<?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-21615794</id><updated>2011-06-13T15:14:03.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gothe_distance}</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>412</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615794.post-2838539276859849426</id><published>2009-01-17T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:58:18.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S BEEN AWHILE</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I've last visited and updated here. This double update and upgrade package is for those who still visit this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you didn't know, I've moved to &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/face_thefear"&gt;face_thefear&lt;/a&gt; (click it!) so please relink me if you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I've changed my email address to face.thefear@hotmail.com so please re-add me on MSN if you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You never know when I'll move back here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-2838539276859849426?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/2838539276859849426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=2838539276859849426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/2838539276859849426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/2838539276859849426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-awhile.html' title='IT&apos;S BEEN AWHILE'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-6539693303457606834</id><published>2008-06-01T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:28:35.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>411TH POST!</title><content type='html'>Bye blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/face_thefear"&gt;face_thefear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-6539693303457606834?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/6539693303457606834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=6539693303457606834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/6539693303457606834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/6539693303457606834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/06/411th-post.html' title='411TH POST!'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-5221463994583336063</id><published>2008-05-28T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:01:30.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUNNING LOW ON ENERGY</title><content type='html'>My butt muscles and my hamstrings are super tight! Stupid gym work. Thank goodness we've changed programme so we're not doing burpees (sp?!) anymore. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my math exam. Got back my results already. Perfect score! It was a unit standard, sadly. So that means you either pass or not pass. Well obviously I passed. Surprisingly a lot of people in my class failed and they have to take a reassessment this Friday O_o Lawl. I took a number test today. It was harder than I expected and I nearly couldn't finish my paper. But I'm quite confident that I'd do well. Or at least I hope :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My history project is still not exactly going anywhere. It's so hard to find appropriate evidence that I need, especially PRIMARY resources. Urgh. Must hang on in there. Bah. I even need to make a trip down to the Auckland Museum soon. If you know me well, usually I would never go to that extent to do a history project (or any other project for that matter) but for this project, it's absolutely necessary because the assignment requires us to do research on people who died more than 10 years ago -.- And they're not exactly famous -.- Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60% left on my sis's laptop battery. I better wrap this up. Anyway I don't feel like spending anymore time on my history project. My investigations internal went well today. My partner and I are off to a good start. We have 2 more periods to carry out our experiment(s) and record our results before we have to do our individual work of  writing a report and evaluating our experiment(s). Mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I made a mistake in my previous post, I think. I'm going for my Winter Meet at Hamilton in 11-13 JULY not June. Haha. I can't wait to get out of town this weekend. I think training's gonna be tougher over at Hamilton during the camp but ohwell. Uh, we're gonna have 5 training sessions over the weekend and 2 of them are diving lessons! IT'S DAMN COOL I actually get to learn how to dive from up up upppp there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall end off here. Just wanna inform all of you that my Singapore phone number has already been terminated, so please don't send any messages to that number! :P If you wanna contact me, you can email me or sms my NZ number. That is, if you know it. Yup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA nah I don't think I'll be able to pull that off, cause how much more different can I look? Not much. Haha. I'm looking forward to scaring everyone in RW too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mariechong:&lt;/b&gt; Aww, don't feel small! I feel small in all of my classes cause I'm always the youngest ):&lt; And alot of my friends can already drive but I can't yet! Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul:&lt;/b&gt; GASP! How could you get sick of cheese! I can never get sick of cheese (though sometimes I think it's better if I were XD) and YAY ARCHULETA &lt;3 But yeah you WERE kinda cheesy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandatoh:&lt;/b&gt; Hahah no.. I wore my first knee length costume when I was p4, then after that I have never worn them again.. I plan to get one again sometime soon though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandayim:&lt;/b&gt; HARLOW! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachelyu:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah he is! But I think he mighttttt be better than Daughtry, because David Cook WON. And Chris Daughtry didn't. Hahah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciafong:&lt;/b&gt; I KNOW IT'S DARN SLOW! I know what's going to happen. Jason's gonna be out, then Syesha, then David Cook wins -.- But I guess I wanna know HOW things happen so I guess that keeps me watching it. Though it kills the excitement :/ And no, David Archuleta sooooo does not look like he's trying too hard! Even if he did, it's just because David Cook looks like he doesn't NEED to try at all. (Aka OVER-CONFIDENT!!!) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cailyn:&lt;/b&gt; HOORAY ANOTHER ARCHULETA FAN! HAHA I CAN'T BELIEVE DAVID COOK WON HIM BY LIKE 12 MILLION VOTES IT'S JUST SO UNFAIR! The results just don't reflect what he's capable of ):&lt; (Quoted Mr Lau cause that's sorta what he wrote in my report -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I'm done with my post. And oh yes, I'll be moving to Xanga in a few days' time so people, BE PREPARED TO RELINK ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-5221463994583336063?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/5221463994583336063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=5221463994583336063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/5221463994583336063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/5221463994583336063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/05/running-low-on-energy.html' title='RUNNING LOW ON ENERGY'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-2626325508202366608</id><published>2008-05-24T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:58:12.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEAVE THE PAST BEHIND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/SDgQc1Ib3rI/AAAAAAAAAu0/L9DHLc18Xlo/s1600-h/01AwcAX2vn8OQAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA-_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/SDgQc1Ib3rI/AAAAAAAAAu0/L9DHLc18Xlo/s320/01AwcAX2vn8OQAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA-_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203927456911449778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is something &lt;u&gt;ALL&lt;/u&gt; historians should learn -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody history, it's seriously getting on my nerves. I'm literally sacrificing my precious weekend (which I usually spend by relaxing myself in the form of watching tv etc.) just for a stupid history project ):&lt; The worst is, the teacher only gave us the assignment (WHICH IS WORTH 4 CREDITS, I MUST EMPHASISE) on the day that she informed us! &lt;b&gt;WHY COULDN'T SHE GIVE US A WARNING!?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I would've just used every day of the weekend over the next 3 weeks (which is  a total of 6 days) to do my history project. But, I have math and inv test this Monday &amp; I am going for the dive camp next weekend. So if I don't start on my project now, I'll only have 2 days to complete the whole thing (which is utterly insane and impossible) so obviously I have to start now.. And apparently it isn't going very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I have &lt;b&gt;no freaking idea&lt;/b&gt; how to cite the source of information. THE TEACHER DIDN'T EVEN FREAKING TEACH US PROPERLY. What does she think we are!? Child prodigies!? Sheesh! ):&lt; The only example she gave us for citing the source of a piece of primary evidence is: &lt;b&gt;Petition 1893, First session of Parliament, National Archives LE1 1893 7A&lt;/b&gt;. Like, how the hell are we supposed to know what LE1 1893 7A is referring to!? The reference no.? The what?! The teacher never told us. And I am getting headaches just because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, when we find a piece of evidence on the internet and when we want to use it, and the evidence is taken from a book, &lt;b&gt;which one do we cite&lt;/b&gt; -.- Omfg lah. Cause if we cite the book, it's a must to put the page number. But if we found the evidence on the internet, how would we know which page that evidence was on in the book? -.- I mean, it would be reasonable if the teacher told us what to do if we came across stuff like that, but the point is SHE DIDN'T. This is all getting a bit ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's half past 12 midnight and I'm horribly tired and sleepy but here I am, trying to figure out what to do for a history project that I'm trying so hard to get Excellence for because it is worth 4 credits in NCEA level one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I never seemed to mind projects so much when I was in Singapore with a whole group of friends who would complain about the PTs we had to do while we all slogged through it together :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only.. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is filled with too many 'If only's. I guess my fate is that I'll die with tonnes of regrets. Ahwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandatoh:&lt;/b&gt; WHOAH that's really quick O_O How time flies. Hahahah. I have a Winter Meet (Short course) in.. 3 weeks' time! Omg I just realised that I'm going for that competition 2 days after my history project is due. Argh. Good luck to you though! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul:&lt;/b&gt; OMG YES ):&lt; ):&lt; I think! I was checking itunes for top songs, AND THEN I SAW THE FREAKING 'BANNER' THINGY ON TOP! It was advertising the songs performed by both Davids and then I saw the word '&lt;b&gt;WINNER&lt;/b&gt;' above THAT DAVID. ARGH!!!! ):&lt; Tell me my eyes were lying &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Li Ying:&lt;/B&gt; Nooooo I found out by accident. Boo hoo I am sad. Sobs. Hahah I know how to do the pervo face! It's something like (:&lt; Close to that anyway. That looks more like an evil face than pervo face. Oh well. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciafong:&lt;/b&gt; It just killed the whole purpose of watching American Idol! Today's episode just showed BROOKE WHITE was out. HOW SLOW IS THAT!? Nevermind, I shall just keep watching anyway. See how they performed. Lol. My hols don't start for another 5 weeks! *Pouts* Why do you like David Cook! ): He always looks over-confident and I don't like that. Heh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/B&gt; OH REALLY! DARN! Hahahahah if I had to go to that extent.. I guess your plan must be real good huh! Nah I'd be a gracious loser and admit defeat and applaud you people for your brilliant counter attack (: See how nice I am. LOL. Hmm maybe I should just turn up at APSC, looking totally different from last time so that no one would recognise me. Then I can pretend to be a new girl HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nickchew:&lt;/b&gt; NICKCHEW! Hello! Hahah what aly teo lah -.- Lol. I'm okay here, except for a few things which can drive me insane! (Some people here can't drive properly AT ALL and that pisses me off loads) Uh, I don't know leh. I was planning to  go back and visit during CNY 09 but then I have major competitions before and after CNY so I don't think I can escape from training.. Trying to go back during April when I have a 2-week term break because that's my off season period and everyone's entitled to a 2-week break off swimming (:&lt; Oh and I'm super happy man utd won. Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Amandakhoo:&lt;/b&gt; Yes yes I should right? But then 08-08-08 is a long long time to go.. By the time I would've forgotten to change to xanga already. Lmao. Maybe June 1st or July 1st. Heh (: I should hunt for xanga skins in the time being and come up with a new url.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K it's 1am now. Time for my (well-deserved) sleep. Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-2626325508202366608?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/2626325508202366608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=2626325508202366608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/2626325508202366608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/2626325508202366608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/05/leave-past-behind.html' title='LEAVE THE PAST BEHIND'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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/_EzASBbgxerY/SDgQc1Ib3rI/AAAAAAAAAu0/L9DHLc18Xlo/s72-c/01AwcAX2vn8OQAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA-_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615794.post-3068113617800093773</id><published>2008-05-23T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T16:54:20.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM THOUGHTS GENERATOR</title><content type='html'>"If I were destined to die young, I would want to die while I was halfway through swimming training, or a competition. Because sometimes that's the only way to show everyone how much effort I've put into training."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my suicidal random thoughts. Dangerous, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching American Idol now.. It's )(!&amp;#*^$*!&amp;# effing slow! It's only at the top 5, what the hell -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first project ever since I've enrolled in school in NZ. The bad thing is, it's a history project, and it's hell complicated, AND. IT. IS. WORTH. FOUR. CREDITS. So that means I have to put extra effort into the project. I have 3 bloody weeks but knowing myself well, 3 weeks is never going to be enough to do a project well enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is aching like shit. Shoulders hurt like hell, and so do my legs. I had beep test in school today. The same thing as the thing I ran in RGS last year when Tarbet was holding trials to look for long distance running. Omg I didn't even make it to Excellence ):&lt; I only made it to level 7.7 and that's only a Merit. Bloody hell. I bloody hate running long distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I have the weekend to rest my overly exhausted body. I should start on my history project though, if I want it to be the best it can be. But then again, I have Inv and Math exams on Monday so... Ahh what the hell. Screw exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading Ian Thorpe's Biography. It's a super duper wordy biography but it's completely worth reading! I've just starting reading it but so far so good! Some of the facts in it are really shocking and my eyes literally went O_O Hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I don't wanna make my eyes tired and add on to the physical and mental burden my body and mind have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandatoh:&lt;/b&gt; Not really lah, I still do free in main sets unless it's specified that I have to do form stroke.. I think I train more Fly than Back, ironically. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciafong:&lt;/b&gt; Eh don't call me phoenix flower! It's not funny! Hahahah. On the other hand, FEHU is :D Just kidding! How's life! I really miss talking to you ): My dad's gonna get my laptop fixed in mid July when he stops by Singapore on his way to Glasgow for a conference. It's a shame that he can't bring food here though :/ I miss Singapore food LOADS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Li Ying:&lt;/b&gt; SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP DON'T TELL ME WHO WON OR ELSE I WILL KILL YOU!!!! Aaah I wanted to visit your blog but then I'm scared that you posted who won so I don't dare to go until you tag back telling me whether you did or not (:&lt; Hawhaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jem:&lt;/b&gt; So mean! Bear in mind that I'm watching ALL OF YOU as well.. Beware cause I always have the upper hand as to when I'll drop by! HAHA I HOPE JUSTIN ISN'T THERE WHEN I VISIT APSC. That'll be super funny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; NOOOOO WHY! I don't like David Cook! ):&lt; David Archuleta deserves to win, not David Cook! Oooh how's the testing going! And how in the world do you test O_o Do you get someone to pretend to be me? HAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachelyu:&lt;/b&gt; Yes dear! Shame on you! Hahaha it's probably typo lah.. I don't think you would have gotten the name wrong. It's highly unlikely (Thought not impossible!) I wonder what people can do to get better memories.. I would like to improve mine as well.. Hmm :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mariechong:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA omg yeah I never thought of that! My sis is going for the test soon. When I get Learner's, I can drive myself to training! WHEE HOW FUN. I wouldn't have to wait for my dad anymore. Wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sahh:&lt;/b&gt; LOVE YOU TOO! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandayim:&lt;/b&gt; Well, DO YOU? HAHAH YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER THAT CAUSE I KNOW YOU DO! YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthnxbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-3068113617800093773?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/3068113617800093773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=3068113617800093773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3068113617800093773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3068113617800093773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-thoughts-generator.html' title='RANDOM THOUGHTS GENERATOR'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-2056981820347602180</id><published>2008-05-19T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:02:47.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZ...</title><content type='html'>Okay! First time that I didn't post during the weekend. You might wonder why, but let me tell you that the reason is uber obvious. &lt;b&gt;I'M FREAKING TIRED.&lt;/b&gt; And lazy, to add on to that. But that doesn't matter. The point is, I was super exhausted during the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Friday afternoon training was KILLER. Yes, seriously. 6.2km worth of backstroke. Tell me that's not tough and you can shoot me right now. (We all know you can't actually do that but again, THAT'S NOT THE POINT! :D) Anyway, we swam a total of 7km on Friday night but the actual programme was 8km! Well obviously we didn't finish it (Thank goodness!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main set was..&lt;br /&gt;1x100 on 1.50&lt;br /&gt;2x100 on 1.45 (2nd 100 faster than 1st 100)&lt;br /&gt;1x100 on 1.40 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1x100 on 1.50&lt;br /&gt;2x100 on 1.45 (2nd 100 faster than 1st 100)&lt;br /&gt;2x100 on 1.40 (Faster than previous set)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1x100 on 1.50&lt;br /&gt;2x100 on 1.45 (2nd 100 faster than 1st 100)&lt;br /&gt;3x100 on 1.40 (Faster than previous set)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1x100 on 1.50&lt;br /&gt;2x100 on 1.45 (2nd 100 faster than 1st 100)&lt;br /&gt;4x100 on 1.40 (Faster than previous set)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1x100 on 1.50&lt;br /&gt;2x100 on 1.45 (2nd 100 faster than 1st 100)&lt;br /&gt;5x100 on 1.40 (Faster than previous set)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg it took like forever to finish that. That sure looks like that was all of the main set, but you are wrong! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1x100 on 1.50&lt;br /&gt;2x100 on 1.45 (2nd 100 faster than 1st 100)&lt;br /&gt;4x200 on 3.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1x100 on 1.50&lt;br /&gt;2x100 on 1.45 (2nd 100 faster than 1st 100)&lt;br /&gt;3x200 on 3.30 (Faster than previous set)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1x100 on 1.50&lt;br /&gt;2x100 on 1.45 (2nd 100 faster than 1st 100)&lt;br /&gt;2x200 on 3.30 (Faster than previous set)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1x100 on 1.50&lt;br /&gt;2x100 on 1.45 (2nd 100 faster than 1st 100)&lt;br /&gt;1x200 on 3.30 (Faster than previous set)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ta-dah! FINALLY. I was done! I think I swam the most backstroke I have ever swam in my entire life that day. Phew! There was supposed to be 10x100 kick on 1.40 after that to end training but we didn't do it cause we ran out of time and the younger squad needed to use the pool (:&lt; I wouldn't have made the kick set anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Saturday morning! Another very very tough training. It was quite fun, but it was terribly tiring. We had 30x66 'relays'. Yeah, well, sorta like relay stuff. It's really hard to explain what we did in words, so I shall skip it. Basically all you need to know was that it was horribly tiring and I am super glad that I got Corey for my relay partner. I would've died if I didn't get someone fast. Lucky Tessa got Cameron for her partner and her team almost always won the relays cause of that ):&lt; Pfft better luck next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stroke check with Gary later that Saturday afternoon was interesting.. I did some work on my backstroke and backstroke start. HAHAHA it was hilarious to do the 'drills' for backstroke start. Gary claims that Aaron Peirsol (sp?) did those drills for his backstroke and that they'll really help me. ROFL anyway I think I improve my backstroke more if I consistently try to do what Gary taught me that day. Really helpful. I also finally got my Fly stroke right. I got it right but then Gary left for Aust then I sorta reverted back to my old Fly. But I have the technique right now and I'm not letting it slip again! (: Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay school's been pretty much the same.. My exams are up next week and my Dive Camp at Hamilton over the Queen's birthday holiday is coming up too! (: Oh, and I've got Counties Winter League which is sort of a fornight-ly competition thing that I have to swim for my club. Interested to know what goes on during those competitions. I'm guessing it'll turn out like the Hi-Pop League that Singapore had years ago. Haha cool. My team is called HPK Firebirds -.- Don't ask me why it's called that. Luckily I have Liz and Jess in my team so I know someone whom I can ask questions. Lol. And I can't wait for Hamilton Winter Meet! Cause it's my very first short course comp and I wanna see what my 50 free timing turns out to be. Better be good &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, nothing else I guess. That pretty much covers my life so far. Exams next week but I'll squeeze in time to post during the weekend before that. Yup I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandatoh:&lt;/b&gt; LOL It's damn slow lah. My 50 free PB has been the same since 2005.  I'm damn lousy now lah I bet you can win me easily hahaha. I'll tell you if I get a PB during a competition but until then, train hard! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; Ooh sorry I didn't relink you earlier. I never noticed you changed url hahah. Blur me. And what the hell if you wanna ruin my plan then I don't go and visit APSC already! Hmphz! Lol the worst is I just announce that I'm going over lorh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jem:&lt;/b&gt; Ah hah! Does that mean that if I let you in on it, then you'll be my accomplice and then you'll backstab APSC? No right? So what's the point of telling you -.- HAHAHAHA. Me and my warped reasoning. I am so ashamed of myself haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachelyu:&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHAHAHA indiv pictures! Omg it'll be so embarrassing if the pics were unglam! And gasp D: Rachelyu ruihua how could you have spelt Aliciatan's middle name wrongly! Shame on you! HAHAHA just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciafong:&lt;/b&gt; Hah, see even YOU know how to spell Aliciatan's middle name! Lmao.   No actually you can just ask suzie to call you Fehu and call Aliciatan Actoob. HAHAHAHAH JOKES. Eh rmb last year before an exam, this teacher found a piece of paper that said "Actoob" and he was like, "A-C-T oob?" or sth like that. HAHAH funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mariechong:&lt;/b&gt; Haha I don't wanna stay 14! I wanna be 15 cause then I can get my drivers license! MY SISTER IS GOING TO TAKE THE TEST SOON! Unfair! &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Li Ying:&lt;/b&gt; No Hitler is not cool! He has a freaky moustache and he looks ugly -.- But he's freaking smart and that's what I like about him :P Hehehe. Sadly he's cruel, if not he could be remembered by everyone for the good reasons ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clement:&lt;/b&gt; Are you sure!? Nah I don't think so lah -.- Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciatan:&lt;/b&gt; Duh I know you were talking to Rachel -.- I shall quote you: "You think I stupid ah!?" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA Omg hilarious. You and your magmar! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA CAN'T. STOP. LAUGHING! I think you made your one week thing.. If I'm not wrong :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coolest:&lt;/B&gt; ARE YOU SERIOUS THAT ALL YOUR FRIENDS SUPPORT COOK!? Whaaaaaaaaat! No no no no that is so wrong! Cook always looks so confident and he always thinks he'll make it through to the next round. Irritatinggggg! ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay shall be nice and stop hogging my sis's laptop. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-2056981820347602180?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/2056981820347602180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=2056981820347602180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/2056981820347602180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/2056981820347602180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/05/zzz.html' title='ZZZ...'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-7259179281040169896</id><published>2008-05-15T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T12:52:40.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDER THE FLAGS</title><content type='html'>Today's one of my uhm, more enjoyable days of my life. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, I had a great training this morning. 60x33: 5 sets of (4 torpedo fly kick + 4 form kick + 4 free kick) on 1min. The aim was to break below 30secs for every single one of them. Although I didn't make that target, I was quite proud of myself for making 30secs with a few below 30secs for torpedo fly kick! Gasp, who ever knew Aly was in fact, quite good in u/w fly kick? LOL. For form kick, I did Back, which isn't such a surprise that I could make below 30 if I wanted to try hard enough.. Mostly I did 31s which was pretty okay for me too. Free kick.. Hmm, never made 1 below 30! Not a surprise though; my free kick is the weakest (if you don't count breaststroke XD) but I made a good effort to maintain below 35 for all. Yay me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a rule now that no one's allowed to breathe under the flags, or the 1st stroke after push-off. Anddddd we have to do at least 8 u/w kicks before coming up to the surface. It's freaking hard! But the punishment is even scarier. If Gary catches anyone breaking the rules, he'll make them do 1000 turns. Apparently that punishment isn't something he made up to scare people into doing them - &lt;b&gt;It's actually real&lt;/b&gt;. The other time, he made everyone in the squad do 1000 turns cause they broke the rules. Luckily, I left early for school and escaped it. Better make sure I don't break the rules (or even if I do, I better not get caught ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gym later. Probably will be the only one. Oh well. Gym isn't too bad, if you stretch a lot after that. The first 2 sessions made me ache a lot but it's better now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stroke check with Gary at Pakuranga College this Saturday at 1pm. Damn it, Saturday morning was supposed to be the best session because it's the LAST! Gyah now I have to swim on a Saturday afternoon =.= Bleaurgh, hope Gary doesn't make me TRAIN HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; JUSTIN!! How could you do this to me! Now I have to think of so many back-up plans! ):&lt; Meanie! HAHA holey moley I don't think I can scare any of you now. HMPH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandakhoo:&lt;/b&gt; LOL it wasn't lor sor lah.. It was just.. plain RANDOM! But random is good, and I tell that to everyone ;D Wheeee. (See that was random XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Huazhen:&lt;/b&gt; OMG, what was your reaction when you found it? HAHA I would've liked to see it (:&lt; Lawl I can't help but giggle when I imagine you opening your bio journal and finding it &gt;.&lt; MISS YOU HELL LOADS ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachelyu:&lt;/B&gt; WHAAAAT! That's impossible! He's like ten thousand years older than you HAHAHA jokes. Is he really that short? I mean, I know he's short but that was only compared to the other people.. If he's shorter than you then it means he's shorter than me too! YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandatoh:&lt;/B&gt; Aiyo, did you join S'pore open on your own accord or did your coach make you swim? There's a difference you know.. Haha. I hope you get PBs but just don't be faster than me can already! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Siyan:&lt;/b&gt; AAH! Really! Omg why aren't you following her! ):&lt; Hahaha just kidding. Yup it's really nice here but it's a lot colder compared to Singapore, even during Summer! (: The traffic here is really bad sometimes too, but I guess you just have to live with it :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Li Ying:&lt;/b&gt; TOO LATE I SIDED BRITAIN! :D Eeyer who wants to side Germany in WWII -.- What with the Nazi things and all that. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jem:&lt;/b&gt; Nooooo you can't do this to me too! Hmphs. This is so unfair! The whole of APSC against ME! That's like 30+ vs 1! UNFAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandayim:&lt;/b&gt; Yowza! I'll reply your email today but I'm not sure about what will happen to NZ in 10,000 years time or whatever cause I'm not exactly learning that.. Will do my best to help you though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul:&lt;/b&gt; Thanks dude(tte). Yes it really sucks big time, cause we have to take a sample and then we have to memorise the method and write it down for the test and do a lot more stupid stuff.. Sianz -.- Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clement:&lt;/b&gt; Hey! No lah where got sec3 stuff.. I don't even know what sec 3s in Singapore learn -.- It's probably more like sec 2 stuff. Yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coolest:&lt;/B&gt; Yes better archuleta than cook! Cook always looks so cocky ):&lt; Hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, that's all for now. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-7259179281040169896?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/7259179281040169896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=7259179281040169896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7259179281040169896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7259179281040169896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/05/under-flags.html' title='UNDER THE FLAGS'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-3909113013778925393</id><published>2008-05-10T12:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T12:53:44.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGH OF 75</title><content type='html'>Yay the weekend is finally here! Funny how time flies during the holidays, but &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; during school term. I'm so glad week 1 of term 2 is finally over. 8 more weeks to go and I'll be enjoying another 2-week-long school term break (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have received some wonderful news, as well as some horrible news over the past week. Let's review them so that I won't forget the dates so easily (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a swim camp during the Queen's birthday holiday! (Yes, there &lt;b&gt;IS&lt;/b&gt; such a holiday here. Weird huh :P) The best thing is, I'll be out of town! Haha. The camp's not in Auckland.. It's in Hamilton, so that means I get to travel to a new city next month! Yay! Uhm, I'll be leaving on 30th May, Friday, and I'll only come back on 2nd June, Monday! (Monday's the public holiday) Haha I'm not sure how this camp is going to turn out.. I'll try to enjoy it as best as I can (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news. I have a Math Internal exam (Internal meaning the exam takes place in class) on 26 May, Monday, on &lt;b&gt;STATISTICS&lt;/b&gt;. Tell me that is the worst topic ever. Bleaurgh. It makes me sick knowing that I have to take an exam (Yup, an exam is different from a class test which is not counted) on the things that I did for my Math PT last year in RGS. What with all the mean median mode standard deviation interquartile range bullshit. UGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I have a Investigations Internal exam (!!!) on the &lt;b&gt;VERY SAME DAY&lt;/b&gt;. 26 May, Monday. What the hell. Investigations &lt;i&gt;shouldn't&lt;/i&gt; be as bad though.. We just have to pretend we're carrying out an experiment and write a report on it. Things like: Aim of experiment, hypothesis, variables, method, results table, graph, trend of graph, conclusion and discussion. Lessons on that don't seem so bad, so I'm hoping the exam won't be so bad too. If I'm not wrong, the exam is over a few lessons so I finish the exam on 5 June, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another exam: Chemistry Internal! The one I am looking forward to &lt;b&gt;THE MOST&lt;/b&gt;. Why? Because (for a very very weird reason) I love Chemistry! It's definitely a lot easier to grab the concepts now than last year when I first learnt Chemistry. I think what I learnt last year really helped a lot. And I'll be carrying out actual experiments for my internal exam so that should be pretty fun too! Bad thing is, I'll have to prepare for my exam during camp, cause my exam is on the day after I come back from camp - 3rd June, Tuesday. Rahhh the way things are so cramped up together, I'll soon run out of time to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WONDERFULLY EXCELLENT NEWS. My dad is going to Glasgow (sp?) for work in mid July (I think around the 12th or sth. Not sure) &lt;b&gt;AND HE IS STOPPING BY SINGAPORE FOR A FEW DAYS! AH!!&lt;/b&gt; He can drop my laptop off for repair in Singapore before leaving for Glasgow and then when he stops by Singapore on his way back to NZ, he can get it back! HIP HIP, HURRAY! Hahah my dad's so lucky to be able to go back to Singapore so soon after coming here -.- Who expected that he'd be the first to go back. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he's away on work, I'LL BE AT HAMILTON WINTER CHAMPS! If I'm not wrong. Yup, so happens that the days that my dad is away from NZ, I'll be in Hamilton having a winter meet! My very first meet in winter! Cool. I just hope we're staying over in Hamilton (Because Hamilton is only a 2-hour drive away from Auckland, so it's not exactly necessary to stay overnight there) because if we don't, I WILL HAVE NO TRANSPORT D: Which worries me a &lt;s&gt;bit&lt;/s&gt; lot. Training hard right now and I don't think Hamilton Winter Champs is that big a comp so no pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm should get back to History homework (I have to draw a bloody propaganda poster siding either Germany, Britain or France -.