized. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. If you could have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm. To live life without regrets and to love someone who truly loves me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are loads of butts I'd like to kick&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;at the spur of the moment, but none I'd really kick because I'm such a chicken. :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Change the world! Help eradicate poverty! Buy a nice house! Travel to Britain to meet cute guys! :P (Hey, I am a girl.) Buy loads of tubs of ice-cream! Give some money to my family! Oh oh oh I'd go on a shopping spree! :DDD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. If you could only take one thing with you in a fire at home, what would you take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um, my savings, I guess. Assuming that my cats have all managed to run out already, of course. If not I'd rather die in the fire trying to take all seven of them out in time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For me, definitely being loved by someone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As long as it takes, unless he's already married or attached. Refer to 8.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feel very sad and &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to get over him, and then try to get another guy so I can attempt to forget about first guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't think so. Eh no wait, there was once I was extremely happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10. If you can die in one way, how will it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With someone I love, so at least I'll be happy when I die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;11. How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I honestly don't know. D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mother, my sister, my cats, and my friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drop dead gorgeous. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;14. Would you rather be single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's a hard decision! Single &amp;amp; rich, I guess. I could be married but not to the right person, right? Even if I were single at least I'd still have my friends and family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shower.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, I don't think so, unless I'm confident giving my all won't cause some kind of repercussion or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neither. If I was really in love I wouldn't fall for two guys at the same time, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;18. What type of people do you hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Backstabbers. People who don't bother to listen to both sides of the story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;19. Gain 20kg or lose 20kg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I quote Lan Xin, "LOSE! DUH!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;20. 5 people to do this quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The end is relatively near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3sya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-5256197898098387413?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/5256197898098387413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=5256197898098387413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/5256197898098387413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/5256197898098387413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>Syahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326568955284727453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-8536998722152934953</id><published>2008-06-13T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:08:52.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lanxin's quiz.</title><content type='html'>i do it cuz im nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;seven things tt scare me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;insects.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the supernatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dying and what happens aft tt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dead bodies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people leaving and losing the people i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the sound styrofoam makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;seven things i like the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;love and kindness(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;laughter and happiness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hopes and dreams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my friends and family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;music and books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the fact tt im alive, completely able-bodied and sane.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;seven important things in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bolster.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quilt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleeping mask.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;air-con.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the pictures on my wall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;seven random facts abt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;pink is not my favourite colour. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i actually follow my head, not my heart. when it comes down to important things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i drum with my fingernails. cuz i have long ones. yes. its a percussion thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i dont hate anyone. just severe irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i dont like apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;im extremely accident-prone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i've no idea how i ended up in triple science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;seven things i plan to do before i die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;help out in a children's cause in a major way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;travel the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;marry the man i love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;attend beatrice's wedding. seven more years dear!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;name a star after myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get rid of all my regrets. im not bringing regrets with me to my grave.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;find myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;seven things i can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;play any percussive instrument(:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;play guzheng.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walk around in really really high heels. its a big thing okay. they really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;speak perfect english when required. speak some sort of chinese. understand hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch tv for 15hrs straight. go to sleep for 8hrs and wake up to watch tv again. its the same with books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;use the abacus board to solve bigbig numbers(: its hard okay. very taxing on the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to always be there for the people i love(:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;seven things i cant do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;ride a bike.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hold back tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep without bathing first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be on time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;live without my phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;seven things that attract me to the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;height.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shoulder width.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sense of style.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;way of speaking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;humour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;interests.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;seven things that i say the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;orh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;okay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;huh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i love you!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*whine*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;seven celebrity crushes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;shia labeouf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dougie poynter; mcfly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tom felton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jesse mccartney.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;danson tang yu zhe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mike he jun xiang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;william moseley. (peter; narnia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;im sure there's more. but they pnly asked for 7.&lt;br /&gt;what can i say. i have a soft spot of blonds and british people.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Florida: if an elephant is left tied to a parking meter, the parking fee has to be paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves angeline(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-8536998722152934953?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/8536998722152934953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=8536998722152934953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/8536998722152934953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/8536998722152934953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/lanxins-quiz.html' title='lanxin&apos;s quiz.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-1641508331853347495</id><published>2008-06-13T18:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:12:25.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever wondered.</title><content type='html'>have you wondered what things wld be like if you did smth.&lt;br /&gt;or how it wld be like if you didnt do it.&lt;br /&gt;i did some pretty embarassing things when i was younger.&lt;br /&gt;and compared to knowing i had a chance to do smth yet let it slip.&lt;br /&gt;not doing anything is so much worse.&lt;br /&gt;why didnt i just go for it. wth am i scared of.&lt;br /&gt;whats there to be scared of. there's so much more to lose if you dont go.&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find the answers you seek.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to live in regret of not doing it.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wna think abt what could have happened if i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:78%;" &gt;i guess its fear. i dont know of what.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its you. i really wna talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant. i cant talk to you like i did.&lt;br /&gt;there isnt really anything left to say.&lt;br /&gt;that door was closed to me. a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;and i know things have changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hwk stamina is getting bad. ):&lt;br /&gt;3rd week is ending and i barely started.&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft band, i felt tired.&lt;br /&gt;so so drained.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry but im just not gna teach.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll change my mind in the future.&lt;br /&gt;but not now. like i said. i dont give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;sya and i were still wondering abt mr choy. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;lanxin told me amira told her tt i looked pro playing sheriel's crazy mallet thing.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i never thought anyone wld say i look pro at mallets&lt;br /&gt;considering the fact tt im not exactly a mallet player.&lt;br /&gt;but THANK YOU(:&lt;br /&gt;and i have to say. i have improved! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think narnia books are trying to teach smth.&lt;br /&gt;i dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you get the feeling tt life is sad.&lt;br /&gt;tt everyone is born to die.&lt;br /&gt;i know i have a wonderful life compared to others.&lt;br /&gt;but i still cant help feeling this way when i think abt stuff.&lt;br /&gt;all the happiness is short-lived.&lt;br /&gt;we're all hanging on by a thread.&lt;br /&gt;there's so much sadness in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Minnesota: It is illegal to mock skunks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angeline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-1641508331853347495?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/1641508331853347495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=1641508331853347495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/1641508331853347495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/1641508331853347495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/have-you-ever-wondered.html' title='have you ever wondered.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-6769542147245167457</id><published>2008-06-13T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:41:15.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 hrs of band in 2 days (:</title><content type='html'>somehow i got a feelin it shouldn't be a smiley face up there&lt;br /&gt;hahas but i ain't gna put a sad face either :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;we had band.&lt;br /&gt;for 14 hrs in two days&lt;br /&gt;but if you take away lunch time..&lt;br /&gt;let's see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;1 hour&lt;/span&gt; on tues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2 hour&lt;/span&gt; yesterday&lt;br /&gt;we only had &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;11 hours&lt;/span&gt; of band&lt;br /&gt;okay. correction&lt;br /&gt;we had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;11 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of band&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it&lt;br /&gt;i was glad to be back, i kinda miss my bells la :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell you the truth&lt;br /&gt;i rather have 14 hours of band pracs&lt;br /&gt;in two days (hopefully, tues and thurs)&lt;br /&gt;and no school&lt;br /&gt;than havin school &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLUS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;band&lt;br /&gt;i rather choose band to school sometimes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;we played disco lives, rock &amp;amp; roll explosion and abba gold!&lt;br /&gt;i miss those songs!!&lt;br /&gt;it's so fun la&lt;br /&gt;playin them again (:&lt;br /&gt;and lunch was like.. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;2 hours&lt;/span&gt;? woah!&lt;br /&gt;hahahas&lt;br /&gt;i miss the crystal mallet (or wdv u called that)&lt;br /&gt;it gives out a very clear and echo-y sound&lt;br /&gt;the first mallet i used for performance&lt;br /&gt;but now it's broken&lt;br /&gt;even though it can be used, it doesn't sound as loud ):&lt;br /&gt;shall find one that is somewhat the same to replace it then&lt;br /&gt;i need it for Figure 11&lt;br /&gt;then i shall bring that spoilt one home and keep it for memories :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure 11&lt;br /&gt;tell you sth.&lt;br /&gt;Playin figure 11 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is waayy scary!&lt;br /&gt;i know! figure 11 is my solo&lt;br /&gt;but not literally solo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;it's scary to only hear yourself playin in the band room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;the only sound in the band room&lt;br /&gt;(yea. it's that quiet)&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.. i need the support of the other mallets la&lt;br /&gt;and the other instruments :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;emily: your part is very soothing and nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! thank you thank you! :D&lt;br /&gt;i know i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;bells is always the best&lt;/span&gt;. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i will have to do that again on tues&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess wad&lt;br /&gt;june 9, monday was the birthday of donald duck&lt;br /&gt;june 11, wednesday was make a impression day&lt;br /&gt;june 12, yesterday, was red rose day. Angie's favourite&lt;br /&gt;and today is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;FRIDAY THE 13th!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. and it's shark awareness day plus rizwana's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RIZWANA :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la&lt;br /&gt;i have posted&lt;br /&gt;shall come again later :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Smooth roads never make good drivers. Smooth seas never makegood sailors. Clear skies never make good pilots. A problemfree life never makes a strong and good person. Have a toughbut winning day ahead! Be strong enough to accept thechallenges of life. Do not ask life, 'Why me?' instead say,'Try me'."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Author Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Lanlan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: 1 week more to school D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-6769542147245167457?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/6769542147245167457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=6769542147245167457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/6769542147245167457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/6769542147245167457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/14-hrs-of-band-in-2-days.html' title='14 hrs of band in 2 days (:'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-4212519321494645926</id><published>2008-06-13T16:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:21:49.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another quiz</title><content type='html'>SEVEN PEOPLE YOU WANT TO DO THIS SURVEY&lt;br /&gt;hmm. let's see. the usual?&lt;br /&gt;angeline, sheriel, syahirah. four more..&lt;br /&gt;let's jus leave it at 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS THAT SCARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;1. horror movies&lt;br /&gt;2. being alone in an area that is pitch black or totally quiet and empty?&lt;br /&gt;3. Pissing my parents off&lt;br /&gt;4. my report book (yea.. same as sher huh.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Doing sth wrong durin combine pracs. i am totally horrified abt it&lt;br /&gt;6. offending or hurting someone who meant alot to me without knowin (so far it hasn't happened.. rite?)&lt;br /&gt;7. blood. pools of blood. or me just seein any organs etc ( i can't survive bio :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU LIKE THE MOST&lt;br /&gt;1. my darling friends :D&lt;br /&gt;2. Percussion'06-08 (soo far)&lt;br /&gt;3. 2P.07, 3C.08&lt;br /&gt;4. animes and manga&lt;br /&gt;5. the sky.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN IMPORTANT THINGS IN YOUR ROOM(i don't have my own room -.-)&lt;br /&gt;1. handphone&lt;br /&gt;2.Mp4&lt;br /&gt;3. watch&lt;br /&gt;4. wallet&lt;br /&gt;5. the stereo , sound system (wdv you call that)&lt;br /&gt;6. my collection of animes&lt;br /&gt;7. my softtoys. :D like the jumbo dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOU&lt;br /&gt;1. i think alot at night.. sometimes resultin to nightmares or insomnia&lt;br /&gt;2. i will start drummin with my fingers as and when i like( i think it's a percussion thing)&lt;br /&gt;3. i can be very random :D&lt;br /&gt;4. as long as the tv is on. i can just sit there and start watchin (no matter wad channel it is)&lt;br /&gt;5. my left eye is 50degree while my right eye is 300++. (tho i have this feelin that it got worse)&lt;br /&gt;6. i am only sweet to you when you piss me off&lt;br /&gt;7. i can never have the fringe i like ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU PLAN TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt;1. play in a rock band&lt;br /&gt;2. travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;3. live in my dream house&lt;br /&gt;4. own a GRAND piano&lt;br /&gt;5. write a will. HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;6. learn how to ski or snowboard&lt;br /&gt;7. meet someone famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN DO&lt;br /&gt;1. play any percussion instruments&lt;br /&gt;2.play the piano&lt;br /&gt;3. play twinkle twinkle little star on the violin&lt;br /&gt;4. make music videos :D&lt;br /&gt;5. solve a rubix cube 3x3&lt;br /&gt;6. play an organ&lt;br /&gt;7. Ride a bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN'T DO&lt;br /&gt;1. skate&lt;br /&gt;2. buzz (my sis can D:)&lt;br /&gt;3. play any string instrument well&lt;br /&gt;4. concentrate and focus on revising for more than an hour&lt;br /&gt;5. listen hard in class&lt;br /&gt;6. skateboard, snowboard.....&lt;br /&gt;7. live without my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS THAT ATTRACT YOU TO THE OPPOSITE SEX&lt;br /&gt;1. looks&lt;br /&gt;2. height&lt;br /&gt;3. level of understandin&lt;br /&gt;4. same interest&lt;br /&gt;5. patience&lt;br /&gt;6. talent&lt;br /&gt;7. humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU SAY THE MOST&lt;br /&gt;1. huh?