-) and then I should try and figure out how to do my English homework (MacBeth! Omg someone KILL ME.) Then I'll be free for the rest of the weekend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciatan:&lt;/b&gt; Ahem ahem, I'm scared my com is too lag to even have a convo on msn so there's no point! I'll try to though.. Wish me luck XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul:&lt;/b&gt; AHHH LUCKY YOU your exams are over already! Mine are coming so I'll have to hang in there! EEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachelyu:&lt;/b&gt; Rofl DAVID ARCHULETAAAA &lt;3 Actually the two Davids are really talented. David A. can sing very very well but David C. is really talented in the sense that he can change the song to suit him no matter what song it is. Hahah but I still like David A. better! Omg yknow that time the idols performed Don't Stop The Music by Rihanna? It was horrible I tell you :X And no worries, I WILL REMEMBER! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claireteng:&lt;/b&gt; NOOOOOOO I should've gone to West Mall a few times before I left! *Regrets* Hahahah okay I will reply you too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clairelye:&lt;/b&gt; Hi Claire! How are you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jem:&lt;/B&gt; Hahahahaha cannot let you in, cause when I scare Justin, I wanna scare you too ;D Top secret! Shhhhh :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandatoh:&lt;/b&gt; Siao! Who swims Singapore open for fun?! I hate Singapore open -.- Have to swim with people older than you and that makes me feel damn slow. Last time I swam with Tingwen! She drowned me! (Tingwen, if you read this, IT'S TRUE! Haha! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cailyn:&lt;/b&gt; Yes definitely loved it! I'm keeping it in a safe place and I'll reminisce about the past and fun times we had together &lt;b&gt;influencing people&lt;/b&gt;. *Inside joke* (:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandakhoo:&lt;/B&gt; HAHA You're damn funny lah! You wrote on transparent paper! I love your writing, it's awesome! The colours are so pretty too (: Thanks so much yeah! Lol and don't mention exams to me cause yours has finished and mine is starting! Aah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Richard:&lt;/b&gt; Hello CHARD aka MEATBALL! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sah:&lt;/b&gt; YAH! I still think him trying to reach all the keys with his tiny fingers is damn funny and cute! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seankoh:&lt;/b&gt; Wah so mean! What, prejudiced against females is it! Lol joking. Syesha has a great voice, but I don't think she has what it takes to win. Yup I think it's gonna be David and David in the finals too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; Don't worry I didn't let Jem in on the masterplan.. So when you get shocked by me, you won't be alone and you won't have to feel bad about it then (:&lt; Hawhaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coolest:&lt;/b&gt; Random is cool! Archelta FTW &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Li Ying:&lt;/b&gt; Huh ooh do you mean you got a tagboard? Or do I still have to leave comments -.- LOL no problem I'll still visit your blog ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoah uber long post today! Maybe a short one tmr to complement it. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-3909113013778925393?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/3909113013778925393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=3909113013778925393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3909113013778925393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3909113013778925393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/05/high-of-75.html' title='HIGH OF 75'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-3113873189843749907</id><published>2008-05-07T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T12:38:07.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTACK OF THE RUBBER!</title><content type='html'>Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the only thing I can say right now. Okay, not literally, but you get what I mean -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my dental appointment. It was at 9am on Tuesday, so I trained the full session, got out of the pool at 8am, showered, went to the dentist, finished my appointment at 9.30am, didn't wanna go to school cause I had PE first block so I went home first and slacked around until 10am before going to school (: How genius am I. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that isn't the point. Now I have to wear rubber bands again (Darn I hate those things). But it's worse this time.. A lot more painful. Apparently I'm wearing only ONE rubber band, from the top left of my teeth to the bottom right of my teeth. So when I open my mouth, you can see my rubber band "drawing" a line across my mouth. Urgh. Irritating. It hurts like hell plus I can't even YAWN properly -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my very first land training on Tuesday night! Yes, my session is from 6.10pm to around 6.45pm or somewhere around there. The session may seem really short, but the exercises we do are tough! I was surprised to see Kate in my group cause I expected everyone to be in the group above me.. So there you go. My body is aching ALL OVER (Not kidding!) and I could barely move this morning. Oh, I can do 4 pull-ups now! :D Compared to the 0 that I did (Or should I say, didn't?) do while I was in COE, that's a HUGE improvement (: Land training tmr evening again. Sigh :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not training this afternoon cause I'm aching all over. Good enough reason I guess. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron:&lt;/b&gt; Whatever lah! If you had the talent of dancing, you'd be on So You Think You Can Dance or whatever that show's called. Oh wait, it's something like The Dance Floor in S'pore right? Haha I've never watched that show XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seankoh:&lt;/b&gt; I don't know why it's so lag here! But even I know the top 4 already.. If I'm not wrong, it's Syesha, Jason, David and David. Right right right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; OF COURSE IT'S A SURE WIN THING! (: Haha, if you actually catch me before I can even carry out my masterplan, pretend you didn't see anything and act surprised when I appear!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mariechong:&lt;/b&gt; Yupyup definitely getting used to life here, doesn't mean I don't miss Singapore! Aww, you don't have to say it before I miss you (: And being young IS good! Why, do you want to be 14 so soon? LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandatoh:&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHA I get to escape school nats with huiyu! How lucky is that. Well, uh, good luck with swimming with her! *Sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul:&lt;/b&gt; Hey, at least you got some days off! I didn't even take any days off when everyone got to have 2 weeks off swimming if they wanted to ):&lt; Are you serious that amanda's gonna get you phish food?! Oh no what if they taste like worms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eve:&lt;/b&gt; Haha no not really! You have no idea how happy I'll be to actually see someone I've known for longer than the 4 months I've been here.. And honestly I think a lot of the swimmers in my club need discipline.. Sometimes they really get to my head.. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jem:&lt;/b&gt; YAY I am so proud of you! All my effort in teaching you paid off. HAHA! You're welcome (: Yes yes will go back asap. Trust me, I really want to! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachelyu:&lt;/b&gt; I know! And I don't know WHY! DON'T SPOIL IT FOR ME THOUGH. I just hope David Archuleta wins! &lt;3 Who are you rooting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandayim:&lt;/b&gt; SMART GIRL! It's to get updates in my emails I get from xanga subcriptions so that I don't have to go blog hopping to read your updates all the time! (: How smart am I! But don't worry I'll drop by once in a while to tag (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-3113873189843749907?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/3113873189843749907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=3113873189843749907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3113873189843749907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3113873189843749907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/05/attack-of-rubber.html' title='ATTACK OF THE RUBBER!'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-3538221992960811536</id><published>2008-05-03T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T19:19:52.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDOL GIVES BACK</title><content type='html'>Just got back from watching the 3-hour-long episode of American Idol with Idol Gives Back. Many performances today.. Even Miley Cyrus was there but she always sings the songs I don't like -.- But it was sad that Michael Johns (sp?) is out ): I always wanted Kristy Lee-Cook to be out but she always emerges SAFE. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, training this morning was relatively okay, because we did the set on our own mainly. The sets didn't have any times so we took our own sweet time (: Haha. Something very interesting came out of this morning's training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For chinese food, fried is GOOD. But for western food, fried means fucking kentucky fried chicken!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg hilarious rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School begins after this weekend. Oh boy, oh boy. First gym session on Tuesday and will be having gym workouts every Tues &amp; Thurs after afternoon training. Gyah &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran out of words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciatan:&lt;/b&gt; Muahahah that is your own fault! Blame no one but yourself XD LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claireteng:&lt;/b&gt; CLAIRETENG! Omg I received your presents already! I can't believe you got me such wonderful gifts! It must've cost you quite a lot. The earrings are so pretty!!! Where do you get them from! Next time I wanna go and buy hahah (: Thank you so much! Btw, I can't share with you. Tell you why in my email ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul:&lt;/b&gt; Lucky! I'm so darn tired every single day cause I have to wake up early for training, and then I go straight to school, and then straight to training, and then back home to finish up my work. By the time I'm done, I would've been dead tired and there goes the day. That's why I don't post so much these days. Zzz.. And aww, poor you ): No fish food. (Omg that sounded weird O_o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eve:&lt;/b&gt; EVE! (: Hello! I love you loads too. Hahah life's life. Training, school, more training.. The usual. How are you coming along? Coping with training? Aah yknow when I learnt that John was leaving Singapore, I actually hoped he would come here to NZ! Cause my coach wanted to hire him but there wasn't any position available for him ): Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron:&lt;/b&gt; Oh fine.. You're the pro. Haha I wonder who you'll get as your dance partner this year (:&lt; If there's a dance, rmb to send me a video! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ivy:&lt;/b&gt; AWW! What a pity! Your blogskin was really really cute (: Lol no problem man. I hope you enjoyed your birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandatoh:&lt;/b&gt; Hmm definitely going back, but not sure when. I wanted to go back in Jan/feb 09 but I have a comp in Jan and Nationals in March so I don't know.. We'll see how lah. Swimming's swimming. Basically training hard, and starting gym training next week. Hope it's not too bad (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sah:&lt;/b&gt; Omg I watched it already! That boy's so cute and he's really good to be able to play that at that age.. His fingers are so small!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall spare your eyes and end here. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-3538221992960811536?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/3538221992960811536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=3538221992960811536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3538221992960811536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3538221992960811536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/05/idol-gives-back.html' title='IDOL GIVES BACK'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-2625622380520952118</id><published>2008-05-01T05:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T05:44:43.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAYDAY</title><content type='html'>Today's the 1st of May. That should be a good enough reason to post (: Haha I know I've been putting off blogging for quite a few days (I last promised to post on Tuesday, after physio) but all those who know me well should know that procrastinating is one of my bad habits (And unfortunately I'm REALLY good at it) so there you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a report from my physio on my postural analysis. It's a whole lot of chim stuff so I can't be bothered to post it here. And I've got a lot of exercises I've gotta do to improve my posture cause my left shoulder is lower than my right shoulder. Other than that I've also got a whole lotta stuff to improve on. Next check-up is in mid June so hopefully I'll see a difference (for the better) in my posture (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training's been HELL worse without Jana, Horst and Gary! What the hell is wrong with Horst man. When he's around, the sets aren't that tough. When he's away, the sets he emails to Sam is SO DARN TOUGH. I nearly died last night and this morning. But nevertheless I'm proud that I made all the times and never gave up although I was super tempted to just slack XD I hope Gary will see my improvement over the last month he's been away (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, nothing else I suppose. School starts on Monday next week and I'm definitely not looking forward to it. Shall get back to replying emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ck:&lt;/b&gt; I KNOW! Well at least Man Utd got through for the champions league. They won Barcelona! :D If Man Utd wins the next 2 matches for EPL, then they'll win (: *Crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amanda:&lt;/b&gt; OH NO WHICH AMANDA ARE YOU! Although I'm not sure who, I'm guessing it's Amanda yim. If it is, EMAIL ME! The house PC is so lag I don't wanna make things worse by logging on MSN ): Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul:&lt;/b&gt; GASPS! D: You'll definitely catch up with me cause you post so much more regularly than I do! Sobsob ): And have you tasted FISH food? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachelyu:&lt;/b&gt; ROFL I wonder why I am not surprised.. Man, I haven't talked to you for ages now that I don't go on msn! ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron:&lt;/b&gt; Hi LIM! Life's the same. Having holidays now, but it's ending in a few days. Have been training hard. I'm sure you are too! (: You looking forward to S'pore open and SEA Age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandatoh:&lt;/b&gt; HEY! Yup it's been a long time since I last talked to you. Things here are fine, I guess. Could be a lot better if the weather wasn't so bad! Hahah. How bout you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claireteng:&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHAHAHA NO I'M NOT GOING TO SHARE HIM WITH YOU! Nah just kidding. Sure I'll reply your email right after this! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; Aww that's so sad! ): Yknow when I first met my physio, he asked me whether I swam fly. And I was like, "No, I swim free." He said, "Thank goodness. Flyers are the bane of my life. Too many problems." Hahah quite funny. Well at least YOU don't swim fly! (: So things shouldn't be THAT bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done I'm outta here (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-2625622380520952118?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/2625622380520952118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=2625622380520952118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/2625622380520952118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/2625622380520952118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/05/mayday.html' title='MAYDAY'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-7742901454394869126</id><published>2008-04-28T06:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T06:25:43.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>401ST POST!</title><content type='html'>YAY I've reached my 401st post. How awesome is that! Hahaha. I'm in a good mood because I skipped training on Sat morning cause I was too tired + Jana, Horst, and Gary are away in Perth (I think) for some coaches convention and I have many sessions off this week cause of that. So I shall reply tag replies that are more recent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caro:&lt;/b&gt; Awww, it's okay.. You can pull my arms and drag me wherever you want when I'm back in Sg for holidaying! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; I KNOWWWW! It's so frustrating! It could've been a draw but STUPID. PENALTY. AT. 87TH. MINUTE! Rahhh ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandakhoo:&lt;/b&gt; Okay you're weird. Those 2 things have NOTHING in common!! ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul:&lt;/b&gt; Nurul.. That was random.. And did you eat it in the end? If you did, what does it taste like! I've always been curious XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go facebooking now. Blog tmr after I come back from physio perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-7742901454394869126?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/7742901454394869126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=7742901454394869126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7742901454394869126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7742901454394869126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/04/401st-post.html' title='401ST POST!'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-6138579296828091958</id><published>2008-04-24T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T15:14:37.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO CLOSE</title><content type='html'>Awww haha it's funny to see people argue on my tagboard :P Once again, thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday! (: Don't worry I'm not sad one bit cause I know everyone of you is with me spiritually :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, don't worry if your mail doesn't reach here on time.. It usually takes like 2 weeks or something (according to my sister) for mail to reach here from Singapore. I KNOW IT'S FREAKING LONG but nevermind. It's the thought that counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway training has been really good these days. I'm making almost all the kick sets nowadays. Yay me! *claps* And I haven't ran at all this week cause my bloody foot is still swollen. I've tried icing it, rubbing oil on it, stuff like that but it still won't go away! Now whenever I push off the wall after a turn, it hurts like shit. I also look like an idiot when I walk cause I'm limping -.- Gyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else. Oh yeah. I went to get a total body check-up for physio on Tuesday. Guess what! As all the physiotheraphists I've seen in Singapore, this one also told me that one of my legs is longer than the other. Specifically, my right leg is longer than the left. By like 5mm max. HAHA. Uhm I also found out that my feet are somewhat weirdly shaped too, but I don't know how to explain it. I'll be going to the physio a few more times to finish my check-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also starting gym next term so that means more training! Aah! I don't know how gym works here and I'll be oh-so-confused because everyone else is already in a higher level than me! &gt;.&lt; Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think this is a relatively long post compared to the few posts before this one. I shall blog again on Saturday once I've finished my reading log homework (Shut up, don't comment on my procrastination! XD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall get back to checking email cause I have 66 unread emails D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Claireteng! HE NOTICED ME TODAY HAHAHAHAHAHA. Inside joke people (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-6138579296828091958?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/6138579296828091958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=6138579296828091958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/6138579296828091958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/6138579296828091958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-close.html' title='SO CLOSE'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-1389377657440449802</id><published>2008-04-20T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:24:16.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But what's a birthday if there's no one to share the joy with? ):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally 14 now, a &lt;b&gt;HUGE&lt;/b&gt; thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday, and I just wanna let you guys know that NO ONE can replace any of you in my heart! Although my com is spoiled and I won't have a com of my own until God-knows-when, you can always email me and I'll reply you whenever I'm logged on! Also there's snail mail which is pretty fun, too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm very upset by the fact that there's no one to celebrate my birthday with, thank you so much for not forgetting me. It means a lot to me, especially since I'm alone over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss everyone in Singapore loads. Love you all so very much &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, and here's to a great year ahead. Better luck with that ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-1389377657440449802?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/1389377657440449802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=1389377657440449802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/1389377657440449802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/1389377657440449802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-6212466522808665542</id><published>2008-04-19T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T16:56:10.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Hey guys I'm finally on the computer to blog now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've received news that my hardware on my computer has screwed up, so I can't get it fixed until we go back to Singapore to fix it under the warantee thingy (I have no idea how to spell it). So yeah you won't see me online every single day anymore.. Which is pretty sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm basically my right foot is swollen now, so I couldn't run this morning. It hurts like shit and nothing is making the swell go away! ): We had relays this morning and it was tonnes of fun haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School hols are here so I don't have school until 2 weeks later! Yay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup basically that's it I guess.. Uhm if anyone has received some wacko email from my email add, that's just because someone hacked my account while I have not been online for some time. Yup. I have checked my sent folder upon van's warning and it has been confirmed that my account was hacked. Thanks loads van, I owe you one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really really really exhausted so I guess I'll reply your tags in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyone:&lt;/b&gt; Hey guys, I'm so sorry but I don't have the time (nor energy) to reply all your tags.. All I can say is I WILL WILL WILL try to go back and visit Singapore soon, and that I'll email you guys if there's a need to. Miss y'all like hell! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-6212466522808665542?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/6212466522808665542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=6212466522808665542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/6212466522808665542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/6212466522808665542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-2727169697425768606</id><published>2008-04-17T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:16:56.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR TIME NOW</title><content type='html'>Okay people, I've finally finished all my tests in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem on Wed was a confirmed failure. Zomg lah I couldn't finish the paper, and I didn't know how to answer half of the bloody questions! ):&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inv today wasn't that bad. I think I can get at least a Merit, or Excellence if I'm lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my Math results. Perfect score baby! (: Excellence of course (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng wasn't too good. I got Achieved. But ohwell since when did I ever get good results for Lit in secondary school anyway!? I've always been passing by a mark or two. Guess it's the same here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just trying to do a few book reports so that I can complete 9 over the holidays and I'll be FREEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homg so many tag replies to reply I think I shall stop procrastinating and start doing my work. Shall reply tags on the weekend, when I can use my sis's com for longer hours. Till then, no emails will be replied either. I'm very sorry Cheryl ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-2727169697425768606?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/2727169697425768606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=2727169697425768606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/2727169697425768606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/2727169697425768606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-time-now_17.html' title='OUR TIME NOW'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-7998491272794757532</id><published>2008-04-12T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T11:06:05.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRASH</title><content type='html'>Hey guys sorry haven't been updating in a while. My com has FINALLY decided to break down on Thursday afternoon. I couldn't turn it on, so my dad sent it for repair. Thing is, things progress really slowly here, so I have no idea when my laptop is coming back. Might be 1 week, or 1 month, half a year... Argh let's not think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using my sis's com PLUS I've got 4 tests to study for next week, so I'll end off my post with tag replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 more days! (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claireteng:&lt;/b&gt; Haha no lah not really. The other day my arms and feet were NUMB cause it was sooo cold. But getting used to it already (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciatan:&lt;/b&gt; AIYA you don't watch American Idol how would you know -.- Anyway he's this really cute 17 year old guy who's a super good singer too :D No need for presents, don't worry! (: I dunno whether you've reached one week or not.. Probably did already. Don't lie aliciatan we all know you love Mr DS! (:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandakhoo:&lt;/b&gt; LOL ya aliciatan's damn slow. Okay maybe not that bad because she doesn't watch American Idol. SAD LAH! Cheyy you never check for your tag reply more carefully lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Li Ying:&lt;/b&gt; Is that a movie!? I'm super outdated about movies now because they don't advertise movies much here! ):&lt; HAHA LI YING I KNOW YOU'RE JEALOUS MR DS DIDN'T RUN WITH YOUR CLASS INSTEAD! And chill lah don't get so uptight about your secret admirer! WHY YOU DUMP HIM!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sahh:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA SAH YOU MEAN 10m/s!? Eh that's damn fast yknow. That means you'll finish 50m kick in 5s. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciafong:&lt;/b&gt; Haha no worries man, anyway my com isn't around so I won't be logging in regularly, so it's alright. Li Ying's just trying to act strong when she pretends it's not bothering her, so make sure you're always there for her to help her! ;D HAHAHA yup! Don't bother about presents kay! LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coolest:&lt;/b&gt; Hahah ohman I don't know who will be out tonight! Everyone seemed to perform badly at the 2nd round of The Beatles.. Except our oh-so-wonderful David Archuleta! Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul:&lt;/b&gt; Omg that was some SERIOUS miscommunication! Sorry I should've paid more attention.. Hahah. LOL you don't have to be good at something to enjoy it (: No it's 8 more days now! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peiqi:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah I understand.. Luckily I escaped all those! I HATE SL! I'm so glad  I left before I had to even suffer it :D Yup I'll definitely try to visit but I'm not so sure when because I've got swim comps all year round so I'll try to squeeze it in my schedule! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; 8 MORE DAYS TO MY BIG DAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sakeenah:&lt;/b&gt; HEY SAKEENAH! Yeah it's a nice blogskin eh! It's from a long long time ago though XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, will probably borrow my sis's com on Tuesday or something again. Till then, back to mugging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-7998491272794757532?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/7998491272794757532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=7998491272794757532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7998491272794757532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7998491272794757532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/04/crash.html' title='CRASH'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-8956956335056146127</id><published>2008-04-09T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:20:41.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think I'm already over you, but whenever I see/hear something that reminds me of a significant event that happened with you in it, I'm not so sure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there would be someone who would truly understand, and help me through all of this. But for now, it's time to put aside feelings. Train hard, study hard, and we'll talk about it again when I've graduated from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R_yKRuISGDI/AAAAAAAAAus/DH5XZ9hFLqU/s1600-h/01AwcAX1IayaMAAAADAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R_yKRuISGDI/AAAAAAAAAus/DH5XZ9hFLqU/s320/01AwcAX1IayaMAAAADAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187172907869149234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-8956956335056146127?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/8956956335056146127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=8956956335056146127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/8956956335056146127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/8956956335056146127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/04/random.html' title='RANDOM'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R_yKRuISGDI/AAAAAAAAAus/DH5XZ9hFLqU/s72-c/01AwcAX1IayaMAAAADAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615794.post-140527222107214016</id><published>2008-04-08T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T16:46:37.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACHING LIKE HELL!</title><content type='html'>Ran again this morning. This time I didn't walk AT ALL okay! Homg I seriously died. It was 13 degrees cold this morning but running with just shirt and shorts was pretty okay. Didn't even feel cold. Alex Cameron and Andrei ran without their t-shirts on! They're plain insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning programme was 1km own choice equipment then 20 relays! HAHA damn fun but I had to leave for school after 1 relay! ):&lt; But at least &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; talked to me because I was acting blur and ignorant. Hahaha :D I like the sound of that person's voice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school nothing much happened. Same old, same old. Just that I ponned swimming PE by pretending I didn't bring my togs. Hey I was damn tired okay. My legs were so painful that I looked like a retard when I walk -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon training was a bit more tiring. Stupid sculling! Plus Horst LOVES to give IM sets and I have to go extra hard to make time gyahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall finish up my homework and then watch a bit of tv :D I hope I don't do too badly in all of next week's tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandakhoo:&lt;/b&gt; Omg you got tag meh! WHERE GOT!? Man, you and amandayim HAVE to differentiate yourselves. HAHA Aiyah it's okay lah. I think I also blur blur put things on the wrong place before XD LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandayim:&lt;/B&gt; Cheyy that one I also have. It's damn embarrassing lah! But I think aliciatan has the most number of embarrassing pictures (:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coolest:&lt;/b&gt; YAY We're too cool to be true HAHAHA. I think David Hernandez was quite good too. Danny was super gay man. The way he talks and does stuff is so much like a girl. Eeeyer. Ultimately my fave is still DAVID ARCHULETA &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul:&lt;/b&gt; Huh? Wait, do you take GERMAN?! I thought you took French! Wait wait wait is your seatmate in your class!? Cause last time you tagged that your seatmate was a guy. "I'm trying to convince my seatmate that he sucks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciatan:&lt;/b&gt; OH YES YOU ARE :D Hahaha just kidding lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mariechong:&lt;/b&gt; LOL things are the same I guess. End of term one of school is coming and we're starting a new season for swimming. It's autumn now so yup! Getting colder but it's still bearable (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Li Ying:&lt;/B&gt; YAY Then we can spend the whole day talking to each other on msn! Whee! I love school hols (: AND DAVID ARCHULETA AS WELL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peiqi:&lt;/b&gt; Yup everything's good. How bout you? Hahah hope sec 2 life hasn't killed you.. yet! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WXy:&lt;/B&gt; YES I GUESSED IT RIGHT! How come you tag WX in caps and y in lowercase? Hahah nevermind you can tag as that in future and I'll know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claireteng:&lt;/b&gt; I suppose so.. BUT I STILL LIKE THE GUY ON THE LEFT :D Haha ya the 2 girls aren't exceptionally pretty :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go. Sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-140527222107214016?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/140527222107214016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=140527222107214016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/140527222107214016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/140527222107214016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/04/aching-like-hell.html' title='ACHING LIKE HELL!'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-9124818869938935643</id><published>2008-04-07T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:53:47.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES YES YES! :D</title><content type='html'>Running this morning was okay. Just that we ran A HELL LOT. We went one huge round around the neighbourhood starting from Pak college. Omg 2 rounds of that is killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got caught walking by my dad whose car was parked outside Pak college. Got scolded like mad for that but shan't talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was bad bad bad bad. I found out I have eng, math, inv, chem test next week. And 3 of them on the same day, if I'm not wrong (and hopefully I am!) But what I'm thankful for was that I got Merit for my geog papers! 2 out of 3. The 3rd one that I didn't finish wasn't graded cause everyone else didn't finish it either. So I suppose Merit isn't too bad (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon training was the bomb! Since Gary left for Aust already, we trained under Horst's programme but Yana was in charge of us. Yana is a cool coach (: I like her (: And her accent is damn cool. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really made me happy was that I made the whole of the kick set by a mile! My very first time. The set was 400-300-200-100-100-200-300-400 and I MADE ALL. YES. YOU DIDN'T SEE IT WRONG. I MADE ALL! Although they were all on 2.10 pace, I'm still duper happy cause I did free kick. And usually I'd never make time for free kick, no matter how slow the time is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horst wanted the first 100 and the last 400 to be timed. I did a 1.49 for 100 free kick (quite effortlessly) and I did 7.40 for 400 kick! Like, OMG. Below 2min pace! You have no idea how happy I am right now. Plus, I owned &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; like shit. MUAHAHAHA it feels damn good (:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivation to train even harder. Hopefully next time I can make all kick sets (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul:&lt;/b&gt; Riiight, and I believe you. Heh. Who in the world is your seatmate? And is it from French class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandayim:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA OH REALLY! Please do not ever show them to anyone! Besides, the one I put on facebook isn't that embarrassing what.. I thought you looked kinda cute ROFL. YOU ALWAYS GET MY BIRTHDAY WRONG! You got it wrong last year you poop! ):&lt; Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Li Ying:&lt;/b&gt; ): I didn't get to talk to you last weekend! ):&lt; Next weekend it'll be school holiday for me already (: Can catch up with you guys more! Hope to see you online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coolest:&lt;/b&gt; YAY Another David Archuleta fan! WHOO HOO I think he's an awesome singer and he's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Huazhen:&lt;/b&gt; BUT REAL HUGS ARE BETTER ): I WANT TO GET ONE FROM YOU SOON! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claireteng:&lt;/b&gt; NOOOO I like the one on the left better! I love all of his shows cause he always act so dumb and funny! HAHA! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciatan:&lt;/b&gt; HERE'S YOUR TAG REPLY! Wahlao that isn't an excuse to bully your friends. SO MEAN! HAHAHA omg Mas Selamat should just come back and tag to explain things to you cause you're plain hopeless :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done I'll go do my hw now. Better be prepared for the test&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt; next week. Seeya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-9124818869938935643?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/9124818869938935643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=9124818869938935643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/9124818869938935643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/9124818869938935643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/04/yes-yes-yes-d.html' title='YES YES YES! :D'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-3431523014758250073</id><published>2008-04-06T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:34:52.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SEVENTH DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R_iKiuISGCI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZMA8Oeg1QyA/s1600-h/nmcdpy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R_iKiuISGCI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZMA8Oeg1QyA/s320/nmcdpy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186047300020082722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching 15 episodes of The Seventh Day, I finally cried. A hell lot, to top that. It's like everything went wrong in the 15th episode. It's super sad, go watch it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this will be a short post cause I wanna catch CSI on tv now. I'm dreading morning training tmr, because Gary's away for Aust Age and Yana's taking us for training. She's making us run before we swim! For 40mins somemore! Homg running in surroundings 15 degrees cold isn't exactly worth looking forward to. Plus I'm definitely gonna be the slowest ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now I think I will post more tmr. Includes tag replies. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-3431523014758250073?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/3431523014758250073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=3431523014758250073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3431523014758250073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3431523014758250073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/04/seventh-day.html' title='THE SEVENTH DAY'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R_iKiuISGCI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZMA8Oeg1QyA/s72-c/nmcdpy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615794.post-5451536718763197499</id><published>2008-04-05T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:53:15.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR TIME NOW</title><content type='html'>Homg it's 1.40am and I'm still not sleeping yet. SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME! If I stay awake for 3h 20min more, I would've been awake for full 24 hours already. I don't think I've ever done that. I would like to do that, but not when I'm the only one awake at home right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got all the photos that we took at the airport before I left for NZ! Thanks claire! (: I'll upload them another day. Tmr, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm no one seemed to go online today.. I wonder why :/&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are the tag replies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachelyu:&lt;/b&gt; YAY THANKS! It was a pretty good day, must be thanks to you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandayim:&lt;/b&gt; YES WE DID! Rmb at Clara's birthday party? Then alicia had to type out slips of paper, then we told her congratulations was spelt CONGRATUALATIONS. HAHAHA. And don't bother finding out my birthday. Hahah ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul:&lt;/b&gt; LOL I think my surname is cool okay! Hahah I was just teasing you about the sms, don't take it too hard rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coolest:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA Yes I remember staying up till God-knows-what time and then we were forcing truths out of cat! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cat:&lt;/b&gt; I'll definitely come back to visit, but just not sure when! Be patient! (: MISS YOU BUCKETS/TRUCKS/AEROPLANES LOADS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA! Isn't that a weeeee bit too late? And you didn't even play a prank on me! (Not that I wanted you to :D) but anyway, SAME TO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciatan:&lt;/b&gt; My dear, Mas Selamat doesn't get access to a computer every day you know.. He's on the run. Haiyoh you ah.. LOL. You're damn mean to make them walk from your house to the bus stop! DO YOU KNOW HOW EFFING FAR IT IS!? HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Li Ying:&lt;/b&gt; DUDE, CHILL MAN. And I never see you online today! WHY! Relax lah Alicia fong's just joking around lah don't take it so seriously just because you're upset he dumped you HAHAHAHA JUST KIDDING! Don't kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciafong:&lt;/b&gt; OMG WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE WHY HOW! TELL ME EVERYTHING! What did he say in the email? Did Li Ying reply him!? TELL TELL TELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jem:&lt;/b&gt; YO JEM! Yep talk to you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ck:&lt;/b&gt; HAHAH once again, HE IS NOT MY DEAR. SO STOP IT! And are you freaking serious that Shaun quit!? Why!? LOL do you still have your lessons with Joie? Miss and love you too! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claireteng:&lt;/b&gt; AWWW thanks so much. I'll think of you when I'm upset (: It'll cheer me up hee! Miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.52am. Wow 3 more hours and I'll be awake for 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm tired though, and it doesn't look like anyone's gonna come online anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is good&lt;s&gt;night&lt;/s&gt; morning then. Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-5451536718763197499?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/5451536718763197499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=5451536718763197499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/5451536718763197499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/5451536718763197499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-time-now.html' title='OUR TIME NOW'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-6795672490395277122</id><published>2008-04-05T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:39:52.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO WRONGS DON'T MAKE A RIGHT</title><content type='html'>Training this morning. 20x100 kick on own time isn't exactly my favourite thing, although I chose to go on 2.15 which is HELL slow! My legs still died. And as I had predicted, only 10 people came to training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched tv then out for lunch and we had dimsum to celebrate dad's birthday! (: Hahah surprisingly I actually felt like I was in S'pore, cause there were so many asians at the restaurant. But it's odd when you look around to see angmohs at the tables haha. Anyway food was gooood (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought new school shoes after lunch! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home then I jump-roped for like an hour or so. Omg it was damn tiring. Guess what, my dad can jump rope backwards (meaning the rope went from front to back, not back to front) and he can do double jumps (meaning the rope went two rounds in one jump). I must admit, he's tonnes better than me. Anyway it felt good working out. I'll try it again tmr. Over time I'll get better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICAN IDOL. OMG America made the worst decision ever! &lt;b&gt;DAVID HERNANDEZ!? OUT!?&lt;/b&gt; You've got to be kidding me! HOW COULD CHRISTY LEE COOK STAY!? NOOOOOOOOOOOO I am so angry! But thank God David Archuleta was safe! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm okay maybe I'll go window shopping again tmr (since it's fun) and have a nice night. I'll post tag replies in another post later tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-6795672490395277122?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/6795672490395277122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=6795672490395277122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/6795672490395277122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/6795672490395277122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/04/two-wrongs-dont-make-right.html' title='TWO WRONGS DON&apos;T MAKE A RIGHT'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-981409868091687412</id><published>2008-04-04T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:33:02.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREAM, AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS</title><content type='html'>Couldn't finish my geog test on time. We had less than an hour to do so many questions which I don't think I could've even finished answering in an hour -.- Shouldn't have procrastinated so much. My mind totally blanked out before the test. Rah ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn tired today. And it's time for bed. I think tmr morning training's gonna be really really really really really empty cause everyone's swimming in club champs except me. Like duh. Not like anyone treats me like I'm part of HPK. Not like joining club champs is gonna make me part of HPK either. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies tmr. Sorry actoob (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-981409868091687412?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/981409868091687412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=981409868091687412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/981409868091687412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/981409868091687412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/04/scream-at-top-of-your-lungs.html' title='SCREAM, AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-1734544962279548741</id><published>2008-04-03T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:01:50.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S COOLER THAN BEING COOL?</title><content type='html'>Today was one hell of a cold day. I woke up and I felt so cold! I thought I had adjusted to the weather here. Well, I wasn't wrong. It was just that this morning it was extra cold. 15 degrees! Damn, how much colder can it get?! It's not even winter yet. Summer's just ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning training, then school till 10.45am when I left, dental appointment at 11am after school, then went home since I couldn't be bothered to go back to school. School ends at 12.30pm today anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My geog partner wasn't that bad a person after all. First block today during Investigations, a girl sent my book to my class. I have no idea how Sarah, my geog partner, got to know what class I was in. Weird huh. But I'm glad anyway. I'll probably thank her tmr (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave up trying to mug for geog. Nothing could get into my head. So I gave training a miss and enjoyed myself at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; Hey! I posted pics some time ago, early last month, I think (: You can check my archives if you want to see them! And I sent you an offline msg on msn of my address! Sorry it took so long! Thanks for the luck (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA As long as I pass, I suppose it's good enough! Just a class test anyway. It doesn't count. But I just don't want my report to look bad, that's all. But of course, AIM FOR THE BEST! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul:&lt;/b&gt; What nonsense! What lies! I was SO not lie-ing hahahaha. I hardly even touch my phone nowadays so I was quite lucky to check my phone and see the sms that you sent wrongly to me just 2 days after you sent it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciatan:&lt;/b&gt; No we weren't mean! We just wanted to see if you knew how to spell it correctly. AND YOU DIDN'T! See we gave you a unforgettable way to spell Congratulations! So, CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU! LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachelyu:&lt;/b&gt; UGH RACHEL YOU GOT ME! ):&lt; I am so pulling a prank on you next April Fool's. If I remember :/ I WILL SO NOT LOOK ANCIENT WHEN I'M 20! I'll show you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS shall watch it since I don't wanna touch my homework. Not like the teachers here care anyway. Neither do I. Hee. Goodnight everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-1734544962279548741?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/1734544962279548741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=1734544962279548741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/1734544962279548741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/1734544962279548741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-cooler-than-being-cool.html' title='WHAT&apos;S COOLER THAN BEING COOL?'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-7538119096599663903</id><published>2008-04-02T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:02:47.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SKEPTICS AND TRUE BELIEVERS</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty much okayish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off with school. Everything was fine, until lunch time where I was supposed to meet my geog partner outside the library to get my geog book back. &lt;b&gt;She didn't turn up.&lt;/b&gt; And we both have a geog test on Friday. I got freaking pissed. I swear I'm gonna give her a dressing down when I next see her, which is most likely on Friday when we have the test. We're supposed to have geog tmr but we have early finish at 12.30pm so we don't have geog lesson tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side, at least my sis takes geog too, and I can borrow her book to revise (although we don't have the same teacher and we don't have the same notes. Still, it's better than nothing..) and I didn't paste all my worksheets in my book. I'm smart enough to keep them in my folder. THANK GODDDD. I hope I don't fail, because I don't want my report to look ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a bus home, then left for Laser Mt Eden at around 5.15pm. Training there's super slack man, I LOVE IT. Each session is only one and a half hours long, so training in the afternoons start at 5.30pm and end at 7pm. Shiok man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's set was quite tough. Not tiring-tough, but damn-hard-to-do tough. Hahah nevermind if that didn't quite make sense to you. The set was 4 sets of 4x50 free on 60secs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might seem easy, but we had to do &lt;br /&gt;1) 4 breaths only&lt;br /&gt;2) 3 breaths only&lt;br /&gt;3) 2 breaths only&lt;br /&gt;4) 1 breath only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 times through! Of that! And for 50m, too. Damn I died for the first set, and I couldn't handle the 1 breath only. But at the 2nd set I tried, and I made it - BARELY! I didn't breathe for the 1st lap (25m), and then I turned as fast as I could, add about 6 u/w fast fly kicks, and sprant as fast as I could for as long as I could hold my breath. Then when I was more or less halfway through the 2nd lap, I took a SUPER SLOW DEEP BREATH and then I continued swimming. I think it would've looked quite ridiculous if you looked at me from outside the pool. Cause I was like moderate speed for 1st lap, then sprint-as-fast-as-possible for halfway through 2nd lap, then suddenly I take a super slow deep breath, then slow motion for the rest of the 50. Hahaha. It was fun, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part about training there? &lt;b&gt;Friendly people!&lt;/b&gt; Got to know a couple more people today! (: They didn't turn up when I was there 2 weeks ago. Yay now my friendship circle is expanding~! Grace is weird. She thought I was either in Year 13 or Uni. She asked me today, "Are you still in school?" And I'm like thinking, "DUH!!!!" but I just gave her the answer of "Yeah.." LAWL DO I LOOK THAT OLD!? Sheesh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental app. tmr at 11am so I'll be leaving school earlier than early because tmr we have early finish. I shan't bother going back to school after dental app. Anyway I'll just be missing chem (I think? :P) I don't think I'll die.. Well at least I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciatan:&lt;/b&gt; Congratu-A-lations this is your 2nd tag reply of the week! 5 more to go! Go actoob! Hahaha rmb that amandayim, rachel, christie and I tricked you into thinking that congratulations was spelt as congratu-a-lations? HILARIOUS! :D And you SOOOO do jealousness (:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul:&lt;/b&gt; SO NOT I so didn't see that part of your blog post! Hmph! Are you doubting my professionalism? LMAO. And I bet that trick only worked on your relief bio teacher cause he/she isn't as mean as the person/people I know ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coolest:&lt;/b&gt; I'm so sad why did you guys have a fun-ner swim camp this year when I'm not around!? So mean ):&lt; Hahaha just kidding. I hope to see you guys again soon..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claireteng:&lt;/b&gt; NO WAY MAN! Not a chance (:&lt; Muahahahahah! NZ is the land of emo. Hahah that didn't make any sense at all -.- I'm emo cause there's NO ONE TO TURN TO here ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Li Ying:&lt;/b&gt; OKAY DUDE come online this weekend kay! (: Talk to you then! Keep tagging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ck:&lt;/b&gt; What in the world..? A CRY party? What the hell is that man. LOL. I miss you guys loads. And I hate english so much more now because lit is part of english AND I CAN'T FREAKING DROP ENGLISH unlike S'pore where you can drop lit. ARGHHH plus it's so much harder to learn without blackbox ): I MISS BLACKBOX LESSONS LOADS. And don't laugh at my school okay! Meanie! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachelyu:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA WE SHOULD BE TWINS. We did the exact same thing man! How cool is that. Lol. Don't worry I'll keep a lookout if you re-send the letter! (: Can't wait to get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; Uh-uh not possible! Once I actually get back to S'pore, I'll stay there as long as I can. I don't care whether I get heat stroke or not (touchwood!) hahaha (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-7538119096599663903?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/7538119096599663903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=7538119096599663903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7538119096599663903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7538119096599663903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/04/skeptics-and-true-believers.html' title='SKEPTICS AND TRUE BELIEVERS'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-3531442834294999120</id><published>2008-04-01T14:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:59:13.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCKSTAR</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I walk a little faster in the school hallway&lt;br /&gt;Just to get next to you &lt;br /&gt;Some days I spend a little extra time in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Just to impress you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you don't notice&lt;br /&gt;Guess you don't need this&lt;br /&gt;Sad you're not seeing what you're missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the outside shying away&lt;br /&gt;On the inside dying to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unusual, not so typical&lt;br /&gt;Way too smart to be waited around&lt;br /&gt;Tai chi practicing, snowboard champion&lt;br /&gt;I could fix the flat on your car&lt;br /&gt;I might even be a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I might even be a rock star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish when the phone rings that&lt;br /&gt;It would be you saying, "Let's hang out"&lt;br /&gt;Then you confess that there's something special between us&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we find out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't even know me&lt;br /&gt;Guess you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;Why you're not seeing&lt;br /&gt;What you're missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the outside shying away&lt;br /&gt;On the inside dying to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unusual, not so typical&lt;br /&gt;Way too smart to be waited around&lt;br /&gt;Tai chi practicing, snowboard champion&lt;br /&gt;I could fix the flat on your car&lt;br /&gt;I might even be a rock star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew the real me&lt;br /&gt;I might even be a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you that we are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Now wouldn't it be nice if you could see&lt;br /&gt;That I really am a rock star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I really am a rock star&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Hah, a rock star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unusual, not so typical&lt;br /&gt;Way too smart to be waited around&lt;br /&gt;Tai chi practicing, snowboard champion&lt;br /&gt;I could fix the flat on your car&lt;br /&gt;Rocking it wherever we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I really am a rock star&lt;br /&gt;Cause I really am a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I am a rock star&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Hannah Montana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AW MAN I'm so sad today because halfway during afternoon training, Gary announced that a particular someone is moving up to Horst's group! So that someone isn't going to be training with us anymore! ): How sad. &lt;b&gt;To think I'd get to know you better over time.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened in school. Still fretting over Geog test on Friday but not in the mood to study for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohmy, although the weather's been chilly these days, I don't feel all that cold. Now 18-20 degrees are normal to me. I am so going to die of heat stroke when I go back to Singapore ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yvette:&lt;/b&gt; Hey, thanks man. But I'm still doubtful. I mean, it's not like I haven't failed before when I was younger. I failed, but I continued trying. It's just not the same anymore. Maybe we understand the pain of failure more as we grow. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciatan:&lt;/b&gt; MUAHAHAHAHAH Oh then I'll purposely leave your name out on one of the days so that you'll have to keep tagging! ;D And oooh you're jealous that I'm posting about them and not you right? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cass:&lt;/b&gt; Hahah winners never quit. Cliche but true in a way (: I won't give up. Not so easily anyway (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jem:&lt;/b&gt; Yes, please watch Step Up! It's awesome. Channing Tatum! &lt;3 Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandakhoo:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA I didn't bother trying to say that 10 times. LOL. Zomg are you serious? &lt;b&gt;SEE NURUL I'M MORE PSYCHIC THAN YOU! I can read a psychic's mind! HAH!&lt;/b&gt; I know you're not emo lah. You can't even LOOK emo HAHA! Everytime I look at the photo I feel like laughing :D LIYING'S STALKER ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eve:&lt;/b&gt; Hahah I wish I could scold her but I can't right? The best punishment is to thrash her in swimming so I'm working on that plan right now.. Wish me luck! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul:&lt;/b&gt; Can you imagine when next time people like that do stuff like that to me, and I suddenly take deep breaths? HAHA It'll be hilarious cause they'll think I'm suffering from asthma(sp?) or sth HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; I know I know, and I won't. Don't worry I won't give up just because of some stupid person or just because I feel out of place (: Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Li           Ying:&lt;/b&gt; MISS TAN LI      YING YOU HAPPY NOW? Got more than one space in between HAHAHAH. I think Liying is nicer than Li Ying :D HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY TO YOU TOO! Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cat:&lt;/b&gt; HOMG Finally! You tagged! I've been waiting for your tag for AGES! I miss you so much! And I know, I wish I could've gone ice-skating with rg swim team. I miss everyone so much! ): I'll tag your blog more often. I visit it all the time but I just never tag :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clement:&lt;/b&gt; Hey kor! How's sec 3 life? Tough? Haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, no one has played any pranks on me today. Not even Gary played a prank on us during training. And I totally was unaware that today was April Fool's. Well, everything seems insignificant when you have no one to share anything with :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake and Josh! I missed it last night, damn it. No homework today. I shall enjoy myself tonight and worry about my geog test tmr (procrastinators unite.. TOMORROW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaijian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-3531442834294999120?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/3531442834294999120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=3531442834294999120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3531442834294999120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3531442834294999120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/04/rockstar.html' title='ROCKSTAR'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-5457873622924330194</id><published>2008-03-31T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:32:31.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1800-BEYOTCH</title><content type='html'>Oh, so today during morning training you talked to me hell loads. What a sudden change in attitude! Apparently you actually &lt;b&gt;SAW&lt;/b&gt; me at training today. Well, then it must've been a special day eh? Especially since I never get noticed by you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't think I don't know why you talked to me today. Sure, I was friendly and all. Laughing when I should. Answering your questions. Bear in mind I was putting on a false front just as much as you are. Just because no one from your clique turned up for morning training doesn't mean you can buy me over with your friendliness. I know it's because I am the only one you could turn to. Besides, who else would tell you what drill to do next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you already decided to be a bitch, please be a proper one. You don't like me, then stay that way. Don't treat me like a friend when you have no one else to turn to. I won't fall for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I guess making me your substitute friend makes you all the more a bitch. Wow, I never knew someone could be that good at something. You should quit swimming and turn to bitching. Oh, right. Sorry my bad, your number 1 sport has always been bitching. Swimming's 2nd. You just so happened to be not so bad at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck people like you are the reasons I have a middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood for tag replies because I have a Geog test on Friday, and my sitting partner who borrowed my notes didn't turn up for Geog today so I didn't get it back. If she doesn't turn up tmr, I swear I'm never gonna lend her my notes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;FUCK YOU BITCHES.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-5457873622924330194?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/5457873622924330194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=5457873622924330194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/5457873622924330194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/5457873622924330194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/1800-beyotch.html' title='1800-BEYOTCH'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-3300855957337125714</id><published>2008-03-30T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T15:30:46.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT'LL HAPPEN NEXT</title><content type='html'>Today was a normal day. Didn't do anything out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the main purpose of this post is to note down my thoughts for the day. Today I've had quite a few memorable thoughts that I felt should be recorded down somewhere so that I won't forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the shower and I recalled the Alyssa I was a few years ago, probably 3-4 years ago. I was still relatively young.. 10-11 years old. Those years were the peak of my swimming career. I knew it was because I never gave up. Be it training or competition, I always gave it my all. It didn't matter what the set was. 5x100, or 10x100, or even 20x100, I would go all out. When I think of it now, I don't even remember &lt;b&gt;why&lt;/b&gt; I did that. It's like it just came naturally to me. During those years, I never once thought of giving up halfway. No matter how tired I was, I always pushed on. Always stayed strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wonder where that Alyssa went.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alyssa now (which is the current me posting this post) somehow has lost her fighting spirit. I don't know why I'm like this now. But it's like once I know something isn't worth working hard for, I automatically stop working hard for it. If I kept trying and trying and trying but still don't get anything out of it, I give up. That's what's natural to me now. Put an obstacle in front of me and I'll just walk away instead of trying to make it through. I can't help but wonder &lt;b&gt;HOW&lt;/b&gt; I could have never given up in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I finally came up with a conclusion.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow older, we learn. In fact, that's what's growing up is all about. We learn more math, english, chinese, science. We even learn new subjects like geography and history. Apart from school-related learning, we also learn how to be responsible, be more disciplined and whatnot. So, basically, learning helps you to move forward in life. Everyone likes to learn new skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And me? Well, I've learnt how to give up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; Yep I've read the update and seen the pictures. Hahah glad you guys had a good time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jem:&lt;/b&gt; Aww gee, thanks! :D I know the cap is duper cute. How could you not watch Step Up 1?! D: You HAVE to okay? And cheer up! I know what it's like to be like you. I'm always here. And I miss the days where we would stay up late on the com to talk to each other (: Missing you always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandakhoo:&lt;/b&gt; HMPH FINE BE THAT WAYYYY! BLEAH &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claireteng:&lt;/b&gt; Who's who!? Mas Selamat? Hahahahahaha it's a secret ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas Selamat:&lt;/b&gt; Yo man, nope I haven't. Why do you reckon I should? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coolest:&lt;/b&gt; RUNNING IS GOOD but tiring! My legs are dead and wobbly! I can't even walk down the steps properly now -.- I should've never stopped running in the first place! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liying:&lt;/b&gt; LOL sorry my bad. I forgot you wanted a &lt;b&gt;REAL&lt;/b&gt; secret admirer, not a fake one. AND YES STEP UP 2 ROCKS :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-3300855957337125714?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/3300855957337125714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=3300855957337125714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3300855957337125714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3300855957337125714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/youll-never-know-whatll-happen-next.html' title='YOU&apos;LL NEVER KNOW WHAT&apos;LL HAPPEN NEXT'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-4116641964655666552</id><published>2008-03-29T11:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T12:37:03.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH, IT HURTS.</title><content type='html'>Just got back from running around the neighbourhood with my sis. The route was quite tough cause it had a lot of hills to run up &gt;.&lt; I was damn tired after the first round but then I decided to run another round since I seriously need to get back in shape. And in case you were wondering, no, I don't consider "round" as a shape &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R-2_vuISF8I/AAAAAAAAAt0/Hsiqizz_r1A/s1600-h/pleased.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R-2_vuISF8I/AAAAAAAAAt0/Hsiqizz_r1A/s320/pleased.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183009572730836930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah okay. I didn't update yesterday, and I'm duper proud of myself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R-3Ay-ISF9I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Kj7RsoY5oCQ/s1600-h/laughing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R-3Ay-ISF9I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Kj7RsoY5oCQ/s320/laughing.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183010728077039570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been updating my blog everyday but yesterday I finally decided to skip blogging. Yay my addiction is dying &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R-3BXeISF_I/AAAAAAAAAuM/bmNjStkXIis/s1600-h/happy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R-3BXeISF_I/AAAAAAAAAuM/bmNjStkXIis/s320/happy.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183011355142264818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday I was more or less occupied with the tv. American Idol! Hahah I'm so sad David Archuleta didn't get comments that were as good as last week's &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R-3BXOISF-I/AAAAAAAAAuE/vzvOF_YAPXg/s1600-h/sad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R-3BXOISF-I/AAAAAAAAAuE/vzvOF_YAPXg/s320/sad.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183011350847297506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But I'm confident he'll make it through, so better luck to him next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training yesterday was awful. I feel super sad for Sam. It's like no one respects him. That's just plain mean. I felt like punching the people who were laughing at him when he tried to discipline us. But I couldn't, so I did the most I could do. That was swim the programme properly. Yep. That's what I did. I just did my own stuff and heck about whatever anyone else was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Sam was in charge of us again. We swam at Lloyd Esmore. I like swimming there, because the pool was indoors, and it's of a normal length of 25m. Lol. And of course, the best part of all is that training there meant training starts at 7.15am! Whee! But what really annoyed me was that I woke up at 5.10am this morning and thought it was time to get up for training &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R-3DMeISGAI/AAAAAAAAAuU/yDQTAHjotGE/s1600-h/whatevah.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R-3DMeISGAI/AAAAAAAAAuU/yDQTAHjotGE/s320/whatevah.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183013365186959362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The set was freaking tiring today. 