/ huh?!&lt;br /&gt;2. orh&lt;br /&gt;3. hahas&lt;br /&gt;4. what?!&lt;br /&gt;5. fine.&lt;br /&gt;6. whatever&lt;br /&gt;7. yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN CELEBRITY CRUSHES&lt;br /&gt;1.William Moseley&lt;br /&gt;2. elvin ng&lt;br /&gt;3. Taylor Lautner&lt;br /&gt;4. Kevin Alexander Clark&lt;br /&gt;5. Max Thieriot&lt;br /&gt;6. Shia LaBeouf&lt;br /&gt;7. Riley Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you have grown, if you have contributed, if you have loved,if you have been loved -- then you have lived." -- M. Burkill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3Lanxin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-4212519321494645926?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/4212519321494645926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=4212519321494645926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4212519321494645926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4212519321494645926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-quiz.html' title='another quiz'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-8411988485858581225</id><published>2008-06-10T18:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:10:28.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEATRICE YEONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BEATBEAT! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lets see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;friday: i watched narnia. ohmygosh. its freaking freaking good! i like cried three times. and yes. lanxin. you're emotionless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WATCH IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. its really fabulous. peter was cute too. i know he's like an irritating tempermental thing there but he looks good(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i never gave narnia a chance but i did and its good. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i was thinking of all the good movie trilogies. feel like i shld go watch them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lord of the rings. pirates of the caribbean. harry potter if it can be counted as one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;waiting for twilight to come out.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;edward cullen is hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sat: had band bbq. didnt really manage to eat much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;there was some guy who scolded us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;its not our fault you're pmsing or fell on your ass cuz you cldnt see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;its your own problem. dont take it out on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;yingying rocks(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;she roasted marshmallows for me. her marshmallows are nice. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sun: slacked @ home and read narnia(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i think i recommend the movie. but the books are good too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mon: went out with sue-ann(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;her arm is black. she looks like some guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;even though she was wearing feminine stuff compared to her usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;smth's wrong here. hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we were suppose to go shop for clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;then in the end neither of us bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we bumped into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;nine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cedarians! they werent together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we saw one aft another. quite cool. but scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;today: ____. i teared in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;its really quite a depressing thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but it wasnt as bad as expected. i guess its cuz we all imagined the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so bad tt everything else is okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;yes. we're tt pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;eh. w&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;here's mr choy. sya and i were wondering just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;there's some new guy who randomly walks in and out of the bandroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i think we miss mr choy. he was always such a nice guy. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my strokes suck and they only died even more aft the hols. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the timpani player will always die first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when the bandroom flooded, it came from the drain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;beside the timpani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;today, i smelt gas. everyone else did too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i walked over to the mallets and the trombones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it didnt smell as strong as it did at the timpani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i think it came from the air-con&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;above the timpani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i have been led to believe there's a timpani curse as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;btw, i wld like a white coffin. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i dont even wna think abt nbc. shut it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;it irks me to see that wherever she is you're there.&lt;br /&gt;i keep getting reminded of you. why are you always in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;can you just get lost.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish tt we didnt know so many of the same people.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i never even met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i like hvnt started on my hwk yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;shit. shit. shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i just cant bring myself to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;its so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;well, im off to read narnia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;im like halfway through the 4th book already (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Florida: Men may not be seen publicly in any kind of strapless gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;quote lanxin, "angeline! i need you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;byebye!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i know you need me too(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ANGELINE(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-8411988485858581225?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/8411988485858581225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=8411988485858581225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/8411988485858581225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/8411988485858581225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-1494667933653310999</id><published>2008-06-10T18:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:46:25.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The B word.</title><content type='html'>We had band today. I thought it was quite alright, seeing as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; didn't scold any of us too much or too harshly today, which was (yay!) awesome. Well, in my opinion, anyway. HAHA when the whole band had to leave the bandroom for a short while just now, Angeline told us that she had been so upset about coming for band that she actually teared in the car. &lt;em&gt;And &lt;/em&gt;she spent forty-five minutes in the bathroom while getting ready for band. Yes, it was &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;bad. Whereas me and Lan-lan were thinking, got band = hurry up and get ready. But seriously speaking, band didn't seem so long today, despite it being seven-hour long. Well, actually, it was six, cos we were given an hour to go eat lunch. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, plus we fell in at the tennis court this morning, which contributed to Sheriel and Angeline's... um, frustration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YAY! Ci Hui might be coming on Thursday! :DDDDDDDD Why can't Arina come too, eh? And Tracy came by our table today while we were practising strokes (cough)! :D I guess it's not really counted as visiting us cos she had some prefect stuff to do. :/ Why's our ex-SL coming back, though? But I mean it as a good thing lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very worried for NBC leh. Sigh. We all want that annoyingly elusive Gold so much that if we don't get it, it'll hurt even more. Sighhhhhhhhhh. But Perc will pull through, no matter what. We shall defy the odds (the conductors' harsh words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, where's Mr Choy ah???? And who's this new tutor? I kind of liked Mr Choy more. This new guy's a little... interesting. Why does he keep entering the bandroom randomly and walk around, looking at the stuff we put up on our walls? I saw him looking at our band tree earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to grow attachment to my marimba parts. I don't know, I'm starting to have pride and enjoy playing my parts, cos I remember that day, when Ms Sia kept yelling and scolding us cos we couldn't play. But I &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;just receive the score, so how does she expect me to sight-read so fast? But it's alright, that's in the past, and I can play most of my parts now. Wheee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love that brown snare drum. Can I take it with me when I graduate? xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;3,sya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-1494667933653310999?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/1494667933653310999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=1494667933653310999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/1494667933653310999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/1494667933653310999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/b-word.html' title='The B word.'/><author><name>Syahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326568955284727453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-5883369444925374288</id><published>2008-06-10T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:49:03.