2k Pre-comp + 6x (3x50) + 600 swim down. Omg you do NOT want to try 6 sets of 3x50. It's tremendously exhausting. Especially when you go all out for every single one of them. The last 3 was dive and although my lane was the only lane out of 3 lanes that didn't have a diving board, I swam good times. Overall, I'm quite satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say now. I guess I'll just end off with tag replies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandakhoo:&lt;/b&gt; OH FINE I'm not trusting you anymore! Hahahahah! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coolest:&lt;/b&gt; LOL no lah I don't need to deceive myself because I already know how slow I am (: Not because I know I'm fast HAHA! Anyway it's not good to deceive yourself because you'll just get more disappointed when the results show at a competition, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liying:&lt;/b&gt; Of course I remember lah. My imaginary secret admirer (:&lt; Oh, wouldn't you LOVE to have one of your own.. HAHA What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachelyu:&lt;/b&gt; Gee, thanks man! &lt;3 LOL ART IS THE BEST THING OF YOUR LIFE ONLY IF YOU'RE GOOD AT IT. And like duh you are so I guess art &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; the best thing of your life. I are jealous &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R-3GROISGBI/AAAAAAAAAuc/bu34UH3f2-8/s1600-h/angry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R-3GROISGBI/AAAAAAAAAuc/bu34UH3f2-8/s320/angry.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183016745326221330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciatan:&lt;/b&gt; YOU SCISSORS I ROCK. HAHAH YEAH MAN I ROCK :D LOL I STLL WIN YOU! And chill dude, your name IS already in tag replies (: Hope you feel special ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-4116641964655666552?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/4116641964655666552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=4116641964655666552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4116641964655666552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4116641964655666552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/ouch-it-hurts.html' title='OUCH, IT HURTS.'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R-2_vuISF8I/AAAAAAAAAt0/Hsiqizz_r1A/s72-c/pleased.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615794.post-7206562738739874966</id><published>2008-03-27T14:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T14:54:16.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'D SAY, HEAVEN'S MAKING A FOOL OF ME</title><content type='html'>The day started out with the usual morning training of the usual programme of 4 sets of 20x33 drills (If you don't find it boring, I suggest you swim it 10 times a week). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this time, it didn't turn out quite the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the freestyle drills set, it was fly drills. I was merrily just doing what I was expected to do, then Gary called me and he tried fixing my technique. Said something about me breathing too early. So both of us had a hard time trying to fix my stroke. I was trying damn hard to comprehend how to breathe not-so-early. What made it worse was that the drill Gary designed to help me correct my breathing was super duper weird. I don't know if I had been doing it wrong all the way, but it certainly felt like it. Although Gary told me I was doing it the right way, I couldn't help but be doubtful and think, "Huh! Are you sure!?" Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it came to the application part. After Gary was sort-of-sure that my breathing was a lot better than what it was, he told me to try swimming 2 strokes with the new breathing technique. I did what I was told to. I did it a couple of times, and then I stopped to look at Gary to see if he wanted to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary was smiling like a kid and he was clapping -.- Hahaha honestly my first reaction was, "What in the world is Gary doing!?" And then he said that I finally got it right, and then I was super duper happy. I did it a few more times, and Gary couldn't stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Gary got carried away and then he started rattling on about my plans for the future. He told me I didn't have to do any IM events or breaststroke events for the whole of this season YIPEE! But damn, that means no 100IM! Nevermind I might ask Gary to let me swim that heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also said that I'd be focusing on 50, 100 and 200 free, 50 and 100 back, and 50 fly. Haha nothing unusual. Those have been my main events since forever. But he also mentioned that I'd have to swim 400 and 800 free, as well as 200 back during the not-so-important meets. Zzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm just so happy that I finally got my breathing for fly right. Lol apparently Gary was so happy this morning that he asked me to go over to Westwave Aquatic Centre tmr afternoon and Saturday morning to train because he'll be there for Olympic trials. He even gave my dad his pass so that we could train there. Like omg lah I can watch the heats and finals of Olypmic trials without paying yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has also given me more determination (: I plan to do my own exercise every weekend. Like on Saturday afternoons and Sunday mornings I can play tennis/cycle/run. I'd most probably run every Sunday morning, starting from this week because I'm gaining wayyyyy too much weight. Haven't been training hard for the past month or so because we had to taper for NAGs, then there was NAGs, then people are away at Olypmic trials so we're doing drills.. Plus I haven't done gym work for like forever! I think it was running steps that kept my weight from increasing. I seriously need to get fitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thoughts, maybe this is the reason why I have been gaining weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R-tEYOISF7I/AAAAAAAAAts/OUfOnl1XphM/s1600-h/2rp9xs5_normal_thumb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R-tEYOISF7I/AAAAAAAAAts/OUfOnl1XphM/s320/2rp9xs5_normal_thumb.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182310979120273330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what happened in school today. Apparently my sis claims I was called for a swim meeting today at the pool in school but then I missed it out because no one read out the announcements in class today! Ugh! And I never expected to be in the announcement, because I missed the school swim meet and didn't get to go on the school swim team. Since when did they find me? Hmm :/ Will check things out tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, okay got nothing left to say. I'm most probably gonna get a new phone so yeah I'm pretty happy. LOL How could I have so many ups and downs in a week?! It's crazy man, who knows tmr I might have a horrible day -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven, please don't make me look like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandakhoo:&lt;/b&gt; OI WHO ASK ME WHAT?! You were the one who came up with the stupid prank hahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciatan:&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHAH WHY IS EVERYONE SO HAPPY THEY PASSED CHINESE!? Amandayim told me the exact same thing online last time LMAO. And don't blame Mas Selamat, I'm just so much nicer than you HAHAH just kidding! :P Plus I'm so pro I can tell the diff between you and aliciafong (:&lt; Don't mention the name Brandon Lim again!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciafong:&lt;/b&gt; Hahah don't need already, cause she invited me to read her blog LOL. I had to fight the urge to spam her tagboard man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul:&lt;/b&gt; NURUL! SHHH!!!! KEEP QUIET ABOUT IT HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claireteng:&lt;/b&gt; I'm sure lah! What crap. Your 50 fly was like how much faster than me last time lah! And duh Aliciatan would loveee to know who he is *Grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cass:&lt;/b&gt; Hey cass! (: Thanks a lot! Hope you had fun in Vietnam (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-7206562738739874966?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/7206562738739874966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=7206562738739874966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7206562738739874966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7206562738739874966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/id-say-heavens-making-fool-of-me.html' title='I&apos;D SAY, HEAVEN&apos;S MAKING A FOOL OF ME'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R-tEYOISF7I/AAAAAAAAAts/OUfOnl1XphM/s72-c/2rp9xs5_normal_thumb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615794.post-4417548203375234978</id><published>2008-03-26T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T15:50:09.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NINETEEN MINUTES</title><content type='html'>Holey moley Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult is a cool ass book. But the ending didn't take me by surprise as much as the ending of Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card did :/ Anyway, Nineteen Minutes is a good book for teenagers our age. I really liked the diary parts; they really meant something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the library during lunchtime today in school and I was randomly browsing for a book to borrow because I was at my last chapter of Nineteen Minutes already. Guess what! I found the book I've been dying to read: Ender's Shadow! It's a sequel to a book I've finished reading couple of months back: Ender's Game. Zomg I went to the public library to look for that book but it was unavailable! Never thought I'd find it in the school library. Hahaha the student librarian even said, "Omg I LOVE this book" when she helped me with the borrowing procedures :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No training, what can I say. No training this morning and Dad couldn't fetch me to HPK to train in the afternoon. Normally, I would've gone to Laser Mt Eden to train but Glenn said he'll be away with most of the squad at Olypmic Trials. God-dammit why did everyone make it except me!? Sorry digressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay. We had some stupid fire drill which wasn't like a fire drill at all -.- I found out I got "de-graded" from an Excellence to a Merit for my Chem paper because of one question: What are the similarities and differences of a Chlorine atom and a Chlorine ion. Bloody hell I got marked down because I only mentioned that they had the same number of protons and neutrons, but not &lt;b&gt;HOW MANY BOTH HAD&lt;/b&gt;. Wtf lah everything's just going wrong for me these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing: I might be getting a new phone because I've been checking up trademe.co.nz to see if I can get the phone I want at a good price. The cheapest I've found is $70 so if it stays at $70 I'm gonna use this month's pocket money to buy it muahahaha (:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay what the hell I have nothing to post about. Will be catching Olympic Trials on tv later at 10pm. GO CAM AND GO CARST! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alisa:&lt;/b&gt; ZOMG You like flooded my tagboard?! And ISA is a guy's name? O_o Hmm but uh two guys having sex IS SO NOT RIGHT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jem:&lt;/b&gt; YES Step Up 2 is quite nice but I stilllll prefer Step Up! *Pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciatan:&lt;/b&gt; Ya lah I know lah Alisa polluted my tagboard like you polluted my mind HAHAHA ;) YES please keep my tagboard alive, please please please! And of course dear, you'll get a section of "Tag replies" dedicated to you everyday for one week straight (That's if you tag). LOL Mas selamat dumped you for me MUAHAHAHAHA. Hope to see your tag again tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; Argh dammit I forgot Chelsea's 2nd on the table now. Hahahah yeah man hopefully Man utd's gonna win the premier league again this season. When that happens I can laugh at my friend who's a hardcore arsenal fan ROFL. And yes I'm looking forward to the APSC gala night post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciafong:&lt;/b&gt; ARGHHH OMG HAHAHAHAHAHA TELL AMANDAKHOO (Because I can't tag on her tagboard. Which reminds me, TELL HER TO UNLOCK HER BLOG) THAT SHE WAS BLOODY CONVINCING AND THAT FOR ONE MOMENT I ACTUALLY THOUGHT THERE WAS SUCH A PERSON CALLED BRANDON LIM (Cause the name was pretty believable, too)!!! Oh ya don't forget to tell her that I'M GONNA HUNT HER DOWN WHEN I GO TO SINGAPORE! &amp;Thanks so much, I won't know what to do if I didn't have friends like you back in S'pore (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Da Chard:&lt;/b&gt; RICHARD! (: Lol I relinked you long before you tagged me to, fellow meatball. I relinked you when I first saw your new url on msn. I update my blog pretty often, don't be shocked hahaha (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye world I hope tmr will be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-4417548203375234978?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/4417548203375234978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=4417548203375234978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4417548203375234978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4417548203375234978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/nineteen-minutes.html' title='NINETEEN MINUTES'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-7256569232627719845</id><published>2008-03-25T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:57:52.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STEP UP 2: THE STREETS</title><content type='html'>Morning training was 4 sets of 20x33 drills &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;. Apparently Gary has a new craze now. It's the 4 sets of 20x33 drills, not the rainbow set anymore. Thank God! (: But the breaststroke drills are still effing difficult, and I'm like moving not because I'm doing them properly, but because I keep doing fly kicks :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Step Up 2: The Streets at 1.10pm in the afternoon. I think it was an okay movie. The dance moves were pretty cool and all, but the story plot wasn't all that good. Somehow I still prefer Step Up better :/ But I think Moose was pretty cool. I didn't expect him to be able to dance so well hahaha. Looks are deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon training was relatively quiet. Gary and Horst both weren't there because they were at Olympic trials. Only some of the Div II swimmers + those who didn't make for Olympic trials/Aust Age + those who didn't have events in Olympic trials today were present. So yeah there was only a small number of people. We swam 4 sets of 20x33 drills AGAIN (Omg 3rd time in 2 days!!). See what I mean about Gary's new craze? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something pissed me off &lt;b&gt;big time&lt;/b&gt; before training. This was what had happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, because Gary and Horst were away at trials, Sam was supposed to take us for training. Uh, well Sam hadn't reached the pool yet, so the gate was closed and everyone was waiting outside for Sam to come and open the gate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting beside Person 1 (for anonymous purposes), and then &lt;b&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/b&gt; *coughcough*, previously mentioned in my earlier posts a few months ago as Person C, walked right past me and said Hi to Person 1, but not to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She freaking treated me like I didn't even exist, like I was invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you made it for Olympic trials! It's not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; a big deal. It's just Olympic &lt;b&gt;TRIALS&lt;/b&gt;. The fucking qualifying times weren't that hard to make. Okay even if they WERE hard, &lt;b&gt;IT'S JUST THE TRIALS, DAMN IT.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even like you made it to the Olympics or something. If you did, I'd probably be more tolerant towards your behavior, but this? &lt;b&gt;NO EFFING WAY&lt;/b&gt;. I am not going to put up with your nonsense and I won't let you continue treating me like dirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During NAGs, you treated me like I was your slave. Wait, scratch that. You didn't treat me like I was your slave. You &lt;b&gt;MADE&lt;/b&gt; me your slave. Always making me clean up after you made a mess in &lt;b&gt;MY&lt;/b&gt; room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and then there was this whole I'm-in-a-worse-position-than-all-of-you-so-you-all-better-shut-up issue. Person 2 (for anonymous purposes, yet again) had been disappointed because she expected to come in 1st but came in 3rd in the end. Person 2 cried and then you were all, "If she thinks she swam badly, take a look at me! I didn't even win anything!" Like HELLO!? I was in front of you, and I didn't make it to any FINALS, let alone win any medals, and my swims were a lot worse than my personal PBs than you were from yours! Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're good enough to make it to Olympic trials, eh? &lt;br /&gt;So now I'm too lousy for you to acknowledge my existence huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first met you, I thought you were a nice girl, I really did. I bet you were only nice to me at first because my PBs were better than yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at NAGs when I didn't perform well, I disappeared into thin air, AM I RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you did better than me in NAG, you're too good to waste your breath on me, RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a good enough swimmer for you to be seen with, IS THAT IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for your information, the timings you performed in NAG &lt;b&gt;were not one bit close to my PBs at all&lt;/b&gt;. When the real Alyssa comes back, she's gonna give you a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, we'll see if you'll come running to me and talking to me like we've been best friends forever. When you do that, I'm not gonna give a shit about you, because I will remember what you've done to me when I was invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Fuck you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with you, I'm leaving you alone. Just be warned that while you enjoy your "superstar moment", people are training hard to watch you fall right out of the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;I'm one of them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Is too angry to post anymore. Better luck tmr. Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas Selamat:&lt;/b&gt; Ya I know. I know Osama inside out (:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claireteng:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA YEAH MAS SELAMAT ^^ And 8k drills is crazy, but at least we didn't finish it (: Ohman, I love short distance fly. Short distance meaning 50m ONLY :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coolest:&lt;/b&gt; Heheh, Mas Selamat IS a hilarious person by nature :D I KNOW I'm having tonnes of difficulty adapting to 33m. It's like I do a sprint, and then I don't know whether it's a good timing or not. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandakhoo:&lt;/b&gt; AMANDAKHOO tell me I got the correct amanda XD Because usually when you tag you don't use capital A for your name but I'm guessing it's you through the way you talk :P And YEAH COOL RIGHT 100 IM! That's why I wanna join! It sounds damn fun and it's definitely fun to swim too. Hahah cause NZ Springs is a short course competition so got 100 IM lorh.. Awesome eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liying:&lt;/b&gt; HUH WHAT BRUSH WITH LOVE. I don't understand what you're talking about. Did aliciafong tell you something or whaaaat -.- Tell me leh I don't have a clue what you're talking about. And sure I'll check your blog (: Be sure there's an update when I check it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachelyu:&lt;/b&gt; FINE FINE DDR THEN! Yknow I should challenge you to the hand one. The one at arcades. I'm pretty good at it, yknow (I just don't tell people cause it's not really something to be proud of, hahahahahah). I think the hand one is called parapara? :D Aaaah I really wanna go back to Singapore INSTANTLY ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-7256569232627719845?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/7256569232627719845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=7256569232627719845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7256569232627719845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7256569232627719845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/step-up-2-streets.html' title='STEP UP 2: THE STREETS'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-1192346506049955341</id><published>2008-03-24T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T15:55:09.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRILLZ</title><content type='html'>Okay today's training sessions were totally awesome!&lt;br /&gt;(Cause they were slack, not because I had fun.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we had 8k of drills. Yeah that was the entire set for morning session but of course we couldn't finish 8k of drills in 2 hours, so we cut it short to about 6k of drills + 6x33 HVOs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super satisfied with my timings although I wasn't swimming freestyle. I hit 21secs for 33fly (And I was really shocked at this, because when Shannon told me I was doing 20s for 33fly, I didn't believe her &lt;b&gt;one bit&lt;/b&gt;). I think I'll be taking 50 fly in NZ Springs because I'm UBER close to making the qualifying time. I'm just 0.19secs away from stupid QET ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I maintained 23secs for 3x33 back, with and without dives (: Add them up and I get 1.09 for 100 back hahaha. The next time I swim 100 back, I'm gonna aim for below 1.15 :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mostly within 5% from the qualifying times for Springs so since I have up till September to train for it, I hope I'll make the qualifying times by then. Target events are: 50 + 100 + 200 + 400 free, 50 + 100 back, 50 fly and MAYBE 100IM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon training was better than morning training. We had 4 sets of 20x33 drills, 1 set per stroke. It was quite tiring though, because the drills were damn hard to do properly -.- Especially the freaking breaststroke. Rah I hate breaststroke ):&lt; Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh that's all I'm gonna watch Step Up 2 tmr with my sis and her friends. Am looking forward to it. Nights everyone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roanne:&lt;/b&gt; LOL well at least you know each other! That's cool enough :P Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claireteng:&lt;/b&gt; ME TOO Aah we must must have more convos like that 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coolest:&lt;/b&gt; I KNOW I LOVE THIS SKIN TOO! That's why I chose it ;D And yeah I miss writing letters but I remember last year I had so many letters to reply to, I nearly went crazy trying to reply them asap LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas Selamat:&lt;/b&gt; GASPS! D: How dare you invade my blog! I shall ask Osama to come and haunt you down HAHAHAHA (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-1192346506049955341?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/1192346506049955341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=1192346506049955341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/1192346506049955341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/1192346506049955341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/drillz.html' title='DRILLZ'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-1125347012673905103</id><published>2008-03-23T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T16:55:26.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEPLESS NIGHT</title><content type='html'>A very, very nice song by Faber Drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sleepless Night&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;I'm still staring at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;I can hear him fighting&lt;br /&gt;With her for no good reason&lt;br /&gt;Will this ever end&lt;br /&gt;Will this house be a home again&lt;br /&gt;If I had my way&lt;br /&gt;I'd corner him and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put yourself in her position&lt;br /&gt;All she needs is recognition&lt;br /&gt;Love's not enough when you say it&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you've gotta mean it&lt;br /&gt;Screwing up the best thing ever&lt;br /&gt;Is something you'll regret forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day goes by&lt;br /&gt;And nothing changed, he's still the same&lt;br /&gt;I can hear her crying&lt;br /&gt;Thinking she's the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;Will this ever end (Will this ever end)&lt;br /&gt;Will this house be a home again&lt;br /&gt;If I had my way (If I had my way)&lt;br /&gt;I'd corner him and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put yourself in her position&lt;br /&gt;All she needs is recognition&lt;br /&gt;Love's not enough when you say it&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you've gotta mean it&lt;br /&gt;Screwing up the best thing ever&lt;br /&gt;Is something you'll regret forever&lt;br /&gt;Take her and make sure she feels it&lt;br /&gt;Let her know you'll never let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwing up the best thing ever&lt;br /&gt;Is something you'll regret forever&lt;br /&gt;Another sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changed, he's still the same&lt;br /&gt;Another stupid fight&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gotta say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put yourself in her position&lt;br /&gt;All she needs is recognition&lt;br /&gt;Love's not enough when you say it&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you've gotta mean it&lt;br /&gt;Screwing up the best thing ever&lt;br /&gt;Is something you'll regret forever&lt;br /&gt;Take her and make sure she feels it&lt;br /&gt;Let her know you'll never let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put yourself in her position&lt;br /&gt;All she needs is recognition&lt;br /&gt;Take her and make sure she feels it&lt;br /&gt;Let her know you'll never let her go&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Faber Drive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;It's Easter Sunday today! That should mean out for shopping and hanging out and all, but all shops are closed today so I stayed at home all day. Woke up at like 10+am then I watched some of my old swimming videos from 2004 and 2005, and I saw how I swam a 29.85 and a 1.05.74 for 50 and 100 free in 2005. Damn, I can't believe I'm still stuck there! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, of course there were things that made me laugh. Amandakhoo, for instance. Our friendship runs a longggg way back hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm let's see. What else did I do.. Nothing much. Just basically watched dvds until American Idol was on at 6.40pm, then dinner and I've been stuck in front of the computer ever since! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school tmr and Tuesday, whoopee! There's training though, damn! ): I can't believe Stef Rice broke the 400IM World record! That's just so amazing. Congrats to her and all the others who broke world records too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; Hahaha once I have the perfect masterplan, it'll be fun (:&lt; Just thinking about it makes me laugh muahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roanne:&lt;/b&gt; Hahah wow training with all these people must drive you to work alot harder, eh? Cool :D You can finally say, "My friend is a world record holder!" Haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandakhoo:&lt;/b&gt; Yes we all love David Archuleta! &lt;3 And sorry lah we only found out about A Walk to Remember recently! HEH. Hitler looks stupid with his moustache -.- And yeah I know the picture thing's damn cool right! (: UNLOCK YOUR BLOG PLEASE, BTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciatan:&lt;/b&gt; HAPPY EASTER ACTOOB! &lt;3 God loves you too and so does the creepy easter bunny yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claireteng:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah but still! NZ's not that far away from Aus ): Aw man choose here if you had to, please! Haha! And yeah I'm cool with the friend, acquaintance thing. I just wanted to post it to remind me about some.. uh, stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mariechong:&lt;/b&gt; I can't believe you passed Perth for your school funfair! D: And yeah school's one heck less stressful here, so I'm enjoying it (: Hahah sure is nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brandon:&lt;/b&gt; Yo Brandon I see you finally tagged! Haha. Tag more often! Oh yeah, do you have Msn? Cause if you do, tag me your email then I can add you online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciafong:&lt;/b&gt; STOP IT IT WASN'T FUNNY OKAY HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for tonight. Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-1125347012673905103?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/1125347012673905103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=1125347012673905103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/1125347012673905103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/1125347012673905103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/sleepless-night.html' title='SLEEPLESS NIGHT'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-4581831469031546923</id><published>2008-03-22T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T08:56:05.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POINT OF DIFFERENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Friend&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  A person you know well and regard with affection and trust &lt;br /&gt;2.  An associate who provides cooperation or assistance&lt;br /&gt;3.  A person with whom you are acquainted&lt;br /&gt;4.  A person who backs a politician or a team etc&lt;br /&gt;5.  A member of the Religious Society of Friends founded by George Fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ac·quain·tance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Knowledge of a person acquired by a relationship less intimate than friendship&lt;br /&gt;2. A relationship based on such knowledge&lt;br /&gt;3. A person whom one knows&lt;br /&gt;4. Knowledge or information about something or someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten these two words all mixed up and realisation has hit me that I've been using the word 'friend' wrongly all this while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were never friends. We are merely acquaintances with each other because we all train in the same swim club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I figured that out before I get more hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mariechong:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA Why can't you believe that I gave up Raffles?! It's not that great a school anyway. I'm only sad cause I left behind all my friends. Other than that I don't really have any regrets cause Raffles food sucks and the homework load sucks more -.- Aww why didn't you go to asean cup at Vietnam or the perth meet?! I went last year zomg it was tonnes of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciatan:&lt;/b&gt; HEY GUESS WHAT! I don't get it either XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WXy:&lt;/b&gt; WHO IN THE WORLD ARE YOU. OMG ARE YOU SOMEONE I'M SUPPOSED TO KNOW? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul:&lt;/b&gt; I told you A Walk to Remember is nice! :D Hahahahah! Yeah I cried loads too :P I KNOW I can't believe I have the same birthday as Hitler! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandayim:&lt;/b&gt; ROFL damn it I wished wikipedia didn't have all the answers ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; Muahahahah if it's a surprise then you're not supposed to KNOW about it, right? (:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peishan:&lt;/b&gt; YESSS David Archuleta! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-4581831469031546923?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/4581831469031546923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=4581831469031546923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4581831469031546923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4581831469031546923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/point-of-difference.html' title='POINT OF DIFFERENCE'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-6417921242928571538</id><published>2008-03-21T14:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:41:27.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EASTER HOLS!</title><content type='html'>Easter hols are finally here! (: No school from today until next Tuesday, so that's a 3-day week in school next week! Yipee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I trained at HPK in the morning. Uhm, it was not rainbow set, thank goodness! It was basically just drills and etc so it wasn't that bad. Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for school and I got my chem results back. I was really excited cause I was confident of getting an Excellence. Well, I did. At first ):&lt; Mr Hassan just had to change my marks from Excellence to a Merit because I didn't right Cl- while explaining! GYAH BUT I WROTE CHLORINE IS NEGATIVELY CHARGED, DAMN IT. So on the top right hand corner of my paper, there was an 'E' that had been x-ed, and then beside it there's a huge 'M' that was circled. I don't care I will BEG Mr Hassan to give me an Excellence LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took bus home with my sis again. Man, I miss being able to tap my ez link card in Singapore. The bus system here is lousy compared to Singapore ): Then my sis left for training at her squash club while I waited till it was 5.15pm before I left for training at Laser Mt Eden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over there, I got introduced to the girl swimmers (there were only 2 girls) and the team is SUPER small in number compared to HPK. I think even Horst's group of swimmers 16 and above at HPK is bigger than the whole of Laser Mt Eden. The training was pretty slack, I'm guessing it's because majority of them are going for Olympic trials next week. Swam 3.1km and the whole thing was just 25m sprints and all. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, ate and then spent the night talking to Rachel Aliciatan Peiqi Huazhen Claireteng &lt;3 but then I couldn't really talk to some of them because my computer kept jamming. Ugh it annoys me to the max. &lt;b&gt;CLAIRETENG I WANT THE PHOTOSSSS PLEASE COME ONLINE SO THAT THE SHARING FOLDERS WILL WORK! :P&lt;/b&gt; Hahahah I miss all of them soooooo much ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh right, that was yesterday. This is today's update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training this morning. HAH It wasn't rainbow set again! :D It was recovery so we swam 1km choice equipment + 5x800 swim, kick, pull, drill, swim + 1km choice equipment and I think that's it? Hahah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SCHOOL so I went home and slacked a lot. I finished some work for History: 4 out of 10 biographies. Which is not bad because I only spent 1hr doing work. The rest of the time between morning training and afternoon training, I spent it on watching tv because Disney was showing back to back episodes of Hannah Montana from 6am till 12midnight ROFL. It's still showing now but I thought I'd take out some time to update my blog since I've already watched that episode heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon training! NO RAINBOW SET AGAIN (: I sure hope Gary's over his rainbow set craze, if not we'll probably get it tmr morning ):&lt; It was sorta like recovery again (: I got one whole lane to myself, because David didn't turn up for training (and he won't turn up tmr morning again, so I hope I get one lane to myself again!) Andrei wanted to swim in my lane but upon realising that the lane beside me was empty too, he took it so we both got our own lanes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like the only 2 who took training more seriously, because both of us didn't make it to NZ Open or olympic trials, so unlike the others who did, we had to do what the programme said. If it was 8x100 kick, it was kick. Those who were going for Open/ Olympic trials could do own choice equipment, so they all wore fins ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that tiring, but I trained well (: Yup so now I'm home and I'll do some more biographies before I catch Drake &amp; Josh on nickelodeon at 8pm. Then AMERICAN IDOL! &lt;b&gt;DAVID ARCHULETA FTW &lt;3&lt;/b&gt; I think he's cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and guess what I found out today. &lt;b&gt;Adolf Hitler has the same birthday as me.&lt;/b&gt; Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today, check tmr for more! Tag replies will be up tmr, too (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-6417921242928571538?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/6417921242928571538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=6417921242928571538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/6417921242928571538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/6417921242928571538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-hols.html' title='EASTER HOLS!'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-4955179381398118302</id><published>2008-03-20T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:38:19.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRIORITIES</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm pushing aside whatever happened during the day, mostly because all my beloved friends are online and I can't risk my com jamming again (like it already has, 5 times in the past 10 minutes) so I'll just put up tag replies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Huazhen &amp; Liying:&lt;/b&gt; Hey guys, no problem! But I still feel so guilty that you guys received your cards late cause I wrote the stupid wrong address ): I promise there won't be a next time and that you will all get your cards on time :D And Huazhen, SHAME ON YOU I expected you to get the joke HAHAHAHAH just kidding! I still love you all! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciatan:&lt;/b&gt; YOWZA I think it takes 3 days more or less? I don't know :P Why you wanna write me a letter ah. GEEZ I'M SO TOUCHED )': Hahahahah I LOVE YOU TOO in a TOTALLY LES way (:&lt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachelyu:&lt;/b&gt; Omg I just realised we don't have a neoprint together either! NOOOOOO when I go back we must do movies neoprints and etc okay! And I demand a rematch at your house for para para!! LOVE YOU HONEYBUNCH. HAHAHA &lt;3 I really can't wait to go back to Singapore! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all I'm back to catching up with all mah girls (lol wth why am I talking like this). Hmm. Enjoy the long weekend! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-4955179381398118302?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/4955179381398118302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=4955179381398118302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4955179381398118302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4955179381398118302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/priorities.html' title='PRIORITIES'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-552063427749907943</id><published>2008-03-19T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:41:37.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCELLENCE (:</title><content type='html'>No morning training on Wednesdays as usual, had late start for school at 9.20am this morning then I took bus home with my sis after school cause my dad couldn't fetch me to training at HPK. Was supposed to train at Laser Mt Eden but I convinced my dad to give me a session off today. Will be training there tmr afternoon though :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically just one major update today. I got back my Investigations (aka Human Bio) paper today and we sorta went through the answers. Honestly, I was kinda disappointed about only getting a Merit for my Inv paper, cause I felt like I put in a lot of effort to learn &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt; right from the beginning in 2 weeks while everyone else had 8 weeks. This was cause I only transferred up to Year 11 in week 6 and then I went to Christchurch for a week so I was like dunno-how-many weeks behind. Plus I thought I did a neat job in answering the questions on the paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yknow how people always say "Trust a woman's instinct"? I finally nailed it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that my teacher had miscalculated my marks and that I actually got an Excellence for my paper. Oh yeah baby (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of 3 tests, I got 2 Excellences. Just gotta wait for my Chem results before I see how well I'm coping in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when I don't feel inferior (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sarahdahlberg:&lt;/b&gt; Muahahaha (:&lt; Tagged ya at your blog already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claireteng:&lt;/b&gt; NOOOOO Why choose Aust! Come migrate to NZ too and we can go to school together again! Why does everyone choose Aust over NZ ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caro:&lt;/b&gt; Hahah not quite, but yeah quite a few new friends ;D Haven't got to know them very well yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mariechong:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA No way lah I won't move overseas just to &lt;b&gt;study&lt;/b&gt; at 14 years old.. Actually my family never planned on moving anywhere. I was planning to go overseas to study for Uni after JC in Singapore but my dad applied for a job here, and he got it so we all decided that it was better if we moved. Yeah that's all there is to it ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachelyu:&lt;/b&gt; COOL! I've never seen them in their costumes before so I don't really know what they look like.. And you ALREADY have a lot of friends, rachel. Don't be so greedy HAHAH :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-552063427749907943?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/552063427749907943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=552063427749907943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/552063427749907943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/552063427749907943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/excellence.html' title='EXCELLENCE (:'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-188792396252347325</id><published>2008-03-18T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:55:17.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROBABILITY</title><content type='html'>Morning training was same old rainbow set. I was feeling pretty good in the water, though it wasn't as good as Monday morning :/ I sprinted so hard for my 100m max and Gary was pushing me bloody hard for it, like it was a competition race. He'd signal for me to push myself harder whenever I breathed. Ugh I hate that kinda pressure. 20x15 after one set of rainbow set, and after approximately 10 I got out of the water to get to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School as usual. Not sure if that's a good thing or not O_o Uhm swimming PE first thing in the morning after assembly. Geography after that. We have an effing geog exam question to attempt as homework and it's an effing ESSAY question ):&lt; Phroarrrr. After recess I had history and watched some video on Adolf Hitler. God, I have so much work for History! It never seems to end. I ate Shapes during lunch (: It's damn nice lah! Did some experiments that I've done before in Singapore during Chemistry.. Then I learnt about probability during Math to end the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon training was so much better than the previous 3 sessions of the week. &lt;b&gt;WE DIDN'T HAVE RAINBOW SET! ;D&lt;/b&gt; Hahahahahah. There were like 2 programmes so we were hoping we got the sprint set, cause it was LOADS easier. In the end, we were right. Those who were going for Open/Aust Age had to do the harder programme. Whee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something damn embarrassing during training in the afternoon lah! After 4x33, we were supposed to do 2x20 dive but I forgot about it and I thought we were doing the 1x33 dive.. So I swam all the way to 33, and then when I finished I realised no one was there! I turned around then everyone was at the 20m mark. I was like, OH SHIT and then Andrei shouted damn loudly at me, "Oi!" and he started waving his arms at me. Omg I felt so embarrassed. Somemore Val laughed damn loudly at me! HAHAHAHAHA OMG I FELT SO STUPID LAH! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ I think I will go downstairs to spend my time watching tv till 10pm, afterwhich I shall do some History work until 11pm or so before bedtime. &lt;br /&gt;Late start @ 9.20am tmr! PLUS, no morning training tmr, and I'll be training at Laser Mt Eden tmr cause my dad can't fetch me to HPK to train ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandayim:&lt;/b&gt; Muahahahaha I'm gonna be mean and leave it to you to find out for yourself when my birthday is ;D And I don't know, Cbox is damn stupid lah, go and censor 'shit' -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandakhoo:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA Yeah it was 12am when you tagged, and YES 55MIN LUNCH ROCKS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Siyan:&lt;/b&gt; OMG COOL! If you move, get a house near to mine and we can go to school together AAAH! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachelyu:&lt;/b&gt; STILL! Sigh, rachel, SIGH! Take better care of your belongings k! Haiyohh. And LOL cool what are you learning about them! I have maori friends :D And please, come and drag my butt back there cause I really prefer to be there too )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul:&lt;/b&gt; Omg patrick star! &lt;3 We should all dress up as patrick star on st patrick's day 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-188792396252347325?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/188792396252347325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=188792396252347325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/188792396252347325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/188792396252347325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/probability.html' title='PROBABILITY'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-3942360947464505766</id><published>2008-03-17T14:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:14:42.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST ANOTHER DAY, STARTED OUT LIKE ANY OTHER</title><content type='html'>YES &lt;b&gt;YES&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;YES&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;YES&lt;/u&gt; !! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most awesome training this morning. We started out with 4x(6x66) for warm-up and then we had some shit &lt;b&gt;rainbow set&lt;/b&gt; (that's what Gary names it -.-) and it was fucking tiring I tell you! But I swam like the best ever since I came to NZ. I felt great and I did really good times too. Gary was pleased and he told me to keep up the good work &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R94P2eBhjEI/AAAAAAAAAs4/6AZl3ROXzSQ/s1600-h/pleased.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178594049969458242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R94P2eBhjEI/AAAAAAAAAs4/6AZl3ROXzSQ/s320/pleased.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the rainbow set we did this morning.&lt;br /&gt;HR= Heart rate, SR= Stroke rate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4x100 on 1.30, HR 140 + SR 31&lt;br /&gt;3x66 on 1.00, HR 150 + SR 32&lt;br /&gt;200 on 3.00, HR 160 + SR 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2x100 on 1.50, HR 170 + SR 43-47&lt;br /&gt;3x66 on 1.35, HR 180-190 + SR 43-47&lt;br /&gt;100 on 2.30, MAX&lt;br /&gt;3x33 on .40, MAX&lt;br /&gt;200 on 3.00, EZ&lt;br /&gt;[Twice through]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I freaking died after one set, and I was on the 2nd lap of the 2nd set when Gary suddenly shouted at me. It was really scary, cause I was breathing to the opposite side of where he was standing. Imagine swimming and all of a sudden, you hear someone shout, "Alyssa!" damn loud at you. I got a shock and I stopped immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found out that he moved me and some others (namely Shannon, Kate and Brianna) into lane 1 and we were asked to do 20x15 dive sprints instead of the 2nd set of rainbow set. I was half relieved half disappointed. I was really determined to push myself to do my very best for the 2nd half of the rainbow set.. Ahwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did like less than 10 dives then I had to hop out of the water cause I had to go to school at 7.20am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;School was pretty relaxed today. It was mufti day! Meaning we could wear whatever we wanted to (: Cause today's &lt;b&gt;St Patrick's Day&lt;/b&gt; :D I wore green shorts and green shoes to match the green theme of St Pat's. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people were out of class today, because they were all on bio trip. So for english, we just stayed at the library to read (which I really really enjoy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was kinda messy; I was still wayyyy behind &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R94SiOBhjFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/NKlKQRUGKZc/s1600-h/censored.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178597000611990610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R94SiOBhjFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/NKlKQRUGKZc/s320/censored.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For math we started a new topic: Probability. I heard from my ex tuition teacher in S'pore that it was a useless topic.. My sis claims the same thing too. Lol. We spent practically the whole lesson just rolling dices to see the probability of getting a 6 -.- In total we all rolled our dices 160 times. Yep. Oh, and I got my math test back. I got Excellence (which apparently is the highest grade anyone can get) and I missed perfect score by one question! Urgh! Me still no happy bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time I spent the whole hour at the library rewriting my history notes neatly and getting things sorted out. Omg it really helps to have a 55min long lunch. You can do soooooooo much work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography! Mrs Outram was away on a field trip with some students so we had a relief teacher who was only in charge of making us copy down some notes.. That was pretty much it I guess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Bio/ Investigations. We convinced Mr Hassan not to teach us anything today cause of the absences of some students due to Bio trip. He let us do our own work and I finished re-organising my History stuff. Yay! But on the not-so-bright side, I only got a Merit for my Bio test &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R94Tz-BhjGI/AAAAAAAAAtI/tnfdJnlebxE/s1600-h/sad.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178598405066296418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R94Tz-BhjGI/AAAAAAAAAtI/tnfdJnlebxE/s320/sad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon training. I got a shock when I saw Gary - He was wearing a huge green hat, a green shirt and he had a fake green beard on -.- Then when I walked past his bagpack, I saw a hairband with two tiny green balloon thingies attached to it that says: &lt;b&gt;Kiss me, I'm Irish&lt;/b&gt;. Well, Gary &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; Irish, you see.. So I suppose he takes St Patrick's Day pretty seriously eh. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we had almost the exact same set as this morning. Just that 24x66 replaced 4x(6x66). Eh wait that's the same -.- We had rainbow set after it again but it was semi-modified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2x200 on 3.00, HR 140 + SR 31&lt;br /&gt;2x100 on 1.30, HR 150 + SR 32&lt;br /&gt;200 on 3.00, HR 160 + SR 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2x100 on 1.50, HR 170 + SR 43-47&lt;br /&gt;3x66 on 1.35, HR 180-190 + SR 43-47&lt;br /&gt;100 on 2.30, MAX&lt;br /&gt;3x33 on .40, MAX&lt;br /&gt;200 on 3.00, EZ&lt;br /&gt;[Twice through]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time Gary made us do Form stroke for the max part for the first set ):&lt; Which mean I had to do backstroke. It was okay-ish but I would've been more satisfied doing free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happened and I called called out of the rainbow set to do 20x15 dive sprints with Kate Shannon David Amanda Alex Stefan Tessa Val. We kinda went crazy and all, false-starting each other because Gary left us to start each other. He had to take care of the other swimmers swimming the rainbow set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be having the rainbow set for the next 2 weeks.. Or at least that's what Gary claims. I am so not looking forward to it &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay I'll get back to my History notes for now cause I wanna keep my Easter hols free. That's from Friday to Tuesday MUAHAHAHA &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R94WGOBhjHI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/6zLqEsdByZg/s1600-h/cool.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178600917622164594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R94WGOBhjHI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/6zLqEsdByZg/s320/cool.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn I have swimming PE first block tmr. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY ST PATRICK'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R94XtuBhjJI/AAAAAAAAAtc/JuIBUS5VvCE/s1600-h/st_patricks_day_pin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R94XtuBhjJI/AAAAAAAAAtc/JuIBUS5VvCE/s320/st_patricks_day_pin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178602695738625170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roanne:&lt;/b&gt; Hey Ro, great to know you're settling in well in training and school! I'm having a bit of trouble with that as you already know :/ I guess I'll just be myself and if they don't accept it, it's not my fault. I'll hang in there (: I'll try, anyway ;D Thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claireteng:&lt;/b&gt; HAHAH I know it's kinda mad huh. But it just shows that Siyan's family is really bonded which is great (: I wish my family could be like that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zhekang:&lt;/b&gt; AAH I LOVE THAT SONG TOO. It's my fave song from Daughtry so far (: It used to be Over You but then I got sick of it heh. Kinda miss you pretty much too! Update your blog often cause I've been reading it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Xinping:&lt;/b&gt; AWW I LOVE YOU TOO! I'm so touched )': Thankyou for believing in me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachelyu:&lt;/b&gt; RACHEL! &lt;333 Hahah hearting is cool ;D MY BIRTHDAY ISN'T UNTIL A MONTH LATER ROFL. That's not called soon! AND ZOMG YOU AND ALICIATAN ARE HOPELESS! Sigh! Be more responsible or your parents aren't gonna trust you in anything soon! I haven't lost a single thing while I'm overseas. Pro huh! Hahah be more careful next time k! LOVE &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R94aHuBhjKI/AAAAAAAAAtk/C6dh91Bqg-U/s1600-h/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R94aHuBhjKI/AAAAAAAAAtk/C6dh91Bqg-U/s320/heart.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178605341438479522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coolest:&lt;/b&gt; Bake up any frownies IS cute, right!! YAY :D I miss writing letters to you during class! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm outta here (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-3942360947464505766?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/3942360947464505766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=3942360947464505766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3942360947464505766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3942360947464505766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-another-day-started-out-like-any.html' title='JUST ANOTHER DAY, STARTED OUT LIKE ANY OTHER'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R94P2eBhjEI/AAAAAAAAAs4/6AZl3ROXzSQ/s72-c/pleased.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615794.post-4630356242999794222</id><published>2008-03-16T15:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:49:26.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUOTE OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>It's sad how people you &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; become people you &lt;b&gt;knew&lt;/b&gt;. When you can walk past someone like they were never a &lt;b&gt;big&lt;/b&gt; part of your life. How you used to be able to talk for &lt;b&gt;hours&lt;/b&gt; and how now, you can barely even &lt;b&gt;look&lt;/b&gt; at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad how times can &lt;b&gt;change&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Missing someone&lt;/b&gt; isn't about how &lt;b&gt;long&lt;/b&gt; it's been since you've seen them last or the amount of time since you've &lt;b&gt;talked&lt;/b&gt;. It's about that very &lt;b&gt;moment&lt;/b&gt; when you're &lt;b&gt;doing something&lt;/b&gt; and you wish that they were right &lt;b&gt;there with you&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-4630356242999794222?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/4630356242999794222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=4630356242999794222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4630356242999794222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4630356242999794222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/quote-of-day.html' title='QUOTE OF THE DAY'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-9131794914856580843</id><published>2008-03-16T07:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T08:17:11.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEELS LIKE TONIGHT</title><content type='html'>You, you got me&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;You, you told me&lt;br /&gt;"Come and take a look inside"&lt;br /&gt;You believed me&lt;br /&gt;In every single lie&lt;br /&gt;But I, I failed you this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like tonight&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm broken inside&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that there's nothing that I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;But try to make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting&lt;br /&gt;For the day you'd come around&lt;br /&gt;I was chasing&lt;br /&gt;And nothing was all I found&lt;br /&gt;From the moment you came into my life&lt;br /&gt;You showed me what's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like tonight&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm broken inside&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that there's nothing that I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;But try to make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt like this before&lt;br /&gt;Just when I leave, I'm back for more&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else here seems to matter&lt;br /&gt;In these ever-changing days&lt;br /&gt;You're the one thing that remains&lt;br /&gt;I could stay like this forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like tonight&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm broken inside&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that there's nothing that I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;But try to make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight &lt;br /&gt;(Feels like tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Tonight &lt;br /&gt;(Feels like tonight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's nothing that I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;But try to make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Daughtry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've failed so many people who believed me when I said I'd train hard and do them proud. I want to make it up to them, I really do. All I'm asking is for you to believe me in one more lie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaronlim:&lt;/b&gt; Oh you didn't get to see him? How sad ): Nah definitely not going SEA Age.. I don't think I'll ever go for one :/ But you did well for your 1500 free, no? Stupid 1st heat of 1st event of 1st day.. I always screw it up. And no, they won't see my blog. I hardly talk to them so I'll never have to reveal my blog to them (:&lt; Of course lah I wish I had the COE team to warm up with, sit with and talk and laugh with )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandakhoo:&lt;/b&gt; OMFG You're kidding!! How come the math SA is so much easier than the math FA!? Absurd! HAHA 4.0 is below average.. RGS and it's crazily smart people. GEEZ! D: And Liying &lt;b&gt;IS&lt;/b&gt; sweet whaaat ;D Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandayim:&lt;/b&gt; ROFL We all make stupid mistakes sometimes. In my case, all the time. That stupid stupid stupid mistake I made last year in my math SA3. It cost me one mark from full marks RAHH. Secret admirers are weird sometimes &gt;.&lt; And yep I uploaded loads of pictures.. And believe me, my courage and determination isn't taking me anywhere. Probably because I don't have any to start with :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Siyan:&lt;/b&gt; OMG Hey I'm okay-ish here. Though life isn't as good as it is in Singapore, I guess I'll live (: AAH you mean you could be migrating here as well!? AAAH!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mariechong:&lt;/b&gt; Hahah yeah only on good days, like those. Sometimes I don't talk throughout the whole of training. It really doesn't depend on me. It depends on the mood of the other swimmers. If they feel Christian then they'll talk to me. If not I'm invisible, yknow? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coolest:&lt;/b&gt; No worries I appreciate it! (: I read every of your xanga updates, in case you didn't know (: I just don't visit your blog cause I get Xanga subscriptions which show me your updates so I don't have to :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claireteng:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA I'm not surprised people like Rainer get into newspaper. They're so freakishly fast!! LOL. I think Siyan meant that the whole family might be migrating?! O_O I don't know I'll ask her :P And HAHA I was like, "Huh what quiz is she talking about?!" when I read your tag.. Then you tagged that you read the 2006 post and I was like, "Oh.. LOL." Love! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciatan:&lt;/b&gt; SHUT UPPPP ITS NOT FUNNY OKAY!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; Thanks so much for your encouragement (: It feels nice to know people care about me (: And bake up any frownies is such a cute phrase! Thanks again! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peishan:&lt;/b&gt; Hahah yeah I know it's just the beginning, but I couldn't help but be disappointed :/ Don't worry I'm kinda all cheered up already (: Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-9131794914856580843?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/9131794914856580843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=9131794914856580843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/9131794914856580843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/9131794914856580843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/feels-like-tonight.html' title='FEELS LIKE TONIGHT'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-4998724437854817677</id><published>2008-03-15T14:59:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:09:00.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NATIONAL AGE GROUP 08</title><content type='html'>The post some of you have been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1 - 2 March 2008, Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda freaked out cause I reached the airport like, super early. Then I didn't know where to go, so I just stood at a spot looking like an idiot -.- Guess who I saw just then. ANDREI. He was lurking around the corner. I went, "Omg omg omg" and I stayed out of his sight until more people came (: Heh. We all just stayed around at the airport for about 2 hours. Then we finally boarded the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposedly got the aisle seat, with Jules at the window and Caylee in between us. Not exactly my ideal seating partners, but since I figured I wouldn't have talked anyway, it'll be okay. Jules swopped seats with me. I know she was kinda making use of me but heck, I just agreed. I was fine with that arrangement until I found out that ____ was sitting in front of my initial seat! I was how sad lah ): I kept quiet the whole way and I just listened to my ipod. I felt so alone. The trip wasn't starting out great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After landing, we immediately went to the pool to train. The pool was quite nice. Especially the public side. There were slides + lazy river + all the fun things that public pools have.. Well basically we trained quite a bit before leaving for the apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uhCOBhiWI/AAAAAAAAAnI/gDQ6e5oDKV4/s1600-h/PICT1333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uhCOBhiWI/AAAAAAAAAnI/gDQ6e5oDKV4/s320/PICT1333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177909256088815970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uhCeBhiXI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/iGA0D_056nY/s1600-h/PICT1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uhCeBhiXI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/iGA0D_056nY/s320/PICT1334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177909260383783282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uhC-BhiYI/AAAAAAAAAnY/J6RFfAFPb6c/s1600-h/PICT1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uhC-BhiYI/AAAAAAAAAnY/J6RFfAFPb6c/s320/PICT1335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177909268973717890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uhDeBhiZI/AAAAAAAAAng/vTF-1Pbiv-k/s1600-h/PICT1336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uhDeBhiZI/AAAAAAAAAng/vTF-1Pbiv-k/s320/PICT1336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177909277563652498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^The pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way to the apartment after training and after moving into our rooms, I realised that my luggage got smashed when it was in the van. The cracks were really bad so I had to ask Jeff to help me buy some tape. I shared a room with 2 single beds with Tessa and Kate got the room with a double bed to herself. Our apartment had like, 2 toilets + 2 bedrooms + a kitchen + a dining table + a living room. It was pretty nice (: We had a tv in each bedroom, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uqheBhi5I/AAAAAAAAArg/Aiq4WmG4nA8/s1600-h/PICT1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uqheBhi5I/AAAAAAAAArg/Aiq4WmG4nA8/s320/PICT1332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177919688564378514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Cracked luggage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uiZ-BhiaI/AAAAAAAAAno/_qUCtCTw-ag/s1600-h/PICT1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uiZ-BhiaI/AAAAAAAAAno/_qUCtCTw-ag/s320/PICT1326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177910763622336930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^My bed is the one on the right, Tessa's is the one on the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uiaOBhibI/AAAAAAAAAnw/oPUXIvsQ0Xg/s1600-h/PICT1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uiaOBhibI/AAAAAAAAAnw/oPUXIvsQ0Xg/s320/PICT1327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177910767917304242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Overall view of the apartment room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uiaeBhicI/AAAAAAAAAn4/UHfv74pRd10/s1600-h/PICT1328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uiaeBhicI/AAAAAAAAAn4/UHfv74pRd10/s320/PICT1328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177910772212271554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uiauBhidI/AAAAAAAAAoA/gHdQMpFMs80/s1600-h/PICT1329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uiauBhidI/AAAAAAAAAoA/gHdQMpFMs80/s320/PICT1329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177910776507238866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Dining table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uibeBhieI/AAAAAAAAAoI/4RHYwgCntOk/s1600-h/PICT1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uibeBhieI/AAAAAAAAAoI/4RHYwgCntOk/s320/PICT1330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177910789392140770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpacked then out for dinner. We all walked to a restaurant and had dinner. Food was quite nice (to me, anyway). Team meeting at 8.30pm after dinner then watched a bit of tv then bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2 - 3 March 2008, Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at like 7.30am in the morning cause I decided to go for morning training, unlike some others. (We could choose whether to train or not.) Only 7 from the team didn't go. The rest did. Swam a bit then back to hotel to shower and change. We were running late and we (Kate, Tessa and I) nearly got left behind by the van(s). Luckily we ran downstairs in time. Made our way to the cinema. I bought a cup of hot chocolate and one large cookie :D Haha. Watched The Bucket List. It was some movie about 2 very different people suffering from cancer who stayed in the same ward and became really good friends before they both died. The story was quite sad and touching, but I wouldn't have chosen it if it wasn't the only movie that suited our timing :/ Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training again after movie + lunch. Back to apartment for shower then dinner at same place, just that this time everyone left dinner early to watch Shortland Street on tv. Lol. I watched a bit of it too. Got my nametag and club flag and programme booklet from Jeff. Team meeting as usual then I had a short talk about my event's pre-race + strategies etc with Gary before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3 - 4 March 2008, Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 of competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up at 5.50am to get things ready for comp. Did my warm-up, got changed and soon I reported to the marshalling area. I was in the 1st heat of the 1st event of the 1st day. Usually, whenever that happens to me, I screw up big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, I did.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam a pathetic 5.02min for 400 free. I couldn't stop crying after that. I wanted so much to use this time's NAG to prove to everyone in my club that I deserved to belong to that club. I wanted them to know that I could be as good as anyone of them were. I wanted to swim well, and show them that I was one of them. I wanted so badly for them to accept me. I tried really hard, but it wasn't enough. &lt;b&gt;It never is.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the heats, I just stoned and I couldn't even smile. Not even when people tried to comfort me. Not even when Horst tried to make me laugh by doing stupid dances in front of me. Nothing worked. My tears seemed endless. Needless to say, I didn't make it to the finals so I didn't have any event in the evening session. Sigh :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagine what they think of me now. "What a loser she is, she can't even qualify for a final when her PB is faster than mine."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch back at apartment after shower. I took a nap till 5pm then left for the pool to watch finals. I was out of the 4 people who didn't make it to the finals. HPK was 3rd in placing after today's races. I was really comforted when Carsten tried to cheer me up -- at least someone cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat alone throughout the whole thing. Actually, I sat alone for every heat and every final. With my ipod, of course. But even my ipod didn't want me sometimes. It always left my hands to be in someone else's. I couldn't say no to people who wanted to borrow my ipod. I didn't know how to. Afterall, I really wanted them to accept me. Maybe if I were nicer to them, they'd be nicer to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think lending my ipod helped. I should've just said no right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had snacks when we got back from finals at 9pm. Sushi, chicken drumstick and a wrap. Something to cheer my stomach up, at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 free the next day. Went to bed before anything could get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 4 - 5 March 2008, Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 of competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 free : 1.05.84&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Again the tears pour.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp; It's times like these that I want someone to lean on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember much of what happened that day, because the above was all I wrote in my book. Must've been a bad day. Actually the whole week was bad. Ohwell doesn't make a difference then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 5 - 6 March 2008, Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 of competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I convinced myself not to cry anymore even though I knew I was going to have horrible races for the rest of the competition. What's the point of crying again and again and again when you know it's not going to get any better, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200m free today. I teared a little when I was at a loss of what to do after warm-up. I felt so not up to 200 free )': Gary gave me a short talk. After that, I thought, "What the hell, I'm gonna end up doing a 2.30." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swam beside Liz, and honestly, it was nerve-wrecking. Afterall I wanted to badly to try to fit in with the team, yknow? In the end I swam 2.25. Liz did a 2.23. Wasn't that bad a swim, I guess. But after my race, I felt like I could've done better, which sent me on a guilt trip ):&lt; No tears though; I'm so grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite cheerful for the rest of the day, so I cheered for people at finals for a change. I was happy when swimmers from HPK did well (: Although I know none of them gave a shit about me, I still cheered for them as if they were my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9ulO-BhigI/AAAAAAAAAoY/BU4jpQkHJ8k/s1600-h/Corey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9ulO-BhigI/AAAAAAAAAoY/BU4jpQkHJ8k/s320/Corey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177913873178659330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Corey in the middle with his gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9ulPOBhihI/AAAAAAAAAog/udyMJJJrG5c/s1600-h/Lance%26Harris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9ulPOBhihI/AAAAAAAAAog/udyMJJJrG5c/s320/Lance%26Harris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177913877473626642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Lance carrying Harris for some weird reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9ulPuBhiiI/AAAAAAAAAoo/dFjx6Xz04Ls/s1600-h/Medals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9ulPuBhiiI/AAAAAAAAAoo/dFjx6Xz04Ls/s320/Medals.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177913886063561250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Ewan and Alex with theire medals (They're the ones in black shirts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9ulP-BhijI/AAAAAAAAAow/TcCP7c3Pubg/s1600-h/PICT1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9ulP-BhijI/AAAAAAAAAow/TcCP7c3Pubg/s320/PICT1337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177913890358528562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Cameron, with drawings on his back that has a picture of a banana and says: DNT TOUCH WAT YOU CNT AFFORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, when I don't think about how I did in my races, I started enjoying this trip a little. I felt mistreated and made use of by certain people though. Like how I always had to clean up their plates + leftover food after they had lunch/dinner at my room. Maybe if I didn't get along with them, it would be their loss, not mine. Hmm :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Lance went crazier than usual and put a banana skin on the Northshore swim team van. Someone had already put a banana skin on the windscreen but Lance just had to add one more -.- Some people are just plain retarded. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in apartment after finals and watched Stranger Than Fiction. Lights out after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 6 - 7 March 2008, Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 of competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who didn't have events + those who had events only in the later part of the morning went to the beach instead of sticking around at the pool to wait for time to pass. Damn, the beach was bloody beautiful. We "did our warm-up" at the beach and just played around until 8.30am. Then we went back to the pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9umxOBhikI/AAAAAAAAAo4/JVBQQdZ410o/s1600-h/Aly-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9umxOBhikI/AAAAAAAAAo4/JVBQQdZ410o/s320/Aly-0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177915561100806722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Sunrise (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9umxeBhilI/AAAAAAAAApA/X6p5Y0cr-0I/s1600-h/Aly-0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9umxeBhilI/AAAAAAAAApA/X6p5Y0cr-0I/s320/Aly-0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177915565395774034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9umxuBhimI/AAAAAAAAApI/odFxPFumGBg/s1600-h/Aly-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9umxuBhimI/AAAAAAAAApI/odFxPFumGBg/s320/Aly-0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177915569690741346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^The playground by the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9umxuBhinI/AAAAAAAAApQ/tzW_Bwx4dp0/s1600-h/Aly-0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9umxuBhinI/AAAAAAAAApQ/tzW_Bwx4dp0/s320/Aly-0012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177915569690741362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^My favourtie pic. That's Kate in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9umx-BhioI/AAAAAAAAApY/iqYBZ9MceAI/s1600-h/Aly-0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9umx-BhioI/AAAAAAAAApY/iqYBZ9MceAI/s320/Aly-0013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177915573985708674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Bouquet of flowers by the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9unmOBhipI/AAAAAAAAApg/GTgauxqbpvA/s1600-h/Aly-0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9unmOBhipI/AAAAAAAAApg/GTgauxqbpvA/s320/Aly-0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177916471633873554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Memorial plates along the bridge thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9unmeBhiqI/AAAAAAAAApo/WLhq0JsODaU/s1600-h/Aly-0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9unmeBhiqI/AAAAAAAAApo/WLhq0JsODaU/s320/Aly-0015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177916475928840866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^View from where I stood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9unmuBhirI/AAAAAAAAApw/-QYM1RglN6o/s1600-h/Aly-0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9unmuBhirI/AAAAAAAAApw/-QYM1RglN6o/s320/Aly-0016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177916480223808178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Surfer dudes out at 8am in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9unm-BhisI/AAAAAAAAAp4/eihLprdlPys/s1600-h/Aly-0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9unm-BhisI/AAAAAAAAAp4/eihLprdlPys/s320/Aly-0017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177916484518775490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^The rest of the team by the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9unneBhitI/AAAAAAAAAqA/b-pvYt4FzGM/s1600-h/Aly-0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9unneBhitI/AAAAAAAAAqA/b-pvYt4FzGM/s320/Aly-0018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177916493108710098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Another beautiful pic of sunrise (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uodeBhiuI/AAAAAAAAAqI/tTjkGNqYlTo/s1600-h/Aly-0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uodeBhiuI/AAAAAAAAAqI/tTjkGNqYlTo/s320/Aly-0019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177917420821646050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Some fishing guide thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uoduBhivI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/ZAh9D6qsd5s/s1600-h/Aly-0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uoduBhivI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/ZAh9D6qsd5s/s320/Aly-0020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177917425116613362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uod-BhiwI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Dyd0xrEXEY0/s1600-h/Aly-0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uod-BhiwI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Dyd0xrEXEY0/s320/Aly-0021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177917429411580674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uod-BhixI/AAAAAAAAAqg/WSTHwSkWCKY/s1600-h/Aly-0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uod-BhixI/AAAAAAAAAqg/WSTHwSkWCKY/s320/Aly-0022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177917429411580690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uod-BhiyI/AAAAAAAAAqo/kxDkLIwxkDA/s1600-h/Aly-0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uod-BhiyI/AAAAAAAAAqo/kxDkLIwxkDA/s320/Aly-0023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177917429411580706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Scenery (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9upUeBhizI/AAAAAAAAAqw/JLuoiFYPCGI/s1600-h/Cameron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9upUeBhizI/AAAAAAAAAqw/JLuoiFYPCGI/s320/Cameron.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177918365714451250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^A funny pic of Cameron doing his side steps :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9upUuBhi0I/AAAAAAAAAq4/vqF6UzYEW8E/s1600-h/David%26Cory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9upUuBhi0I/AAAAAAAAAq4/vqF6UzYEW8E/s320/David%26Cory.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177918370009418562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^David and Corey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9upU-Bhi2I/AAAAAAAAArI/oQtZkhA8Ni0/s1600-h/Stefan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9upU-Bhi2I/AAAAAAAAArI/oQtZkhA8Ni0/s320/Stefan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177918374304385890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Stefan and some others at the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9upVOBhi3I/AAAAAAAAArQ/oK4CX8ail1Q/s1600-h/Team2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9upVOBhi3I/AAAAAAAAArQ/oK4CX8ail1Q/s320/Team2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177918378599353202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^HPK team (not completed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warmed up at about 9.30am for 50 Back, then changed and rested for my event. There was 100 Back for the guys before my event. Some heats had already been swam, and I was like wondering, "When the hell was I supposed to report?" Cause usually Tracy/Jeff will call you out when it's your time to report. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Tracy went, "OMG, Alyssa, you have to run to the other end of the pool. &lt;b&gt;NOW.&lt;/b&gt; You're late for your event." I was like &lt;b&gt;!()*&amp;^*%$ WTF&lt;/b&gt; and I sprinted all the way to the other end of the pool, only to find people from my heat already standing at the blocks, ready to get into the water. Thank God I made it in time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I did a PB of 35.6 (the only PB I ever did in NAG 08). It isn't that good a time, if you compared it with other people but heck, I'm still glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back, I found out from Tracy that I was late for my event because Jeff had forgotten to highlight my name. Hahah then I had an idea to trick Jeff (Cause he had sent some swimmers back to the apartment while I was swimming, and had no idea he nearly caused me to miss my event). I suggested to Tracy that we could all put on an act and tell Jeff that I had missed my event and it was because he didn't highlight my name! ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Gary played along too, and he sent Jeff a text message, saying "Alyssa missed her event. Name not highlighted." HAHAHA Tracy, Gary and I all cracked up thinking about how Jeff would react when we got back to the apartment. We had it all planned out. I had to act sad and all, and Tracy would cover up for me. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went into Jeff's room to get my lunch, Cameron and Carsten and Jeff were all sitting on the couch watching tv. This was what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: &lt;br /&gt;So, did you get a PB?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;br /&gt;(Confused. I didn't know he knew that we were tricking him.)&lt;br /&gt;(Remains speechless.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carsten: &lt;br /&gt;(Looks at me and says) &lt;br /&gt;He's talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Awkward pause -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;br /&gt;Jeff, what did Tracy tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: &lt;br /&gt;How was your swim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;br /&gt;Jeff, did Tracy tell you anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: &lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;br /&gt;(Even more confused. What the hell was going on!? Did he know or did he not know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: &lt;br /&gt;Gary spilled the beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;br /&gt;OH, DAMN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. You know when I received his text, I felt so sick and guilty!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;br /&gt;HAHA serves you right! Who asked you to forget my name!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took my lunch, said, "Thanks Jeff" and then I left the room. Hahahah stupid Gary ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that was the main highlight of the day, cause I didn't exactly write anything else in my book. Except for the fact that David and I were both high during finals that day. We kept laughing and talking about stupid stuff. He was the only one who talked to me for more than 10 sentences per day. He's my really good friend now (: Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9ulO-BhifI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/YR4OqanOnqI/s1600-h/Aly-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9ulO-BhifI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/YR4OqanOnqI/s320/Aly-0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177913873178659314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^David with the huge HPK hat covering his head. He asked me to take this picture of him ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uqhuBhi6I/AAAAAAAAAro/crEKzkOTylQ/s1600-h/Caylee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uqhuBhi6I/AAAAAAAAAro/crEKzkOTylQ/s320/Caylee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177919692859345826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Everyone say hi to Caylee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uqhuBhi7I/AAAAAAAAArw/jraWMFZ9jsk/s1600-h/Harris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uqhuBhi7I/AAAAAAAAArw/jraWMFZ9jsk/s320/Harris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177919692859345842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^That's Harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uqhuBhi8I/AAAAAAAAAr4/oE0ousjbQL0/s1600-h/Elizabeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9uqhuBhi8I/AAAAAAAAAr4/oE0ousjbQL0/s320/Elizabeth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177919692859345858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Don't ask me what Liz was doing back then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9urKuBhi9I/AAAAAAAAAsA/GRfzqOMy5v4/s1600-h/Shannon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9urKuBhi9I/AAAAAAAAAsA/GRfzqOMy5v4/s320/Shannon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177920397233982418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Smiley Shannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9urK-Bhi-I/AAAAAAAAAsI/W8FsNXeWuJQ/s1600-h/Andrei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9urK-Bhi-I/AAAAAAAAAsI/W8FsNXeWuJQ/s320/Andrei.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177920401528949730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Andrei looking confused (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 7 - 8 March 2008, Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 of competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 50 free. I swam 30.65. Terrible swim. I couldn't move at all. I fought back the tears so I didn't cry in front of everyone.. Which was good. My heart was bleeding so badly inside though. It felt horrible to keep it inside. "Oh well, what the heck, so I had another bad swim, that's all" that's what I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later at night during finals session, &lt;b&gt;Anonymous&lt;/b&gt; (Don't wanna mention names) swam her 50 free finals and she did 27.85. I watched her swim. She practically breathed every 2 strokes. AND, she wasn't a freestyler. She was a breaststroker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently her timing won her a GOLD for 50 free. I immediately had to run out of the pool (it was indoors) to cry. It was just SO UNFAIR! She didn't train freestyle, and whenever she did, I ALWAYS won her! Shouldn't I deserve the 27.85 more than she did!? SHE ALSO BREATHED EVERY 2 STROKES while I only took 4 breaths throughout my whole 50 free! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK I DON'T SEE WHY I DESERVED ANY LESS THAN SHE DID! I mean, I've worked so much harder than her! I train full 10 sessions a week; she trains only 8. I never go to the toilet to skip a part of training; she always does that. AND THIS IS HOW I'M REPAID?! IT'S JUST NOT FAIR! I spent the rest of that finals session running outside to cry whenever I thought too much about it. I was so so so so so upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the apartment after finals, I had to tape up my luggage because it literally fell apart. My luck had been really bad, hadn't it. Dinner at Lone Star and most of us had ribs! Omg it was damn nice! (: Didn't really talk much (except to David) so we were back at the apartment by 12.30am. Bed after that cause we had the morning flight the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9urp-Bhi_I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/XE30wqb23t4/s1600-h/Team1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9urp-Bhi_I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/XE30wqb23t4/s320/Team1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177920934104894450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^What we usually do while waiting by the pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9urqOBhjAI/AAAAAAAAAsY/dUa36ag-xj4/s1600-h/Management.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9urqOBhjAI/AAAAAAAAAsY/dUa36ag-xj4/s320/Management.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177920938399861762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Jeff, Jay (sp?), Horst, Gary and Tracy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9urqeBhjCI/AAAAAAAAAso/A4UPJ5ZNwDE/s1600-h/Team4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R9urqeBhjCI/AAAAAAAAAso/A4UPJ5ZNwDE/s320/Team4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177920942694829090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Team photo &lt;br /&gt; From left to right:&lt;br /&gt; 1st row (bottom): Michelle, Rachel, Renee, Jules, Corey&lt;br /&gt; 2nd row : Tracy, Alex, Emma, Caylee, David, Andrei, Stefan, Horst, Gary&lt;br /&gt; 3rd row : Jeff, Liz, Shannon, Kate, Tessa, Me, Carsten, Lance and Jay (below Lance)&lt;br /&gt; 4th row (top): Herman, Ewan, Cameron, Swimming NZ sign, Harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 8 - 9 March 2008, Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up sitting with Tessa &amp; Liz on the plane back. Again, no one talked to me. At all. It was a silent ride. Liz wanted to borrow my ipod (again) and I said okay (again..) She asked if it was really alright if she borrowed it. I said yes. Then I think she suddenly realised that if she borrowed my ipod, I would have nothing and nobody. So she felt really bad and she changed her mind. I thank her for that. My ipod was all I listened to the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we landed, everyone met their parents immediately but my parents were nowhere to be found. I got my luggage and it got cracked even more so I walked around aimlessly with a terribly cracked luggage trying to look for my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nz phone had ran out of $$ so I couldn't call them. Thank God David was still there and he offered to lend me his phone to call my dad. I had to walk outside to look for them. I was really upset at how horrible my week had been, so I angrily slammed the door(s) of my car in front of my dad and my club manager (Jeff). I started crying like hell the moment I stepped into the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad then scolded me like hell about my behavior at NAG and my behavior in front of Jeff. He said he was really embarrassed blah blah blah and then he scolded me about me not working hard enough and that I deserved what I got during NAG. I kept crying until after I got home. I swear, I will do better at the next competition, whatever it is. I swear I'm gonna prove to everyone in my club (especially all the girls who look down on me) and my parents that I know what I'm doing in my life. I swear I'll make it one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;That's the whole story of NAG 08. The next time I travel with the team, I'm gonna make sure I'm actually part of it, and that I'm not just something invisible that no one can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First step is to try training harder. Will I fail before my foot lands on the ground? 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I like morning training like those, especially since you can take your own sweet time to swim the whole set through, and just leave whenever you have to. It was pleasant (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School then had my two tests before recess. They were okay. They gave the periodic table as well as an ion table for chem so it turned out I didn't have to memorise anything. Heh. And there were a couple of questions in math that didn't make sense at all to me so I just filled in some random answer instead of leaving it blank :P Hope all my tests turn out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon training couldn't be more exciting. We had like 20 relays!!!! That was what we did for like the whole session. 4 Fly, 4 Back, 4 Breast, 4 Free and 4 IM relays. Gary put us into 4 groups of 4. He named each group. There was the Sharks, the Titans, the Bunnies and the Tigers. We were the tigers hawhaw (:&lt; Ewan, Kate and Shannon were in the same team as me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a scoring system, so for each relay that a team won, the team would get 1 point. The team with the most points will get bonus lollipops! (: Hahah my team was like pathetic for the first 12 relays. Yes. The first 12. We came in last for like all the Fly, Back and Breast relays. We were the only team that had 0 points -.- Then we won the Free relay. We won 3 out of 4 of them :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary decided to make things more interesting. We won the first IM relay, and he knew that we were gonna catch up with the other groups in terms of points. So he made the 3rd IM relay worth 6 points. My team won it :D Then the last relay was worth 8 points. AND WE WON IT TOO WHOOHOO! Hahahahaha from zero to hero. So our team came in like, 2nd overall. What a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, so many stupid stuff happened during the relay lah. I shall list 2 of the funniest/stupidest ones down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle's team consisted of her, Renee, Alex and Stefan. They were all arguing about which of the guys should go 2nd. Apparently Stefan had gone 2nd at first, and they had won for that relay. Then for the relay after that one, Alex went 2nd and they lost. So there was a major argument going on about it. Michelle and Renee were at one end of the pool, while Alex and Stefan were at the other end. Michelle kept on screaming at Alex, "Don't go 2nd!" And for some reason, she was so mad at Alex that she kept shouting and shouting, and she forgot that we were starting the next relay on the red top. So she missed the red top and got a late start HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the relays ended, Alex repeated the scenario. He pretended to be Michelle and said, "Alex! Don't go 2nd! Alex! Don't go 2nd!" Then he adds on with a tone of sarcasm, "And then you forgot to go -.-" Lol it was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another thing was that everyone got fooled by Andrei! We were having IM relay, and after the first relay, everyone was at the wrong ends of the pool. In order to start at the plunging blocks, we all had to switch sides. This caused a lot of misunderstanding. Everyone was confused with which side we were starting with. At this point of time, Andrei shouts to everyone, "Everyone! Just stay where you are!" So we all assumed that we were starting from the opposite end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever knew that Andrei and Corey went to the opposite sides to switch positions when we about to start the relay already -.- Damn it lah, we all got sabotaged by Andrei. So in the end we had to switch the strokes and this caused us to lose!!! Stupid, stupid, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I think that was all that happened today.. I will probably post about NAGs tmr :/ Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liying:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA Martian language! That's damn cute. And duh I haven't lost my vulgarness. Why would I!? You sweet little girl in SG (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandayim:&lt;/b&gt; Okay SOME admirers are fun.. Or maybe not. I DON'T KNOW I haven't exactly had one yknow -.- HAHA I know you love me &lt;s&gt;and my silliness&lt;/s&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jem:&lt;/b&gt; Hahah chill dude, I already have that song. Appreciate what you're doing though! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anon:&lt;/b&gt; Since you think the feeling's mutual, I don't see any harm in revealing yourself. I seriously have no idea who you are.. Argh it frustrates me! ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaronlim:&lt;/b&gt; Lol you'll find out if you read my post this weekend. I'll post about it. And I'm not surprised you qualified for 200 back. You're a fast backstroker whaaaaat. And holy crap you nearly won &lt;b&gt;him&lt;/b&gt;?! HAHA WOW did he cry??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Van:&lt;/b&gt; Aah, MATH MATH MATH (: How fun. Hee! All the best and work hard! Remember, double weightage! (:&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-3075772881364516321?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/3075772881364516321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=3075772881364516321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3075772881364516321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3075772881364516321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/zero-to-hero.html' title='ZERO TO HERO'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-3843410358139153531</id><published>2008-03-13T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:25:48.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEDLEY MADNESS</title><content type='html'>I swear, I swam the most amount of IM I have ever swam in my entire life so far this morning. For the sets, we could like choose whether to do backstroke or 1/3 fly + the rest free, so I did fly cause I was scared that I wouldn't make the time. God, my arms died and while I swam, I was thinking, "Crap. Shouldn't have chose fly." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then also we had 5x400, and again I chose IM over backstroke.. But I didn't exactly regret it, because I made the time by alot more than what I would've done for backstroke (or at least I thought so) so I was quite satisfied (although that wasn't exactly what my arms/legs were telling me). Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go afternoon training (which explains how I could be posting at this time) because dad can't fetch me and I have no idea how to get to training on time and by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Bio test today. It wasn't that bad, except for the last question which I majorly screwed up. I just tikam tikam then because I only had 5mins left, I scribbled some random answer which I &lt;s&gt;thought&lt;/s&gt; hoped made sense.. Hope I didn't do too badly &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem + Math tmr. Not too worried about it, though I will revise later (Or maybe not :D). Last day of the school week tmr and I can't wait. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished reading A Walk to Remember. The book's totally different from the movie. I nearly cried while reading it in the library lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm that's all for now I'll watch tv for the rest of the evening and after dinner I'll start my revision (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaronlim:&lt;/b&gt; Hahah which unexpected event did you qualify for! Tell me tell me! Is it 50 breaststroke? HAHA. Hmm I did horribly. Yep. I was expecting to do a lot better than how I performed /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Van:&lt;/b&gt; Thanks man! I'm starting to like bio more and more, come to think of it. And swimming 4-5 times a week ISN'T ditching, my dear. Lol no probs will pass on your regards ;D Oh by the way, MATH RULES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anon:&lt;/b&gt; Uh, okay uhm.. Do I know you like me? (Damn, that sounded really odd -.-) If I do, can you just tell me who you are.. I don't really care if you like me or not, yknow. You can just state your name. I'll try not to act weird around you lol. Omg this sounds so awkward.. And please don't go away I don't wanna lose another friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zhekang:&lt;/b&gt; Hey girl! Not too good, unfortunately /: I guess I'll just have to try harder for the next meet then. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catcha guys some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-3843410358139153531?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/3843410358139153531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=3843410358139153531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3843410358139153531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3843410358139153531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/medley-madness.html' title='MEDLEY MADNESS'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-8799944353887841097</id><published>2008-03-12T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T15:45:15.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAPSTICK, CHAPPED LIPS AND THINGS LIKE CHEMISTRY</title><content type='html'>Didn't train at all today. Was supposed to take bus home from school with sis but then the bus didn't come after we waited for fucking long so we walked home instead. Same as last time, my legs died. It took us around an hour to walk home. I reached home at 5pm although school ended at 3.15pm. Damn, I think I was more tired than what I would have been at training. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Bio test tmr. I am not looking forward to it, although I'm confident I've grasped most of the concepts in such a short period of time. Stupid malfunctions, they're the only things I have to spend what's left of my time tonight to memorise. Then there's always Chemistry test on Friday, and to my dismay, MATH. I was informed today that there was a math test on Friday. Not too worried about Chemistry, because I'm very much obviously ahead of the class. Everyone was confused about balancing equations today and I've learnt that like beginning of last year so I hope I don't have to spend too much time revising Chemistry tmr. Math shouldn't be much of a problem either, even though there are some questions which I will have to get used to answering.. Apparently Math questions here aren't exactly all problem sums.. There are so many questions that ask us to &lt;b&gt;describe&lt;/b&gt; the fucking graph. What a nuisance. I was hoping the paper would only be filled with numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.40pm. Gotta get back to my Human Bio revising. And this weekend I should really start catching up on History. At least I'm not training tmr afternoon. Dad can't fetch me. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claireteng:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA Yeah I guess I could call myself lucky.. No what about Kang? Did he break the National u17 record or something??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jon:&lt;/b&gt; Hey dude yep I migrated ): Kinda sad eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandayim:&lt;/b&gt; I MUST MUST MUST TALK TO YOU SOON. I MISS YOU SO MUCH )': &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aloy:&lt;/b&gt; Hahah I always tend to miss out on the fun stuff eh? Trouble always comes looking for me. Sickening. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. Post again tmr when I complain about my Human Bio test hawhaw. People in Singapore, enjoy your March holidays! I would've spent them all hanging out with you guys if I were there (: Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-8799944353887841097?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/8799944353887841097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=8799944353887841097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/8799944353887841097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/8799944353887841097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/chapstick-chapped-lips-and-things-like.html' title='CHAPSTICK, CHAPPED LIPS AND THINGS LIKE &lt;b&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-4207766337690707330</id><published>2008-03-11T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:31:03.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISERY LOVES COMPANY</title><content type='html'>I'm glad people like Bennett &amp; Kau exist. (Those are last names, by the way. Don't wanna put their first names here.) They make me feel welcomed into the club. Especially after they asked me to say that they were my best friends. I hope they really wanted to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that I have a Chemistry test on Friday, too. That's adding on to the Human Bio test I have on Thursday. I'm in deep shit. Now I have to mug like crazy. Relive those days when I was in Raffles. Sigh :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it I'm procrastinating. Better get away from this page before it gets too late for me to study. Stupid, stupid blogger. Sometimes I wonder why I even like blogging so much. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sab:&lt;/b&gt; Hey girl, I'm doing fine, thank you very much! I heard you did AWESOME at SNAG! I'm so proud of you! Continue to train hard and excel! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandakhoo:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA, yes you wished me luck too late. I already left. Heh. But nevermind (: Thanks for the encouragement! And bet my NAG sucked more than your SNAG sucked! At least you had fun. I didn't really enjoy myself there ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandayim:&lt;/b&gt; Hahah AmandaY doesn't seem right. Tell you what. Why don't you tag as Mandy (: It's kinda cute. Hahah. Once again, thanks for being there for me. I love you too and I miss you loads ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claireteng:&lt;/b&gt; AAH HOT GUY MISSION ACCOMPLISHED YAY! Hahah other than that, I'll try to work harder for my next competition (: Hopefully it'll turn out better. Love you too &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zenn:&lt;/b&gt; BOOYA ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachelyu:&lt;/b&gt; HUH how come history has sick worksheets? And nah didn't really have fun in Christchurch. But better than school in a way.. AWW YOU SOUND SO CUTE WHEN YOU'RE CHEESY. I MISS YOU GUYS LIKE HELL TOO ): I wish I could eat jellybeans with you at the canteen again. OH, THE GOOD OLD DAYS ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liying:&lt;/b&gt; I HATE BIO I HATE BIO I HATE BIO!!!! Gyah I have a test and I'm gonna dieeeee. HELP MEEEE &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coolest:&lt;/b&gt; Aww I love you so much. Thanks for everything! Don't worry, I'll be back to the same old cheery and happy Aly who can't seem to stop laughing like crazy soon (: Betcha can't wait for her to come back! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciatan:&lt;/b&gt; YOU. I WANT YOU IN &lt;u&gt;MY&lt;/u&gt; SCHOOL. NOWWWWWW!!!!! I MISS GOING TO SCHOOL WITH YOU. Afterall, we've been going to school together for the past 7 years. HAHAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurul:&lt;/b&gt; NURULLL I LOVE YOU. Thanks for trying to cheer me up. It helped alot. Miss you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOL:&lt;/b&gt; I think I have a good idea of who you are.. but can you please tell me who you really are to confirm.. I hate anonymous people on my tagboard. Thanks and I appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cailyn:&lt;/b&gt; Thanks! But the luck came a teeeeny bit late. Nevermind though. It's the thought that counts! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; I'll bear that in mind. Yup it's not the end of the road yet. I'll keep walking. Someday I'll reach my destination (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eve:&lt;/b&gt; Oh really? You didn't seem like you did too bad.. John's leaving! I'm so sad )': &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ivy:&lt;/b&gt; Hahaha eh at least you deproved in only 2 events right. I deproved in 4. How's that for a change? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciafong:&lt;/b&gt; HEY DEAR I MISS YOU SO MUCH! Eh reply my email!!!! I replied yours as you instructed me to!! Looking forward to your reply! And thanks for everything! LOVE &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anon:&lt;/b&gt; Thanks for your concern, anon. But please, could you tell me who you are? I would very much like to thank you, but I don't know who you are! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AaronLim:&lt;/b&gt; RELAX LAH DUDE I always knew YOU could do it! Hahah well done I'm so happy for you! Hope to be able to catch up with you online sometime soon. I miss talking to you during training. I could always laugh and be happy. Things are a bit different here. Miss you ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jem:&lt;/b&gt; Yo Jem I already told you! Hope you are able to do them now (: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time isn't going to be lenient to me. Better get down to serious business now. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-4207766337690707330?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/4207766337690707330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=4207766337690707330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4207766337690707330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4207766337690707330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/misery-loves-company.html' title='MISERY LOVES COMPANY'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-4626716763686119262</id><published>2008-03-10T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:43:38.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TELL ME, TELL ME, DO YOU FEEL THE PRESSURE NOW</title><content type='html'>Still not in the mood to post about NAGs 08. I am sooooo behind in school work that I feel like dying. No, scratch that. I &lt;b&gt;am&lt;/b&gt; dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Bio test on Thursday, and guess what. My booklet isn't even filled up yet, and everyone else's booklet is already all answered. Great. I am going to fail. I also missed my Geog assessment, which means I missed out 3 credits for NCEA Level One. Learning about World War I in History, and I'm completely lost. I got a new timetable today (3rd time I've changed timetable) and it was because I got demoted from Year 11 Math Advanced to Year 11 MT2, which is still an advanced class, but not as advanced as MTA. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5am this morning, told Dad I was too tired to train. Skipped morning training. Afternoon training was okay. ________ waved goodbye to me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to catch up on. Probably won't be posting anything about NAGs till this weekend when I've more time on my hands. Nightz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-4626716763686119262?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/4626716763686119262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=4626716763686119262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4626716763686119262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4626716763686119262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/tell-me-tell-me-do-you-feel-pressure.html' title='TELL ME, TELL ME, DO YOU FEEL THE PRESSURE NOW'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-4124968322730284622</id><published>2008-03-09T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T11:05:47.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK FROM HELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The worst trip of my life, and the worst performance during a competition, ever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I do not want anything like this to happen anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least _________ was duper nice to me. Giving me a pat on my shoulder, telling me I did a good swim (although it was a terrible timing).. Talking to me when he sat next to me in the car.. Asking how I felt about my first NAGs.. Telling me that I'll grow into the club soon enough.. Making me feel less lonely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If only he had spent more time with me at the pool. I'd probably won't hate the trip as much as I did.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post about it when I'm done with all the crying. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-4124968322730284622?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/4124968322730284622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=4124968322730284622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4124968322730284622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4124968322730284622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-from-hell.html' title='BACK FROM HELL'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-661391566016543143</id><published>2008-03-02T03:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T03:41:07.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEED FOR SPEED</title><content type='html'>One last update before I leave for the airport! I'm so glad I decided to blog today, because I received an email that totally cheered me up! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to blog about now :/ Just so people who visit this site will know, I'll be away from 2 March - 9 March so please do not expect any updates from me. I will not be going online as well (Duh -.-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Please don't flood my tagboard while I'm away! I wish to be able to reply every single tag on my tagboard so please do not make things harder for me by spamming it (Luke &amp; Actoob this goes out to both of you) or flooding it with rubbish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sah:&lt;/b&gt; Haha graphics is really cool! But I had to drop it because it required Year 10 graphic skills in Year 11 ): I took geog &amp; history instead. I'll tag you about who has the crush on him ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliciatan &amp; Amandakhoo:&lt;/b&gt; SIGH both of you are HOPELESS HAHA :D And I love you guys for that &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claireteng:&lt;/b&gt; Yes I love my current room more than my room in Singapore! Especially when I have a huge study desk hawhaw (:&lt; Thankyou for praying for me and I'll do my best! Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luke:&lt;/b&gt; Hahah yayness this is my first time to Christchurch. Nope we don't have projects or tonnes of homework.. Well at least not yet. Yep I know sec2 is hell compared to sec1 eh? AND PLEASE DON'T SPAM OR I'LL FLY TO SINGAPORE AND KEEL YOU (:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coolest:&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHA when I went to visit my xanga to see what my latest post was, I LAUGHED TOO and I couldn't remember typing that haha! I mightttt update it sometime for people like you ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with tag replies now. I think I'll email John about Nationals because he deserves to know about it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OFF TO CHRISTCHURCH TODAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-661391566016543143?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/661391566016543143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=661391566016543143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/661391566016543143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/661391566016543143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/need-for-speed.html' title='THE NEED FOR SPEED'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-6518054028567579186</id><published>2008-03-01T16:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T03:42:09.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAUNTED</title><content type='html'>Before I put up some pics, I wanted to blog about this freaky nightmare I had last night. I woke up at like 3am so I went back to sleep since training was at 7.15am. During those 3-4 hours of extra sleep, I dreamt that I completely missed my event at Nationals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifically saying, in my dream, I thought my event wasn't the first few events, so I didn't do any warm up before competition started. When everyone was reporting for their event (which is my event), I realised that I actually had to report but I hadn't done any warm up yet! Things got totally screwed up. I was like running back and forth the competition and warm-up/down pool and I didn't know what to do - Report for my event or have a quick warm up before my race (if I even made it in time to report for it)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I woke up and realised it was still early for training. I didn't wanna have anymore nightmares so I went downstairs to watch tv instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will I unknowingly let my &lt;s&gt;dream&lt;/s&gt; nightmare become reality?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope not. &lt;b&gt;It better not&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay small talk's over, here's the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kcDaGJv9I/AAAAAAAAAlE/ho-EZa8ScBg/s1600-h/PICT1325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kcDaGJv9I/AAAAAAAAAlE/ho-EZa8ScBg/s320/PICT1325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172696491882037202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^My room :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kcDqGJv-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/zgvYBrsNAhc/s1600-h/PICT1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kcDqGJv-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/zgvYBrsNAhc/s320/PICT1302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172696496177004514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Sis's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kcD6GJv_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/h_BTK0934Jg/s1600-h/PICT1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kcD6GJv_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/h_BTK0934Jg/s320/PICT1303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172696500471971826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^The space outside our room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kcEKGJwAI/AAAAAAAAAlc/CF9jarsVQVA/s1600-h/PICT1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kcEKGJwAI/AAAAAAAAAlc/CF9jarsVQVA/s320/PICT1304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172696504766939138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kcEqGJwBI/AAAAAAAAAlk/RmjF_JNiOrI/s1600-h/PICT1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kcEqGJwBI/AAAAAAAAAlk/RmjF_JNiOrI/s320/PICT1305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172696513356873746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kdd6GJwCI/AAAAAAAAAls/yr38YAKt49Q/s1600-h/PICT1307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kdd6GJwCI/AAAAAAAAAls/yr38YAKt49Q/s320/PICT1307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172698046660198434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Piano with all the clothes all over the piano chair heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kdeKGJwDI/AAAAAAAAAl0/lqyVE7L2rRU/s1600-h/PICT1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kdeKGJwDI/AAAAAAAAAl0/lqyVE7L2rRU/s320/PICT1311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172698050955165746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kdeqGJwEI/AAAAAAAAAl8/bRzHPHb26nA/s1600-h/PICT1312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kdeqGJwEI/AAAAAAAAAl8/bRzHPHb26nA/s320/PICT1312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172698059545100354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Back of the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kde6GJwFI/AAAAAAAAAmE/wI5evzev_aQ/s1600-h/PICT1314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kde6GJwFI/AAAAAAAAAmE/wI5evzev_aQ/s320/PICT1314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172698063840067666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Garage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kdfKGJwGI/AAAAAAAAAmM/RgIoCfnwKIM/s1600-h/PICT1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kdfKGJwGI/AAAAAAAAAmM/RgIoCfnwKIM/s320/PICT1316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172698068135034978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Some cabinets in the garage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kfBqGJwHI/AAAAAAAAAmU/RqVlxN4wUOE/s1600-h/PICT1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kfBqGJwHI/AAAAAAAAAmU/RqVlxN4wUOE/s320/PICT1320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172699760352149618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Luggage for trip tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kfCaGJwII/AAAAAAAAAmc/HSbWKof8ySE/s1600-h/PICT1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kfCaGJwII/AAAAAAAAAmc/HSbWKof8ySE/s320/PICT1321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172699773237051522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^All my chocolate bars + energy bars for comp! (:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kfCqGJwJI/AAAAAAAAAmk/4llwf0Y0j6I/s1600-h/PICT1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kfCqGJwJI/AAAAAAAAAmk/4llwf0Y0j6I/s320/PICT1322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172699777532018834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Comp bag ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kfDKGJwKI/AAAAAAAAAms/i8TAPgyjqPk/s1600-h/PICT1324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kfDKGJwKI/AAAAAAAAAms/i8TAPgyjqPk/s320/PICT1324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172699786121953442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^I inherited my sis's phone since she got a new one HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now I've been delaying bedtime for too long I think I deserve some rest before I leave tmr. Maybe I'll post a short post before I leave for the airport tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 MORE DAY TO CHRISTCHURCH! &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-6518054028567579186?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/6518054028567579186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=6518054028567579186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/6518054028567579186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/6518054028567579186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/haunted.html' title='HAUNTED'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8kcDaGJv9I/AAAAAAAAAlE/ho-EZa8ScBg/s72-c/PICT1325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615794.post-64092228977143092</id><published>2008-03-01T06:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T07:02:59.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AN HONEST MISTAKE</title><content type='html'>Argh dammit I realised I made the same mistake -.- Thanks Anon for pointing out that Ag is silver and that Au is gold. I just can't seem to get it right! ):&lt; But, I would appreciate it if you just stated your name down -.- Because I don't see why you had to put yourself as 'Anon'. I'm not gonna get angry at you or anything since I'm the one who made the &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; mistake &lt;s&gt;again&lt;/s&gt; :P Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training this morning was horrible! The more I swim, the harder it is to sprint. Phroarrrr ): I was holding 32secs for 50 free today and the fastest I could go was 31.6! That's so sad huh. Nevermind I still have Sunday + Monday before my comp starts so I better pick up speed during those 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I found out that a couple of people aren't going to Nationals because something happened ): Maddie's not going cause she dislocated her shoulder and has to go for an operation (or something like that, I'm not sure of the whole story). Jeff's not going either because he injured his foot during camp. Apparently that's the reason why Gary was so angry that he wouldn't talk to us yesterday. Yikes. And my darling Valerie won't be going for Nationals until 3 years later because she's too young! That's utterly ridiculous, considering that her 50 back is 33secs (MADNESS FOR SOMEONE 3 YEARS YOUNGER THAN ME!) and many of her other strokes and crazily fast too. I'm gonna miss her bubbly smile and laughter hahahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I'm going out to buy snacks for my trip later in the afternoon.. And I'm glad to say I'm almost done with my packing! Just have to put in my training gear, snacks, phone + ipod + camera + phone charger + ipod charger + camera charger, slippers, shoes and finally my cap and goggles :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, okay I don't know what else to say now. I'd probably post again later tonight when I'm fully prepared [: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luke:&lt;/b&gt; Omg you mean you've been to NZ before? Which part? Haha &amp; yeah I know Rg food sucks. Live with it for the next 3 years (: And yep the curriculum here's pretty cool eh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nick:&lt;/b&gt; Huh is this nickho?! D: It definitely isn't nickchew.. I think O_o But anyway Bianca's not going Aus Age, she's just going to Perth for another swim meet. Aus Age is in Melbourne (If I'm not wrong). And who's 'zzz'? Oh btw I'm fine, thankyouverymuch and all the best to you too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; Thanks dude and yeah hopefully there's a performance (:&lt; Good luck for NAG in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anon:&lt;/b&gt; I didn't like the fact that you put yourself as 'Anon', but nevertheless, thankyou so much for pointing out my mistake! Hopefully this incident will help me remember (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amandakhoo:&lt;/b&gt; I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT OMGGGG Ya duh of course it's all over the news lah. Who would hide the truth from all the residents in Singapore!? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachelyu:&lt;/b&gt; WHATEVER I would've tried for Fashion Cluster if I was in Rg! Okay maybe I wouldn't but hey I hope you'll love FC! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 noon. Time to find other stuff to do zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-64092228977143092?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/64092228977143092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=64092228977143092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/64092228977143092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/64092228977143092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/03/honest-mistake.html' title='AN HONEST MISTAKE'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-7687079066500152671</id><published>2008-02-29T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:20:37.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEMICALS REACT</title><content type='html'>Short post because I'm in a rush to pack my luggage for my trip on Sunday and I have 15mins before American Idol starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was the same old stuff. We had a surprise Chemistry test though. No one expected to have a test. I was horrified. Only my 2nd lesson and I have a test already. Teacher gave us 10mins to read through stuff before the test start so I made the most out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exchanged papers with students after that to mark. My partner got like 4/18. Poor her. She was impressed with my score cause I got 17/18 and I was like NEW. Hahahahah. I could've gotten full marks if I weren't so blur to mistake Ag for Argon instead of Gold. Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both training sessions today (morning and afternoon) were only 1hour long. Tmr we're training at Lloyd Esmore from 7.15am - 9am. Liz Tessa and I all haven't bought + packed our food + clothes yet and we were talking about how we should all go together to buy food. Hopefully we will (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of packing now. My room's in a whole lot of mess. When I get things organised by tmr I shall post pics. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 DAYS TO CHRISTCHURCH! &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-7687079066500152671?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/7687079066500152671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=7687079066500152671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7687079066500152671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7687079066500152671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/chemicals-react.html' title='CHEMICALS REACT'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-4205869608453896550</id><published>2008-02-28T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T14:22:10.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG SHOCKER THERE, DIDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMING</title><content type='html'>For morning training we just had 4 different sets of drills to work on: Fly, Back, Breast and Free. There were about 10 types of drills for each stroke, and we had to do 3 laps of each drill. Started with free, then back, followed by fly and finally, breast. Uhm I was 1/4 way through the breaststroke drills then I had to hop out because of school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tutor time I went to look for my Dean to tell her my options. She changed all my timetable according to my Year 11 subjects. Then I was informed that I had to start my new lessons &lt;b&gt;TODAY&lt;/b&gt;. I was in horror, because I thought I'd only change class after I got back from Christchurch! D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, THINGS DID NOT GO WELL TODAY. I'm learning Investigation: Human biology and beyong &amp; Chemistry for this semester. Omfg I died for Human Bio lah! I was like totally lost in the class. What with all the Amino Acids + Glycerol + Maltose and all the other cheem science terms. Oh gosh I felt terrible! It was like I haven't studied in ages. Well actually I haven't BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then math. I was put into Advanced Math for Year 11 too, and that's really scary because my sister isn't even in Year 11 Advanced Math. I started out a bit lost in the class, because we were doing graphs &amp; all the gradient thingos, but then I got back on track halfway, mainly because I've learnt the stuff in Singapore already. Just haven't used them in a long while, that's all. I made sure I understood everything that was taught in class by reading my math textbook during recess. It sure helped, to my surprise (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry! Hahaha it wasn't so bad. Anyway I survived half a year of Chemistry with Mr Lau in RG so I obviously survived here too. We're learning Ionic and Covalent Bonding -.- (RG people, this definitely sounds familiar to you :D) so I could keep up. Only problem was I forgot all my elements on the Periodic Table so I had to keep referring to it when I did my homework at home (which was not long ago). Heh other than that it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English we were in the library reading books so nothing much :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography! Uhm pretty interesting stuff. VERY different from Singapore. Cause we're learning stuff that's happening in NZ. We're supposed to have an assessment next week but I'll be away so I'm giving it a miss. Yay! We're learning about wind power now and there's a debate going on about whether they should build a wind power farm in Wellington. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm that's all for today I think. Tmr I will be having all my subjects. Human Bio, Geog, English, Math, Chem &amp; History. I'm not sure how History will be like, since I didn't have it today. I think I'll be able to cope with Year 11 if I work as hard as I did in Singapore. That won't be too bad, I guess. Skipping a year of school certainly is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I'm so sad that I'm not with my Year 10 friends anymore. Oh well I still spend recesses + lunches with them so I'm okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's tmr, which means I'll be packing for Nationals! :D Shopping for snacks and whatnot on Saturday, and take off on Sunday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 MORE DAYS TO CHRISTCHURCH! &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-4205869608453896550?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/4205869608453896550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=4205869608453896550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4205869608453896550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4205869608453896550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/big-shocker-there-didnt-see-that-one.html' title='BIG SHOCKER THERE, DIDN&apos;T SEE THAT ONE COMING'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-7050873983848454650</id><published>2008-02-27T14:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T15:06:29.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVING SINGAPORE STYLE IN NEW ZEALAND.</title><content type='html'>I walked to school today. Yes, can you believe it. I &lt;b&gt;WALKED&lt;/b&gt;. Dad couldn't fetch me to school because we had late start at 9.20am, and he had something on at 8.30am. Stupid late starts gyah! I swear, I have never walked further in my entire life. I think it was even further than walking from Plaza Sing to Suntec which I did a couple of years back (with my darling Aliciatan and Amandayim). Ohman I never want to walk to school again. It took me 40mins to walk. Imagine how far it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made up my mind about my Year 11 options. I have to have 6 subjects. &lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Math&lt;/b&gt; are compulsory, so that makes it 2. Then I'm taking Advancing Science which is made up of &lt;b&gt;Biology&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Chemistry&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Investigating Human Biology and Beyond&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Physics&lt;/b&gt;. That's 4 sciences, but I'm studying 2 sciences in each of the half year semesters so that's 2 subjects. So far I have 4. There were still 2 more subjects I have to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My options were: Drama, Music, Photography, Visual Art, &lt;b&gt;Writing for Publication&lt;/b&gt;, French, German, Japanese, Latin, Te Reo Maori, Te Reo Rangatira, &lt;b&gt;Accounting&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Economics&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Geography&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;History&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Computer Studies&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Design Technology&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Food Technology&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Graphics&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Information Management&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Practical Hospitality&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Textiles and Design&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Learning Skills&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could choose those in &lt;b&gt;BOLD&lt;/b&gt;, since they didn't require any prerequisites.. My options came down to 5: Graphics, Design Tech, Food Tech, Geog, History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted very much to take Graphics again, but Year 10 Graphics was &lt;b&gt;recommended&lt;/b&gt;, so it wouldn't be very good if I joined it in Year 11. That's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Graphics&lt;/s&gt;, Design Tech, Food Tech, Geog, History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted something that would help in my future career (Dentistry, Law, Medicine, Physiotherapy, Pilot, Veterinary Science etc.) and since neither of my goal careers had anything to do with design/food.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Graphics&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;Design Tech&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;Food Tech&lt;/s&gt;, Geog, History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up with &lt;b&gt;Geography&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;History&lt;/b&gt;, to my horror. Now it's like there isn't a difference in coming here or being in Singapore. I'm still learning those 2 subjects. ROFL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope I don't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my club shirt and caps today! (: Training was okay. Could've been better especially for the kick set. Legs were dead after walking to school today -.- Finished my homework during lunch time in school today so I guess tonight I can watch tv again wheeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 MORE DAYS TO CHRISTCHURCH! &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-7050873983848454650?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/7050873983848454650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=7050873983848454650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7050873983848454650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7050873983848454650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/living-singapore-style-in-new-zealand_27.html' title='LIVING SINGAPORE STYLE IN NEW ZEALAND.'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-8794752879684122252</id><published>2008-02-26T14:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:08:49.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOOSING OPTIONS.</title><content type='html'>Social studies today we went to the computer lab, then the teacher started explaining what to do for our reports. Then she told us that we could then start work. I was like "Wtf I did it over the weekends already!" So I went up to her and submitted my already-finished-during-the-weekends reports and she seemed amazed. She let me have free time during the whole of her lesson so I just continued reading Eclipse hahaha. One good thing about doing your homework &lt;s&gt;on time&lt;/s&gt; before hand :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food tech was nice today! Ice cream testing! I had like 7 different types of vanilla ice cream during lesson. We had to rate each of them for how they tasted and looked. Who cares man! It was ice cream, definitely nice (: Except for the low-fat ones. They tasted horrible. Ugh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphics was cool I learnt how to make full use of my watercolour colour pencils (No not repetition by accident) and I used them for shading! Here's a pic to prove how proud I am at my painting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8O60lL-MFI/AAAAAAAAAk8/sAuFPWQsc5Q/s1600-h/Aly-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8O60lL-MFI/AAAAAAAAAk8/sAuFPWQsc5Q/s320/Aly-0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171182209649750098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Graphics my Dean sent a note to my class (That was like the 4th time in 2 weeks. Gosh.) then I went to see her. I'm so happy because she's moving me &lt;b&gt;one grade up&lt;/b&gt;! Hahah! So yes, I will be finishing school by 16 and then I can go to uni muahahah (:&lt; So now I'm no longer a year 10 student. I'll be a year 11 student. Which means I'm a senior in the school! That feels great (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the stupid thick yellow booklet which my sister got when we first enrolled at the school. Now I realise I was mean to laugh at her. Gyah I have to read through it too and choose my options.. I'm taking 4 sciences. I don't think I would've chosen triple science in Singapore but I just decided to choose 4 sciences here since I didn't know what else to choose. Honestly that's the only reason why I choose 4 sciences. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm 8pm now I shall finish my graphics homework and math homework and then I'll read through the booklet of options and maybe go and see my Dean tmr so that I can move into my new class asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm uber sad because I was supposed to go to the ice cream factory on 11 March, Tuesday. But I'll be in my year 11 class by Monday so no ice cream factory outing anymore *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 DAYS TO CHRISTCHURCH! &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-8794752879684122252?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/8794752879684122252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=8794752879684122252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/8794752879684122252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/8794752879684122252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/choosing-options.html' title='CHOOSING OPTIONS.'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8O60lL-MFI/AAAAAAAAAk8/sAuFPWQsc5Q/s72-c/Aly-0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615794.post-8246105880836116161</id><published>2008-02-25T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:09:09.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF YOU CAN'T DO THE MATH, THEN GET OUT OF THE EQUATION</title><content type='html'>No morning training + watch tv before school + no homework from school + easy afternoon set for training = Happy Aly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No morning training this morning so I woke up at 7am (You people in Singapore should be jealous, cause you guys are in school by 7am already) and then I watched tv and had breakfast until 8.15am (More reasons to be jealous!) and left for school after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No homework from school today! I am so happy. I really really really hope I can skip a grade. Then I can go to uni when I'm.. Uhm, 16! Yeah that's right! 16 &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon set was unbelievably easy. 4 sets of 3x (10x33) drill, kick, pull in IM order on 1min! It was the only thing written on the board, so I was thinking, "Is that all we're doing for training!? O_O" Curious, I counted how long it'd take us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I counted: 10x3=30. 30x1min=30mins. 30minsx4=120mins. 120mins=2hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked I thought I counted wrongly. So I tried a different method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4x10x3=120. 120x1min=120mins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same result again! Still in shock, I asked Jess whether the set was gonna take us 2hours. And she said, "Yeah that's all we're doing for training."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't believe how happy I was. Training was also really fun today because alot of people talked to me (for some weird reason). David kept asking me to hi-five him -.- He and his weird hi-fives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rooming with Kate Tessa &amp; Coach Maddie for nationals! Quite unfair, because I have 4 in a room while Liz only has 3 ): Maybe it's cause Tessa and I are first timers in Nationals. That's why we have to room with an adult. Pfftz it's gonna ruin the fun. But my parents say angmoh coaches are different from asian coaches and they'll let us have fun. I couldn't disagree so I'm still happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No homework from school today I'm gonna watch tv now byebye people muackz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6 MORE DAYS TO CHRISTCHURCH! &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-8246105880836116161?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/8246105880836116161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=8246105880836116161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/8246105880836116161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/8246105880836116161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-you-cant-do-math-then-get-out-of.html' title='IF YOU CAN&apos;T DO THE MATH, THEN GET OUT OF THE EQUATION'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-6717724652030125765</id><published>2008-02-24T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T12:41:03.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSYCHIC TWINS FOR LIFE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 14TH BIRTHDAY ALICIA CLAIRE TAN HWEI WERN aka ACTOOB! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A birthday dedication to you since I have nothing else to do, and also because you totally deserve it! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been amazing how we've been in the same school for the past 7 years (And it would have been a total of 12 years if I hadn't moved to NZ) and you don't know how sad I was to have left you ): We have been in the same class for 4 years (Or more, I can't remember) and we've been best friends since Primary 4! I know I used to love sitting in register order, because you me and amandayim would always been the first 3 in the class, and we'd always sit together and have so much fun although it was exam period! I miss those times a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school and amandayim was in another class ):&lt; I always thought you'd go to MGS SBC class for secondary school, but you changed your options and came to RGS for that! I am soooooo thankful for that because if not, I wouldn't have any close friends in my Sec 1 class. It must be fate that we were in the same class again for secondary school! &lt;3 We made a lot of great friends together and we've stuck through thick and thin together, copying answers from people and chionging through homework during recess/lunch. We still had so much fun together when we both went out with amandayim, or hang around amandayim's house. Hahahah life was so much better when you were around (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in NZ and you're in Singapore, but I'm trying my best not to let this friendship between us fade away! It doesn't matter how far we are. True friendship isn't about being inseperable. It's about being seperated and nothing changes (: I'm glad that's how it is between us. Whenever both of us are online, there isn't a time when I never laughed my ass off at your silliness :D You make me laugh when I don't even want to SMILE. That's how special you are to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a perfect example of how much of best friends we are. We were having a video conversation on msn, and we wanted to let each other hear a song that we thought was funny. I played "Bad Day" from Alvin and the Chipmunks and there was like echoing of that song coming from my com so I thought it must've been echoing in alicia's com. Turned out we were both playing each other the same song! Freaky but totally awesome! I'm so happy to have met you. It's one of the bestest things that's happened in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to express how much you mean to me but just know that I want this friendship to last forever (: Continue to pursue your dreams because I'll be here standing by you the whole way through and it makes me proud to say that you're my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 you forever, Actoob!