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shall do my dearest lan xin's test((:&lt;br /&gt;continue loving me for this:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) cry? what else can i do? then forget abt him or her&lt;br /&gt;2) to have a gazillion bucks? and to be loved. not being money minded, okay maybe i am, but for practical reasons. one can achieve alot of wishes with money.&lt;br /&gt;3) i remember once said i wanted to throw a shoe at someone. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm (go figure)&lt;br /&gt;4)refer to 2. i intend to do good too!!&lt;br /&gt;5) bear bear. been with me since i was born(:&lt;br /&gt;6) bring loved&lt;br /&gt;7) wait for someone i really love? means what i already found the person or waiting for the person to come along? i think i'll be the sitting duck in such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;8) forget him&lt;br /&gt;9) yes of course&lt;br /&gt;10) die happy. how it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;11) old. and hopefully successful&lt;br /&gt;12) friends and family&lt;br /&gt;13) haha my dearest. LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;14) single and rich&lt;br /&gt;15) think abt my day or a dream i had&lt;br /&gt;16) no doubt!&lt;br /&gt;17) whoever loves me back&lt;br /&gt;18) not really sure. don't actually personally detest someone. do my best not to too(:&lt;br /&gt;19) eh.. lose? but then that would be quite scary&lt;br /&gt;20) whoever who wants to, cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-5883369444925374288?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/5883369444925374288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=5883369444925374288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/5883369444925374288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/5883369444925374288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/shall-do-my-dearest-lan-xins-test.html' title=''/><author><name>sheriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11113508850816122201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-1757727808323127291</id><published>2008-06-10T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:24:42.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>____</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:chiller;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DETEST ____&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;imgagine 7 hours!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my holidays are ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;even though it felt it never began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;played away my first 2 weeks of holidays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now looking at my pile of homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and next term's test schedule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;panic starts taking over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday out 'studying'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pretty much unproductive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at 6pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it hit me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" if today ends, tommorrow begins"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what's the exciting schedule of tmr?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 hours of ____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though i must admit it wasn't as bad as i expected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess it must be cos we've all already expected the absolute worst&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now i'm just tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes exam period feels like heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos well let's see cca &lt;strong&gt;stops&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's all that matters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Larkin step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Life moves along and it trickles down the cheeks of every beautiful boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Time comes along and it breaks every bone in your spine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Into the flight of night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Insomnia strikes and hopes alight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We set ourselves up to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So we stargaze and we write down all the things that we'll do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fall into the river our pockets full of stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Full of stones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sheriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='____'/><author><name>sheriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11113508850816122201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-8858087471155751173</id><published>2008-06-08T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:27:10.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy edu..</title><content type='html'>enjoyedu&lt;br /&gt;enjoy education&lt;br /&gt;woah&lt;br /&gt;and it's for chi&lt;br /&gt;how to enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;i think i sat thr in tt position for too long&lt;br /&gt;so long that the moment i turned arnd to get my hp&lt;br /&gt;i strained my neck muscle&lt;br /&gt;owww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my toe looks like a white roll&lt;br /&gt;with all the cotton wool and tape&lt;br /&gt;ahh&lt;br /&gt;shall take a break from chi for now&lt;br /&gt;let's go watch tv!! :D&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i should continue readin my book&lt;br /&gt;i've become a bookworm lately D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! band is comin&lt;br /&gt;let's look forward to it babaye!&lt;br /&gt;ahh my beloved bells :D&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"The great question is not whether you have failed, but whetheryou are content with failure." -- William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3Lanlan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-8858087471155751173?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/8858087471155751173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-2712134032167563953</id><published>2008-06-08T19:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:37:49.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 June' 08 is history now</title><content type='html'>ahh&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was tiring but fun&lt;br /&gt;now i finally know how hard it is to be a station ic&lt;br /&gt;but lookin at how the groups tried their best&lt;br /&gt;hoping to find as many water balloons as possible&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda worth it&lt;br /&gt;afterall, we just want them to have fun :D&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously hope they did&lt;br /&gt;especially the sec4s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's fun to be near the sea at night&lt;br /&gt;even though it's cold&lt;br /&gt;the wind felt so nice&lt;br /&gt;and the sound of the sea is so relaxin&lt;br /&gt;hahahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though some part of the day&lt;br /&gt;i wished that i was here to play and not to be in charged&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still glad that we managed to make it a success&lt;br /&gt;lookin at the smiles on their faces&lt;br /&gt;hahahas&lt;br /&gt;it's worth it man :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. i'm sure Sya felt the same way too rite?&lt;br /&gt;freakin out cos of the rain&lt;br /&gt;hopin that the rain will stop asap&lt;br /&gt;wishin that everyone will enjoy themselves today&lt;br /&gt;and ya&lt;br /&gt;gettin extremely wet from the rain and the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i hope sheriel recover asap :/&lt;br /&gt;it sucks without you enjoyin wif us&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;br /&gt;will post the pictures another day :D&lt;br /&gt;shall go back to do enjoyedu now&lt;br /&gt;cos tt's wad i am online for D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare; it is because we do not dare that things are difficult." -- Seneca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Lanlan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-2712134032167563953?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/2712134032167563953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=2712134032167563953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2712134032167563953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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worry. i ain't swearin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;it's jus doubleyou-tee-hedge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;doubleyou-tee-eff-hedge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can never read the minds of adults&lt;br /&gt;you nvr know wad the hell they are thinking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why was i banned?&lt;br /&gt;cos i said i was gna switch off the com at 11.30&lt;br /&gt;but switched it off at 11.45(accordin to her) instead&lt;br /&gt;and TADA! i can't play for a week&lt;br /&gt;a round of applause for her&lt;br /&gt;*clapclapclap*&lt;br /&gt;wth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somtimes adults really ruin my life&lt;br /&gt;went taka with her and my sis&lt;br /&gt;the cam ran out of battery&lt;br /&gt;who's fault? MINE&lt;br /&gt;it's my bloody fault that i didn't check like 1hr before&lt;br /&gt;when my sis tossed me the cam&lt;br /&gt;with my mum hurrying us&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate her.&lt;br /&gt;okay hate is too strong for this&lt;br /&gt;i DISLIKE her when she's like this&lt;br /&gt;BFB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"I would rather be able to appreciate things I cannot have thanto have things I am not able to appreciate." -- Elbert Hubbard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops sorry&lt;br /&gt;totally venting my anger here. :P&lt;br /&gt;oh well toodles!&lt;br /&gt;seeya tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Lanlan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-2216998214274586665?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/2216998214274586665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=2216998214274586665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2216998214274586665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2216998214274586665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-banned-from-usin-com-until-thurs-wth.html' title='ADULTS?! *rolls eyes*'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-4331605828942800656</id><published>2008-06-06T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T16:40:42.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why are we doing this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im pissed. i just spent the last 37mins trying to get onto blogger.&lt;br /&gt;my com's screwed and im too lazy to do anything abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just spent the whole morning in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, florence wanted to go ice-skating so i went with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;i fell down. BADLY.&lt;/span&gt; on my back. ):&lt;br /&gt;so mummy was worried. i told florence tt i was in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;and i quote her&lt;br /&gt;'did you fall off a ten storey building or something'&lt;br /&gt;i think mummy forbids me to go ice-skating now.&lt;br /&gt;cuz everytime i come back with injuries and LOADS OF BLISTERS. OOPS. ):&lt;br /&gt;its just cuz im really accident prone.&lt;br /&gt;i sit on the piano bench right and somehow i manage to cut myself.&lt;br /&gt;i think this is my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;fourth fall&lt;/span&gt; this year. OOPS. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yesterday right, aft ice-skating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WENT OUT WITH MY DEAREST TABLE PARTNER! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy i was gna see her then i was smiling madly to myself on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;i think the ppl around me thought i was mad. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to walk around and eat. (:&lt;br /&gt;wakaru sucks. never go there. they're biased against students.&lt;br /&gt;it was crap. serious crap. let me re-emphasise. CRAP. the table beside us got so so so much better food. irritating.&lt;br /&gt;we went to eat green tea ice-cream too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WE BOUGHT COUPLE RINGS! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;jiayee: 'i shall guard it with my life'&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. YAY. I SHALL TOO(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it forms a mickey mouse head but if u look closely, it looks like two ppl hugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate carrot cake and fried black noodles just now. ):&lt;br /&gt;ohman. im gna be the size of a whale tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;it suddenly hit me. why are we dieting. seriously. its not like any of us are overweight. yet we still do it. there's many kinds of body shapes and everyone is beautiful in their own way right. so why are we starving ourselves or crazily exercising. as beat puts it, "why do you want to torture yourself". i seriously dont know. its not like if you're hot now, you'll still be hot when you die. you leave your body behind. there are so many ppl starving in the world and we actually get food and yet we refuse it. do we loo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;k in the mirror and see someone twice our size? why must we compare ourselves to like models. its like some insecurity that messing up our brains. i know its getting crazy. we all do. but we just cant stop. its become a daily routine, a obsession. freak out if u gain a kg. run till you cannot take it. not eat for the whole day. sudden outburst of tears and screams. how did it all come to this. im worried for all of us. its not healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im gna do lanxin's quiz. lanxin. say you love me(:&lt;br /&gt;1. cry&lt;br /&gt;2. to be able to turn back time or/and eat a billion calories and still look good.&lt;br /&gt;3. whoever irritates me.&lt;br /&gt;4. GO TO THE MOON! get a nice hse. a cadillac. save up for uni and phd.&lt;br /&gt;5. A LOT A LOT A LOT of water. i wna live thanks.&lt;br /&gt;6. both. (: knowing someone loves you back of course makes u feel blessed but loving someone is also a blessed thing. not everyone can love. if you can, feel blessed, there's hope for you yet. (:&lt;br /&gt;7. i dont know. not too long i guess. i mean will true love still come to you when you're 80 and dying. the guys will all go for younger women.&lt;br /&gt;8. wallow in self-pity. TRY to give up. remain on good terms and hope for the best. hey. it's not like he's married.&lt;br /&gt;9. yes. duh. im easily contented(:&lt;br /&gt;10. i dont wna think of dying.&lt;br /&gt;11. maybe still studying. maybe working. but definitely partying. (:&lt;br /&gt;12. friends&lt;br /&gt;13. sick. (:&lt;br /&gt;14. rich but lonely. i have my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;15. think. IM SERIOUS. the moment i wake up things just start popping into my head. oh there was one day ____ popped in. ruined my day.&lt;br /&gt;16. yes.&lt;br /&gt;17. the more practical one.&lt;br /&gt;18. hate is too strong a word. i cant say. i dislike a lot of things. sometimes i just dont like your face.&lt;br /&gt;19. lose. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Illinois: It is illegal to give lighted cigars to dogs. cats or other pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i shall go help mummy do chores now. i dont know whats wrong with the damn maid agency. its been like 2 weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;byebye!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;admit it. im your world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ANGELINE(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-4331605828942800656?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/4331605828942800656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=4331605828942800656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4331605828942800656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/4331605828942800656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-are-we-doing-this.html' title='why are we doing this.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-6492910316959416278</id><published>2008-06-05T23:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:46:39.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZ!</title><content type='html'>i wanted to do the quiz on sher's blog&lt;br /&gt;decided to post it here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;depends.. shock? disappointed? hurt? oh well *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;shall have a realistic one&lt;br /&gt;to live in my dream house :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;br /&gt;the person who invented exams and tests&lt;br /&gt;(hahahas. great minds think alike(: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;buy my dream house.&lt;br /&gt;get a drumset, a grand piano&lt;br /&gt;go travel arnd the world&lt;br /&gt;give my family some of it (hahas serious!)&lt;br /&gt;save the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you could only take one thing with you in a fire at home, what would you take?&lt;br /&gt;handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;loved by someone.&lt;br /&gt;anyone can jus love anyone yet not alot will feel blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone u really love?&lt;br /&gt;forever. unless i decided to love someone else (it's gna happen though (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;yea :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you can die in one way, how will it be?&lt;br /&gt;die of laughter? wait it's kinda scary though.&lt;br /&gt;but i just wanna leave the world feelin happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;25 yrs old huh.&lt;br /&gt;travellin? hopefully single still.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;7 letters. friends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;funny. tall. the list can go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;must i choose???&lt;br /&gt;urgh&lt;br /&gt;married but poor then &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hate being lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;switch off my phone's alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;erm.. guess so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahas. none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What type of people do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;the usual. backstabbers. betrayer. blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Gain 20kg or lose 20kg?&lt;br /&gt;LOSE! DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. 5 people to do this quiz&lt;br /&gt;sheriel, angie, sya sya, sotong and manda :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Life is a series of experiences, each one of which makes usbigger, even though sometimes it is hard to realize this." -- Henry Ford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3LanLan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-6492910316959416278?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/6492910316959416278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=6492910316959416278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/6492910316959416278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/6492910316959416278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wanted-to-do-quiz-on-shers-blog.html' title='QUIZ!'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-7739729548929013995</id><published>2008-06-05T14:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:46:22.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playhouse disney</title><content type='html'>EWWW i'm wearin purple pants&lt;br /&gt;and it's ugly...&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i ran out of pants D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised playhouse disney teaches kids the wrong kinda stuffs&lt;br /&gt;it makes them dummer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tigger: Sooo. what it the colour of Pooh's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pooh: erm... *thinks for awhile* erm.. *bends down and looks at his shirt* red?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tigger: That's Pooh alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooow... -.-&lt;br /&gt;and barney taught me that this can be a story too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"The little red flower. Once upon a time. The end"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nice one :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and you ask where kids learn those stupid stuffs from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe i am just pissed cause my sis doesn't let me watch other channels :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh ya! i saw some paper holders in popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;do you wan me to get some of those for the scores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cos percussion is kinda messy :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i think i have something like that at home too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and. that band thing was put up by me.. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2nd week is coming to an end D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;next week is comin soon.. eek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh well. seeya this sat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAKE SURE YOU TURN UP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hahahas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-- Douglas Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3LanLan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-7739729548929013995?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/7739729548929013995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=7739729548929013995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/7739729548929013995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/7739729548929013995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/ewww-im-wearin-purple-pants-and-its.html' title='Playhouse disney'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-453976118665929211</id><published>2008-06-04T16:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:03:36.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wth am i doing here.</title><content type='html'>i shld be doing hwk. hah. thats what i've been telling myself. not happening.&lt;br /&gt;i've told myself a lot of things. like how im gna go running later or stop eating. they never seem to materialise.&lt;br /&gt;i've gained weight since the hols started okay.&lt;br /&gt;lanxin loses weight during hols. i gain. its damn irritating.&lt;br /&gt;school actually burns a lot of calories okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shld start hwk. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i did like 5 exercises for chinese and 3 pages of bio.&lt;br /&gt;half of which were done by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sue-ann and kathleen. thank you darlings!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its the holidays! ):&lt;br /&gt;why do they even give hwk during the holidays. its for us to rest. hwk isnt rest. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished a book.&lt;br /&gt;confessions of a jane austen addict.&lt;br /&gt;thats totally my sister.&lt;br /&gt;she's in love with anything jane austen.&lt;br /&gt;though i have to admit pride and prejudice is damn good. (:&lt;br /&gt;anyway there's like some hidden meaning in the book which i dont understand. its like huh. its obvious im suppose to understand some logic but i dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... florence did mention before that im the most bimbo trip sci student she knows.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my dreams have been weird. why do u keep appearing. i thought im over you already. people say out of sight out of mind. you're suppose to disappear! im not suppose to dream abt you. im looking at your picture now and i know you dont even know that smth's happening. you're always in your own world. im the only one who's stupidly affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pictures on my wall are dying. i shld do something abt it. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss my happy thing. i hope she's doing well in malaysia or wherever she is now. i miss sharon. even though we're like talking more than we used to but there's nth really substantial to talk abt. im scared we'll drift. i miss beat. i think she's still in thailand training. i miss elaine. i miss andeline. i owe her ice-cream. i miss myrra. i owe her a shopping spree. i miss nasuha. funny. i hvnt seen them all the whole holiday and nasuha has too many commitments to come meet up with us. ): i miss caroline, sarah and florence too! and guess what. cuz of band i might not be able to go for sleepover with them. i have a very strong urge now to just miss farewell and go out with them. i miss my table partner! i miss all the people who sit around me and further away like celeste and amanda. i dont wna change seats. my table partner's mine and im happy where i am. the only ever constant thing was change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is why i need to go out. so i dont have so much time to think abt crap like this. i shld probably go shit and get ready for guzheng lesson. hmm... yeah. i shall do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sarasota, Florida: It is illegal to wear a swimsuit while singing in a public place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me!&lt;br /&gt;ANN-ANN(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-453976118665929211?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/453976118665929211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=453976118665929211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/453976118665929211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/453976118665929211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/wth-am-i-doing-here.html' title='wth am i doing here.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-2263860224615600723</id><published>2008-06-03T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:07:52.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to all band members,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since we should try and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;save money&lt;/span&gt;, please contribute what you can for the BBQ :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The list follows:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;100 plastic spoons *Livia will be contributing 8&lt;br /&gt;100 plastic forks *Celeste will be contributing 19&lt;br /&gt;100 paper/plastic plates&lt;br /&gt;100 paper/plastic cups *Livia will be contributing&lt;br /&gt;2 pastry brushes&lt;br /&gt;2 BBQ grills (43x83)&lt;br /&gt;Matches/lighters- at least 4 box of matches/4 lighters *Celeste will be contributing 3 boxes of matches&lt;br /&gt;Fire starters-1 box&lt;br /&gt;Charcoal-3kg&lt;br /&gt;Skewers-2 packets&lt;br /&gt;4 sets of tongs&lt;br /&gt;100 pcs serviettes&lt;br /&gt;Aluminium Foil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have some of something(e.g 50 plastic spoons, not 100), still do inform me :)&lt;br /&gt;A little bit is better than nothing at all :)&lt;br /&gt;Please be generous and contribute as much as possible :)&lt;br /&gt;If you have more things to contribute but they're not on the list above, do inform me too so that we can decide on what to buy and what not to buy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EMAIL ME IF YOU HAVE ANY(:&lt;br /&gt;THANKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loves Lan and Sya (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-2263860224615600723?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/2263860224615600723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=2263860224615600723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2263860224615600723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2263860224615600723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/bbq.html' title='BBQ!'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-1760529464208360544</id><published>2008-06-03T17:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:13:02.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring cleaning :)</title><content type='html'>hahas yessh Sya, you finally posted sth (:&lt;br /&gt;whee hope you have fun huh, sheriel!&lt;br /&gt;must miss us lots eh.&lt;br /&gt;hahas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum decided to have &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;spring cleaning&lt;/span&gt; today&lt;br /&gt;for don't know wad reason.&lt;br /&gt;and so.. i have to help her cause i didn't go to sch today D:&lt;br /&gt;oopsie. woke up with a bad headache so i can't go&lt;br /&gt;my mum didn't allow me to go ice skatin with angie too ):&lt;br /&gt;(anyway, it was cancelled in the end)&lt;br /&gt;so many sad things happened today...&lt;br /&gt;just kiddin. hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess wad?&lt;br /&gt;i found V day presents (those &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;non-edible ones&lt;/span&gt; luhhs)&lt;br /&gt;plus the &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3 doggies and the balls &lt;/span&gt;you gals gave me when we were sec 1&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i started thinking about the fun we had last time :&lt;br /&gt;OH! and i found the game, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SCENE IT&lt;/span&gt;?.&lt;br /&gt;SyaSya, that's the boring game that Sheriel and Angie were talkin about&lt;br /&gt;there's also lots of childhood stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;and they went either in my cupboard, my sis' cupboard or into the dustbin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;anyone wants lego pieces or those kiddy puzzles&lt;/span&gt;? hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look like rudolph now&lt;br /&gt;you know, the red nose reindeer?&lt;br /&gt;i keep sneezin due to the stupid dust&lt;br /&gt;allergic and sensitive D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear.. i am becoming &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;more and more serious&lt;/span&gt; lately&lt;br /&gt;let's go somewhere and have a good laugh sometime soon :D&lt;br /&gt;i rather crap more and be serious when i should&lt;br /&gt;than be serious all the time&lt;br /&gt;if not i will be livin a very dull life ):&lt;br /&gt;and sya, your life is not borin la :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. found this&lt;br /&gt;Sheriel, i shall post this for you :D&lt;br /&gt;even tho you are in malaysia now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Did you know... ... that today is the birthday of Herman Lay, founder of Lay's potato chips (1909)? Lay peddled potato chips to Southern grocers out of the trunk of his car, building a business and a name that would become synonymous with the thin, salty snack.Celebrate Herman's birthday by eating your favorite snack food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh well. toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"A dream is your creative vision for your life in the future.You must break out of your current comfort zone and becomecomfortable with the unfamiliar and the unknown." -- Denis Waitley, Author, Speaker, Trainer, Peak Performance Expert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;3lanlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-1760529464208360544?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/1760529464208360544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=1760529464208360544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/1760529464208360544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/1760529464208360544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/hahas-yessh-sya-you-finally-posted-sth.html' title='Spring cleaning :)'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-7466738834993313116</id><published>2008-06-03T12:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:08:18.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee!</title><content type='html'>Hey! Sorry, I know I said I was going online yesterday, but.. I forgot. :X oops.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is my first post here! Haha. How pathetic of me. But it's a start, it's a start..&lt;br /&gt;Eh you all suck! You started on your homework already! D: *pouts* I've only done one measly maths exercise. Oh yah, can someone lend me chem holiday homework &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;please?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don't have one, thanks to my chem teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, yesterday was hilarious! I was laughing my head off the entire time. I just can't believe Priscilla's so good at seducing Jemima. Jemima better watch out from now on ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything to blog about yet. ):&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Jason Mraz's The Remedy right now. I think &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;need a remedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to end off with my MSN names, but then I realise now that my MSN names &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; emo/suicidal anyway, so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I wish someone would take a knife and carve out my heart so I'd never have to feel again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;sya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If some of the stuff I wrote here are repeated on my own blog, um, don't be surprised. Yes, my life is &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;boring. )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-7466738834993313116?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/7466738834993313116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=7466738834993313116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/7466738834993313116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/7466738834993313116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-sorry-i-know-i-said-i-was-going.html' title='Whee!'/><author><name>Syahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326568955284727453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-8793436541386862714</id><published>2008-06-02T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:51:25.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im leaving for malaysia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miss you girls(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;packing my bag now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm realising how sad my holiday is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm packing homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after an entire sunday of attempting to clear a significant amount of work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ps. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVERYONE SMS COMFIRMATION OF THE JUNE 7TH BBQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sheriel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-8793436541386862714?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/8793436541386862714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=8793436541386862714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/8793436541386862714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/8793436541386862714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-leaving-for-malaysia-miss-you-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>sheriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11113508850816122201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-2140209939540613810</id><published>2008-06-02T19:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T12:19:21.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of farewell plannings :)</title><content type='html'>hmm..&lt;br /&gt;i woke up early today to go to school&lt;br /&gt;oh! school!&lt;br /&gt;i have not done my &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;chi homework&lt;/span&gt; that was supposed to be handed up &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;before term 2 ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;how efficient of me(:&lt;br /&gt;well i kinda lost the paper, so i have to wait till i get it from sherilynD:&lt;br /&gt;okay, homeworks aside. hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad dropped by a petrol station on the way to Cedar&lt;br /&gt;and yay! i bought &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kinder bueno &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;i needed energy to keep me going for the rest of the day&lt;br /&gt;but kinda overbought it. hehe&lt;br /&gt;the station &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doesn't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sell single packets of the chocolates&lt;br /&gt;they &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOULD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sell them!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;they come in &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3 packets at a time &lt;/span&gt;instead ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;there might be ppl who are desperate for kinder bueno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;but only have enough money to buy ONE PACKET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais. if i buy that, i might finish all of them within &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;half an hour&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;at most at most, 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;but i was too desperate for chocolates so yup. i paid for it :D&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i gave one packet to dad, half a packet to syasya and half a packet to elaine&lt;br /&gt;( i'm nice luhhs :D)&lt;br /&gt;so i ended up with a packet YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understudy farewell is funn:)&lt;br /&gt;except for the part when i have to show them the dance.&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;TWICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;malu-ed myself twice lehs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and drills.&lt;br /&gt;yes! &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;me and amimi can totally coordinate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yea. i can still coordinate &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with AnnAnn:D&lt;br /&gt;hm. but drills made my foot hurt &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drills are FUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la, Ann Ann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm. i realised i like to be pat on my head :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ohmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah then percussion farewell discussion:)&lt;br /&gt;this is where you can see how your juniors are like&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla sure can seduce! she rather do that then pretend to die&lt;br /&gt;come on la! i rather pretend to die&lt;br /&gt;it's much more easier.&lt;br /&gt;and i had to do a demo for her. -.-&lt;br /&gt;"Priscilla! why you can seduce Jemima and you can't pretend to die?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P:" cause it's easier to seduce her!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;easier? woah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SyaSya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tried seducin me.&lt;br /&gt;Goosebumps. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percussionists sure CAN sing :)&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't sound very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;KEYWORD: &lt;u&gt;VERY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but with practice, it'll definitely improve! (duh!)&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Percussion is such a unique section :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, i'm not that slow one lors&lt;br /&gt;jus that i did not have enough sleep lately D:&lt;br /&gt;so my mind is not working well :X&lt;br /&gt;ahh i nid more sleep&lt;br /&gt;if not i'll definitely become even more retarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! i might end off with stuffs sometimes&lt;br /&gt;yupp jus like today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Did you know that today is Egomaniac's Day? Look in the mirror, smile at your gorgeous mug and tell yourself what a great person you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahh. and a quote. might not be my style, still i like it :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"It never occurs to me that there are things I can't do." -- Whoopi Goldberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loves LanLan(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-2140209939540613810?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/2140209939540613810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=2140209939540613810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2140209939540613810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2140209939540613810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-of-farewell-plannings.html' title='A day of farewell plannings :)'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-2725424321212879455</id><published>2008-06-02T19:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:36:15.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets all learn!</title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went over to lanxin's hse AGAIN. almost the whole section went.&lt;br /&gt;we went to do farewell. i think this year we're spending a lot of time on farewell. much more than the other years. oh! the sec 2s already planned our farewell. kinda sad. they want us to leave. ): ohwell. at least we get a FABULOUS farewell. hint hint.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we laughed today. well, thats kind of all we do right.&lt;br /&gt;i learnt something abt everyone today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoying&lt;/strong&gt;: she likes babies. A LOT. kinda like sarah. sarah's like damn cute. everytime she sees a baby, she slows down and walk with the baby and make stupid sounds at it. its damn funny. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jemima&lt;/strong&gt;: she's totally unticklish. not fun. hmph. on the other hand. priscilla is damn ticklish. fun.&lt;br /&gt;-concucts an evil scheme. gives a draco grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;priscilla&lt;/strong&gt;: this girl can seduce! it was damn good okay. SERIOUSLY. but she's weird. she says she'd rather seduce people than pretend to die. i'd rather pretend to die.&lt;br /&gt;-shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sheriel&lt;/strong&gt;: whenever she dances or does poses, she has a tendency to fall down. we had a good laugh when she did. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;TWICE&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for pinching you. i needed smth to grab. i dont know how but my foot slipped into the drain. OOPS. i've got a bruised ankle now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;syahirah&lt;/strong&gt;: she tried to seduce lanxin! like whoa. and it was soooo caroline! must be you learnt from her right. i just laughed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lanxin&lt;/strong&gt;: she's slow and has bad spelling. cuz we were customising the blog and syahirah needed to type gelare but lanxin was typing for all of us. so she spelt gele and we were like 'a.r.e.' and she huh. so we said, 'a.r.e' again and she huh again. so syahirah deleted the 'e' and lanxin typed the 'e' back. this didnt happen once but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;THRICE&lt;/span&gt;! i cant remember how we ended up spelling the word. this isnt like the only incident. she takes time to process what she's gna do. its damn hilarious. oh! lanxin learnt something new today. she learnt that bus 325 goes to hse. re-emphasizing her slowness. (:&lt;br /&gt;its okay we still love you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just staring at my wall and i counted the no of photos on it. i have 23 lanxin's, 19 sheriel's and 12 syahirah's. we need to take more pictures. its been 3 years. its a pathetic amt. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've decided to each end our &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;posts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;differently. so im gna end mine with weird facts. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ventura County, California: Cats or dogs cannot mate without a permit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you know you love me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ANN-ANN(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-2725424321212879455?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/2725424321212879455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=2725424321212879455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2725424321212879455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2725424321212879455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/lets-all-learn.html' title='lets all learn!'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-2573013359285130246</id><published>2008-06-01T16:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:37:27.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my laptop crashed D:</title><content type='html'>3rd post by meee (:&lt;br /&gt;ahh&lt;br /&gt;come on babes! post!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;you all want section pictures rite?&lt;br /&gt;i only can send you those that's in my com rite now&lt;br /&gt;cos my laptop &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crashed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and who knows..&lt;br /&gt;i might lose the pictures inside when it's sent for repair):&lt;br /&gt;ahh i hope i can get it working again jus in time for the video&lt;br /&gt;oh well toodles for now&lt;br /&gt;ohoh! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday, can meet at my hse again? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i think i'm goin to sch in the mornin for some band stuffs(:&lt;br /&gt;urgh, my darling laptop&lt;br /&gt;*sniffs*&lt;br /&gt;1st my handphone, now my laptop&lt;br /&gt;wonder wad's gna die on me this time :P&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves lanlan(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: hope you gals like the blogskin, i know thr's no snare. will keep findin:D&lt;br /&gt;and don't ask me why is the piano doin thr cos i dunno why either :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-2573013359285130246?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/2573013359285130246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=2573013359285130246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2573013359285130246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2573013359285130246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-laptop-crashed-d.html' title='my laptop crashed D:'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-2907958800346390204</id><published>2008-05-31T00:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:16:51.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you miss them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rAqUij0LB-4/SEENj1G864I/AAAAAAAAAEU/4KRUeRywrj0/s1600-h/perc+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206457553419824002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rAqUij0LB-4/SEENj1G864I/AAAAAAAAAEU/4KRUeRywrj0/s320/perc+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last yr farewell(:&lt;br /&gt;i look weird:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love, lanlan(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-2907958800346390204?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/2907958800346390204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=2907958800346390204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2907958800346390204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/2907958800346390204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/05/hmm-ann-ann-wans-pictures-up-i-found.html' title='Don&apos;t you miss them?'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rAqUij0LB-4/SEENj1G864I/AAAAAAAAAEU/4KRUeRywrj0/s72-c/perc+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-7882508884912461118</id><published>2008-05-30T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:29:36.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss doing this.</title><content type='html'>i had fun today. laughed until my tummy hurts. (:&lt;br /&gt;went to lanxin's hse to do farewell&lt;br /&gt;we actually accomplished something okay.&lt;br /&gt;seriously finished it. damn pro.&lt;br /&gt;thats like a major improvement.&lt;br /&gt;we usually just sit there and gossip.&lt;br /&gt;OOPS. (:&lt;br /&gt;we didnt gossip a lot today.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry. and yes, we've gossiped abt &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; before&lt;br /&gt;-smiles sweetly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lanxin and sheriel are just too cute to be real.&lt;br /&gt;lanxin passed me a piece of tissue&lt;br /&gt;lanxin: dont tear it ah&lt;br /&gt;angeline: okayokay, you only got one piece of tissue in your hse right.&lt;br /&gt;-laughter&lt;br /&gt;so i split my tissue into half for sheriel cuz she doesnt have&lt;br /&gt;lanxin splits her tissue too&lt;br /&gt;angeline: eee. lanxin so greedy.&lt;br /&gt;dont know what i'd do without them.&lt;br /&gt;stupid funny retards.&lt;br /&gt;OH. sheriel lanxin and i have AMAZING memory!&lt;br /&gt;cant believe we rmbed all the stuff from sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss doing this. just sit around and retard with them.&lt;br /&gt;dont care abt anything.&lt;br /&gt;just laugh and laugh, eat potato chips and laugh somemore.&lt;br /&gt;i think we're weird. normal people eat potato chips.&lt;br /&gt;we eat orange flavoured cranberries and jap endame beans.&lt;br /&gt;i guess things change. we grow up. ):&lt;br /&gt;why cant we just be kids and not do work. WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure more things happened today.&lt;br /&gt;i just cant rmb. at all.&lt;br /&gt;got short term. what to do.&lt;br /&gt;-pouts.&lt;br /&gt;i think im some retard today.&lt;br /&gt;i think its the lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;dont know why. cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new contacts make me look possessed.&lt;br /&gt;according to sheriel: unnatural&lt;br /&gt;she was staring the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;my irises are just unusually big.&lt;br /&gt;i mean they're suppose to do that its just i think we're not used to it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how long this blog will last.&lt;br /&gt;im blogging cuz lanxin wanted me to.&lt;br /&gt;see how nice i am. (:&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;lanxin's the reason i dont get enough sleep. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first week of hols is ending.&lt;br /&gt;thats bad.):&lt;br /&gt;this means ____ is starting&lt;br /&gt;and im not refering to school.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. percussionists can sing. very well.&lt;br /&gt;-nods head vigorously.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;ANN-ANN(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-7882508884912461118?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/7882508884912461118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=7882508884912461118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/7882508884912461118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/7882508884912461118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-miss-doing-this.html' title='i miss doing this.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566588296636342506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831812346834434604.post-8440231882522978817</id><published>2008-05-30T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:16:28.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drop Dead Gorgeous Ones(:</title><content type='html'>yoyo!&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to have a percussion blog(:&lt;br /&gt;always the one to give retarded ideas. iknowiknow&lt;br /&gt;hahahas&lt;br /&gt;but we are so bonded can? :P&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;angie thought of that url&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh!&lt;br /&gt;i will change the blogskin ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;try to keep the blog alive ahs!&lt;br /&gt;i know that this will be better than those i shared before :D&lt;br /&gt;cos percussion jus rocks luhs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"i love percussion alot!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;my life is definitely filled with colours by these 3 retarded section mates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i love you, ann ann, zhen zhen and syah syah(:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yessss&lt;br /&gt;i love percussion&lt;br /&gt;bet you love it as much too&lt;br /&gt;cos thr's me inside! :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS&lt;br /&gt;okay make sure you keep this thing alive!&lt;br /&gt;tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves LANLAN(:&lt;br /&gt;p.s rmb to sign off with your name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/831812346834434604-8440231882522978817?l=ritardtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/feeds/8440231882522978817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=831812346834434604&amp;postID=8440231882522978817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/8440231882522978817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/831812346834434604/posts/default/8440231882522978817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritardtogether.blogspot.com/2008/05/hahas-wheeeex.html' title='The Drop Dead Gorgeous Ones(:'/><author><name>lanxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461984108166705742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwhkqUKL_Jo/Tnr245uB1FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfbE2huyKsY/s220/IMG_0064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