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-6717724652030125765?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/6717724652030125765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=6717724652030125765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/6717724652030125765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/6717724652030125765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/psychic-twins-for-life.html' title='PSYCHIC TWINS FOR LIFE!'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-4642080982228581285</id><published>2008-02-23T21:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:34:46.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IS WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Training&lt;/b&gt; this morning started out totally wet ): It was raining non-stop from yesterday so everyone was freezing. In the end, Gary said we'd be going to Llyod Esmore Park (Indoor pool) to train instead of Pakuranga college (Outdoor pool) since it'd be too cold for us to train properly anyway. But because Lloyd Esmore Park was a public pool, it only opened at 7am, so we stayed at the gym at Pakuranga college to warm up + play basketball until 7am. We then made our way to Lloyd Esmore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I left my netbag behind at the gym when I reached Lloyd Esmore, so I had to go back and it back. It wasn't there, so I figured someone must have taken it to Lloyd Esmore so I went back anyway. It was really there so I continued training as usual. Today we ended at 9am instead of 8.30am because Gary wanted us to finish today's set as it was really important according to him. Anyway after training he told us that those going for Nationals have Monday morning off + 1 session off, so I get to miss 2 sessions next week yay! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Home&lt;/b&gt;, ate breakfast, finished my 2 social studies reportzzz then out for lunch at KFC, then shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shopping&lt;/b&gt; has never been more fun (because I actually BOUGHT something this time). I got 2 dresses - 1 blue + 1 orange. They're both nice and I think I'll bring both to Christchurch. I'm definitely bringing my camera (However lousy it is) along to Christchurch. Pics pics pics it's been awhile since I took any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to another shopping mall to get my shoes/sandals/I-don't-know-what-this-type-of-shoes/sandals-are-called. It's really cute and it's meant to go with my dresses. Hahaha I'm bringing them to Christchurch too whee. Again, pics only when I'm back from Nationals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dinner at Dad's friend's house&lt;/b&gt; after that and I made friends with his daughter and her 2 friends. I can't believe Nerine and Nadia go to Rangitoto college I am so jealous! ):&lt; That school's like huge lah. Gosh. Anyway we spent the whole time talking about random stuff until like 1.30am where I came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.30am to now&lt;/b&gt; I've just been doing my Graphics homework, reading through all my NAG information, and finishing a part of my other Social studies homework. Of course there's always procrastination like talking to people on msn (which I am still doing) so there's no surprise it took me so long to finish my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8ArilL-MCI/AAAAAAAAAkk/47Vi2-8Hs60/s1600-h/Aly-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8ArilL-MCI/AAAAAAAAAkk/47Vi2-8Hs60/s320/Aly-0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170180245319200802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^My Graphics homework. Had to draw a stapler freehand in 3D (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8ArnFL-MDI/AAAAAAAAAks/GMoEQWaL3Y4/s1600-h/Aly-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8ArnFL-MDI/AAAAAAAAAks/GMoEQWaL3Y4/s320/Aly-0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170180322628612146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^I wrote all of that out okay! Social studies. Click to see enlarged and you'll see my handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8ArnFL-MEI/AAAAAAAAAk0/-vFkR-V4gnY/s1600-h/Aly-0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8ArnFL-MEI/AAAAAAAAAk0/-vFkR-V4gnY/s320/Aly-0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170180322628612162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^NAG stuffz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now&lt;/b&gt; it's like 3.15am here and nobody's freaking online so I have to get my well-deserved sleep and make sure I make a 28secs and 1.01min for Nationals so that I can go Aust Age!!! Shocking how much motivation and drive I have here compared to Singapore. Maybe it's because I actually stand a chance to get somewhere, unlike Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And suddenly life has a totally different meaning to it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 MORE DAYS TO CHRISTCHURCH! &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-4642080982228581285?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/4642080982228581285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=4642080982228581285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4642080982228581285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4642080982228581285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/wont-go-home-without-you.html' title='LIFE IS WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE.'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R8ArilL-MCI/AAAAAAAAAkk/47Vi2-8Hs60/s72-c/Aly-0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615794.post-7012639329286282635</id><published>2008-02-22T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:38:42.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT'S MY GOAL</title><content type='html'>Okay now I have new goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's to make the &lt;b&gt;Australian Age Group&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;9th April 2008&lt;/b&gt;. Since I'll still be 13 years old during that time, my qualifying time is &lt;b&gt;29.00&lt;/b&gt; for 50 free, and &lt;b&gt;1.02 something&lt;/b&gt; for 100 free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second goal, &lt;b&gt;to skip a grade&lt;/b&gt;. My Dean will have a look at my 2007 report and decide if I should jump to Year 11 instead. If I manage to do that, I'd be graduating the same time as Tingwen. Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have the energy to post about today. I'm dead beat and I need some sleep. Out shopping tmr after morning training and then dinner at dad's friend's house ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shizzz I hate social studies reports. At least I'm almost done. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday wish for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 14TH BIRTHDAY TAN LIYING! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-7012639329286282635?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/7012639329286282635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=7012639329286282635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7012639329286282635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7012639329286282635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/thats-my-goal.html' title='THAT&apos;S MY GOAL'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-4880372673549718171</id><published>2008-02-21T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T15:43:38.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRUSHCRUSHCRUSH</title><content type='html'>Have to design a Human Rights poster, write 2 reports on 2 different cases of people who are not protected by Human Rights, and suggest 3 ways to help these people for each report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate homework -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Age Group meeting after training this afternoon. Now I know who is going and who isn't. Hahah (: I'm still excited about the whole thing. It's new to me, you see. And I'm the only one who hasn't travelled away with the HPK team so hopefully my first trip would be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relay today! It was really exciting cause it was only 15m relays hahahaha. Peter and I agreed that 15m relays were good because you'd never know when someone who's at the side without a wall cheats or not. Muahahahaha (:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay uhm athletics day was okay today. I just listened to my ipod, read my book (and finished it!), and slept throughout it. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of school week tmr whoots.&lt;br /&gt;One more day to the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;10 days to Christchurch! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot to say to you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I got a lot to say&lt;br /&gt;I noticed your eyes are always glued to me&lt;br /&gt;Keeping them here and it makes no sense at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They taped over your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Scribbled out the truth with their lies&lt;br /&gt;Your little spies&lt;br /&gt;They taped over your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Scribbled out the truth with their lies&lt;br /&gt;Your little spies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush, crush, crush&lt;br /&gt;Crush, crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1, 2, 3, 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone&lt;br /&gt;Just the one, two I was just counting on&lt;br /&gt;That never happens&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm dreaming again&lt;br /&gt;Let's be more than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to play it like a game&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on let's play&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending &lt;br /&gt;Than have to forget you for one whole minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They taped over your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Scribbled out the truth with their lies&lt;br /&gt;Your little spies&lt;br /&gt;They taped over your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Scribbled out the truth with their lies&lt;br /&gt;Your little spies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush, crush, crush&lt;br /&gt;Crush, crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1, 2, 3, 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone&lt;br /&gt;Just the one, two I was just counting on&lt;br /&gt;That never happens&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm dreaming again&lt;br /&gt;Let's be more than this now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock and roll baby &lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that we're all alone now&lt;br /&gt;I need something to sing about&lt;br /&gt;Rock and roll honey&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, baby that we're all alone now&lt;br /&gt;I need something to sing about&lt;br /&gt;Rock and roll hey&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, baby that we're all alone now&lt;br /&gt;Give me something to sing about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone&lt;br /&gt;Just the one, two I was just counting on&lt;br /&gt;That never happens&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm dreaming again&lt;br /&gt;Let's be more than, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone&lt;br /&gt;Just the one, two I was just counting on&lt;br /&gt;That never happens&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm dreaming again&lt;br /&gt;Let's be more than&lt;br /&gt;More than this, oh&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Paramore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-4880372673549718171?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/4880372673549718171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=4880372673549718171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4880372673549718171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4880372673549718171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/crushcrushcrush.html' title='CRUSHCRUSHCRUSH'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-8939398778552193132</id><published>2008-02-20T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:01:29.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO HOPE FOR."</title><content type='html'>School as usual. Completed all my homework. I suddenly want to transfer school for some reason. To St Kentigern College. It's a private school in Pakuranga and it's really near where I train (Pakuranga College). I figured it'd be a whole lot easier if I went to school there. Besides, St Kentigern looks like a castle I tell you. Okay maybe not but it looks awesome. The buildings are really nice and it looks beautiful from outside. If there was a scholarship to there I'd totally try for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training! As usual but I've confirmed my legs are dead-er. Bloody hell I can't move them anymore! AT ALL! Argh!!! ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athletics day finals tomorrow at school, so I only have 2 hours of lessons. Yay because that means no homework (: Then friday and then the weekend! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait can't wait 11 more days to Christchurch! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-8939398778552193132?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/8939398778552193132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=8939398778552193132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/8939398778552193132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/8939398778552193132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-know-what-to-hope-for.html' title='&quot;I DON&apos;T KNOW WHAT TO HOPE FOR.&quot;'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-6282323428999480806</id><published>2008-02-19T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T17:06:01.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GENUINE SMILES (:</title><content type='html'>Was today just awesome or awesome! (: It was athletics day today, and I didn't know that we didn't have classes. I was the only one who didn't sign up for any event for athletics day, so I had like the whole day to myself and I could do whatever I want! Wheeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of being out on the field like everyone else, I stayed in a classroom along with other people from the other year levels to do whatever I want. I finished up my math homework so now I have no homework to do yay! Then I decided to read as much of The Kite Runner as I could. Halfway I got kinda tired, so I took out my ipod and listened to music while reading. Eyes got tired, so I put down my book and watched a movie on my ipod. I thought it'd last me the rest of the school hours but my battery was running low already so I just switched back to listening to music and took a short nap (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, TRAINING! Hahahahah today's training was retarded. Not that the set was easy or anything (But on second thoughts, we've begun tapering already), but we suddenly had so many stupid convos today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz: &lt;br /&gt;You know today at school, my social studies teacher told me about this guy, who killed a baby by slitting him/her open and stuffing drugs in him/her to bring to America!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: &lt;br /&gt;(Shocked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz:&lt;br /&gt;That poor thing! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter:&lt;br /&gt;The baby's already dead, so get over it already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz:&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, but seriously, why would anyone want to stuff drugs in a baby!? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrei:&lt;br /&gt;To make it smell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Gary:&lt;br /&gt;Try to kill someone with your turns! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure, I'd kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahah. Hahahahahah. (And she kept laughing to herself for a decently long time..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Gary:&lt;br /&gt;We're going on the red top, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff:&lt;br /&gt;(Pushes off the wall at the black top when we have 30secs more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;(Stops him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefan:&lt;br /&gt;Jeff what are you doing! We're on the red top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff:&lt;br /&gt;I know! I'm practicing my push-offs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone:&lt;br /&gt;._________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff:&lt;br /&gt;(Goes back to the wall and pushes off it a couple of times more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Mallory:&lt;br /&gt;Gary keeps calling you A-lee-si-ah! I can't take it! It's A-lee-sa right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;Yup it's A-lee-sa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie:&lt;br /&gt;Yah, and Sam calls you Alicia. Hahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;My coach in Singapore used to call me that too -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie:&lt;br /&gt;It's so annoying. I'm like, GET IT RIGHT GARY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really really happy because I've already gotten my excuse letter from my Dean in school for being away for &lt;b&gt;one week&lt;/b&gt; to be in Christchurch! Whoohoo! This is the first time I am going to skip school for one week because of a swimming competition. Hahah! I'll be away for one full week: Sunday 2 March to Sunday 9 March. I really can't wait to have my first competition with the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My checklist thingo is out too. We're having some movie night on Monday in Christchurch according to the list and we have a dinner on Saturday! Like it is with Asean Cups. I will go out this weekend and look for a nice dress to wear for that dinner. I know I usually &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; wear dresses and I was the &lt;b&gt;Anti-Dresses&lt;/b&gt; kind of person. But being here in a totally new environment, I've come to realise that dresses make people look really nice so I think I'll go dress-hunting this weekend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my coat from HPK and it makes me really really nice and cozy and warm in the mornings. It's like super thick and there's like wool inside. I shall take a picture of all my gear/clothes/whatever things when I've packed for Christchurch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time for dinner now. I hope my trip to Christchurch will be exciting and fufilling! Of course, I'm not exactly looking forward to the "competition" part, but that's what it's all about, isn't it? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck guys, because I have 11 more days to mentally and physically prepare myself for my first major meet which will involve the whole of NZ swimming communitee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-6282323428999480806?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/6282323428999480806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=6282323428999480806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/6282323428999480806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/6282323428999480806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/genuine-smiles.html' title='GENUINE SMILES (:'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-5591226345104481824</id><published>2008-02-18T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:23:08.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONDAY BLUES</title><content type='html'>We had the same programme for both morning and afternoon training! During afternoon training, I was like thinking, "Eh how come the sets are like exactly the same so far?" And so I asked Kate and she was like, "Yeah we're doing this morning's programme." -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God my legs are dying. I can't even find the strength to kick anymore! Proves that I've been training hard but I'm gonna need more than that. Gyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science + Graphics + Math (If I feel like doing) homework. Aiming to finish by 8pm then Drake &amp; Josh for half an hour then baking cream puffs with mom and then eating cream puffs with ice cream after that wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired and I better start doing my work if I wanna finish them by 8pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in love with A Walk to Remember &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-5591226345104481824?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/5591226345104481824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=5591226345104481824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/5591226345104481824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/5591226345104481824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/monday-blues.html' title='MONDAY BLUES'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-3761588697921366318</id><published>2008-02-17T13:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:12:25.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>)':</title><content type='html'>I can't help but cry whenever I see Landon crying because of Jamie. Stupid Dana has got me hooked onto the movie argh! ): How long will it be before I get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in the whole day today. Too tired to go out. Nationals coming up in less than 3 weeks. Will be missing school camp which sounded loads of fun, but I guess I'll be enjoying myself a lot more in Christchurch (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream here is really nice. Yesterday I had triple scoop ice cream for $4.80! And it's New Zealand Natural, too (: It's really expensive in Singapore. I'm glad I can enjoy ice cream more often here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, let's see. I finished The Choice by Nicholas Sparks yesterday, and towards the end I really wanted to cry too. But it wasn't as touching as the true love between Landon and Jamie. However the way Travis Parker (The main guy in the book) missed and pined for Gabby while she was in a coma after an accident really touched me too. How the love between Travis and Gabby lasted for 11 years of marriage was really touching. Nicholas Sparks sure has a talent for turning cliche plots into wonderful stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am currently reading The Kite Runner. It's out in cinemas for like forever and my sis desperately wants to catch it. I don't know whether we will. Oh well I'll think about it later. For now I'm just gonna finish up watching the last bit of A Walk to Remember and then go downstairs and get myself watching other shows on tv. Yes, I know I'm watching A Walk to Remember again.. What did I say about Dana getting me hooked onto it!? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon: (Asks Jamie for help in memorising his lines for the Spring Musical)&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Okay, on one condition. You have to promise not to fall in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;Landon: That's not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Landon: I might kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: I might be bad at it.&lt;br /&gt;Landon: That's not possible.&lt;br /&gt;(They kiss)&lt;br /&gt;Landon: Jamie, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;(Long pause)&lt;br /&gt;Landon: Now would be the time to say something.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: I told you not to fall in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in between all our laughs, long talks, stupid little fights and all our jokes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I fell in love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-3761588697921366318?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/3761588697921366318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=3761588697921366318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3761588697921366318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3761588697921366318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=')&apos;:'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-206685702962429453</id><published>2008-02-16T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T16:08:23.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A WALK TO REMEMBER</title><content type='html'>I cried like hell today. I was super touched by the movie "A Walk to Remember". I'm telling you, although the plot was a teeny weeny bit cliche, I still love the movie even though I'm usually a I-dislike-cliche-plots-cause-they're-so-predictable person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little info about the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Walk to Remember is a movie based on the novel by Nicholas Sparks. A guy called Landon Carter gets into trouble and therefore he was punished by the school principal to participate in after school activities, such as tutoring disadvantaged children and acting in the school's Spring Musical. Through these activities, he is forced to interact with a girl he has been in the same class for forever: Kindergarten to high school. This girl's name is Jamie Sullivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Sullivan, unlike Landon Carter, was just a typical girl-next-door. Her father was a pastor. She always wore very ugly clothes which the popular kids (Including Landon) make fun of. One day, Landon approaches Jamie for help with the school play because he had difficulty memorising the lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, many things happened (which I am obviously not going to state here because it'll just ruin the whole story!) and both of them fall in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to tell anything about the ending either cause that's where all the tears come. In case you guys were wondering, Mandy Moore takes the role of Jamie Sullivan while Shane West takes the role of Landon Carter. I was really touched by how much Landon actually loved Jamie (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V96uhfQ0x9A&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V96uhfQ0x9A&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day while I finish up my homework, finish up The Choice by Nicholas Sparks, and patiently wait for people to come online (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon: Are you scared? &lt;br /&gt;Jamie: To death... &lt;br /&gt;[Landon looks upset] &lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Lighten up. &lt;br /&gt;Landon: It's not funny. &lt;br /&gt;Jamie: I'm scared of not being with you. &lt;br /&gt;Landon: Oh baby, that will never happen... I'll be here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is a leap of faith.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-206685702962429453?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/206685702962429453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=206685702962429453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/206685702962429453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/206685702962429453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/walk-to-remember.html' title='A WALK TO REMEMBER'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-5056262010268810429</id><published>2008-02-15T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T15:33:13.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R-E-S-P-E-C-T.</title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or do people here have the habit of disrespecting and talking back to their elders? I just couldn't stand the way they were talking to Sam today at afternoon training. As a girl who sometimes disrespects my elders, if &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; can say that they were disrespectful, they really are. Trust me on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary was only at training for the first 10mins to give the programme. He then left for Juniors (The 12&amp;amp;under people had a competition) so he left Sam in charge of training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Person B today. She was obviously in the wrong for shouting "GO" to Person A when Sam didn't even give the command to go. Sam obviously got mad and he punished Person B by making her get out of the pool and stand by the pool deck. It may seem stupid, but seriously you wouldn't want to be on the pool deck while you're wet because today was one hell of a windy day, so you would &lt;b&gt;freeze&lt;/b&gt; on the pool deck. Person B was also unallowed to go into the pool unless Sam said she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, Person B grudgingly stood by the pool deck. I mean, if I were her, I would do so without a complaint since I &lt;b&gt;was&lt;/b&gt; in the wrong and I can't deny it. Oh, but Person B? Hahah, she just had to go against Sam's orders and hop into the pool when she couldn't take it anymore. She continued making noise and laughing and disregarding Sam's orders whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally Sam got angrier and he shouted at her to get out of the pool, and guess what Person B said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;I'm not getting out. I DON'T WANT TO.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell who is she to defy her coach's orders? So what if she doesn't want to get out. It doesn't mean she can choose not to. I mean, I don't want to do 2k timed kick all the time but I always follow orders without making any sound! Why can't she do the same?! I don't understand. The worst thing was her attitude towards Sam. Sam is her coach afterall and she doesn't have any right to talk back to him like that! I can't stand her attitude. Just thinking of it makes me sick. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. If you didn't find that a good enough reason, here's another one. When an adult scolds you, you will wait until he/she is done with the scolding before you point out where he/she may have misunderstood the whole situation. Kids like us aren't supposed to interupt while they are scolding us because it's rude, however unreasonable the scolding might seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Person B got scolded for another reason (which I am too lazy to type about) so let's just say she wasn't in the wrong, but she was in the wrong for talking back to Sam. &lt;b&gt;Again&lt;/b&gt;. She kept saying really loudly, "&lt;b&gt;Can you please let me speak!?&lt;/b&gt;" in that furious tone of hers. Once again her attitude made me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I really really wanted to get out of the pool, tell Sam that I couldn't take the bad attitude/behaviour of the team anymore. And that it was pointless to continue swimming this session because it was obviously just a waste of time to swim with that kinda attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I had to put up with more nonsense today. At least I know my roomie for Nationals @ Christchurch is nice. I know who she is. Gary told me who I was put together with. Thank God I'm not with Persons A, B and C. I wonder if Gary knows I kinda dislike them. Apparently he put me permanently in their lane grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I know how important respect is to people now. I must constantly remind myself not to be like Person B and treat my elders with more respect. I'd hate it if people say I don't practice what I preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's okay today just that Math Advanced is really boring because we're learning GST now and the teacher's just teaching everything that me (and my class) knows already. Plus she teaches really slowly and she keeps asking if she's going too fast. Oh god someone has to tell her that we don't respond to her questions not because we don't know the answers. It's because the answers are so obvious we feel there's no need to answer them. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighter note, no homework for english socialstudies science graphics foodtech heatlh &amp;amp; tech. There's only a bit of math because we're gonna be missing the next few lessons cause of althetics day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna finish up reading Ender's Game by tonight and then finish The Choice by this weekend so that I can start reading The Kite Runner and then Eclipse when my sis is done with it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I'm in love with books. Better read while the interest lasts. I'll end off with a birthday wish (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 14TH BIRTHDAY RACHELYU! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-5056262010268810429?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/5056262010268810429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=5056262010268810429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/5056262010268810429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/5056262010268810429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-it-just-me-or-do-people-here-have.html' title='R-E-S-P-E-C-T.'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-5618595971118758806</id><published>2008-02-14T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T14:48:46.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINES DAY &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Valentines day spent all alone on Thursday. No friends let alone lovers lol. It's sad to spend a day that's meant for people to get together and have fun alone :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some bad 2nd impressions on some people in HPK now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A hates me (it's quite obvious) and I hate her too, but Gary made me swim in the same lane as her, and claimed that she is around the same as me for sprinting when I can win her without having to kick at all. Yet she still thinks she's all that. To hell with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person B is nice to me when she feels like it. The other day, her lane was crowded and I was planning to join her lane, but she got angry and she started complaining about how crowded it was and she even shouted, "&lt;b&gt;Can those who don't belong to this lane get out of it?!&lt;/b&gt;" Eventually I got pissed off at that comment and I could tell that I wasn't welcome there so I moved to the not-so-fast swimmers lane. She then stopped complaining. That shows that she was chasing me away. She will pay when I show her how much better I am than her.. For now I will be patient and put up with her nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person C is generally nice and hasn't done anything to provoke me but she only talks to me when her friends (persons A and B) are not at training. If they are, then I'm practically invisible to her. Don't have to wait till someone tells me that I'm just a substitute friend to her. When she needs me, I'm there. When she doesn't need me, heck about where I am. Sometimes it also seems like she doesn't want me to swim in her lane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persons A, B and C swim in the same lane and I try not to go to that lane whenever I can. I don't care if I have to go to the slower swimmers lane to swim. They are definitely a lot nicer and friendlier and they make training alot less serious with all their laughter. And, I get to lead the lane without having to poke the person in front of me (Usually who is Person A) before she gets pissed and asks me to lead. That's why I like swimming in the slower swimmers lane. &lt;b&gt;At least I get some Goddamn respect.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been okay so far. I spend my recesses and lunches with the same few people but I never engage in their conversations much. I just sit with them but I do my own homework and stuff cause lunch time is really really long. I also met this girl who is crazy about Edward Cullen too! :D She's in my Math Advanced to top that. Yay! Oh and she's chinese too, I think (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I have to do my book reviews and I'm doing my book review on Flowers For Algernon cause it's such a lovely story. Gotta get the habit of reading books now cause I have to read a mininum amount of books each year -.- The teacher will check too, so dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to spending time with me myself and I on Valentines day. I wonder when my first Valentines day will be special. Hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R7PkOlL-MBI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HsK34Ea0ObA/s1600-h/Dibujo_thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R7PkOlL-MBI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HsK34Ea0ObA/s320/Dibujo_thumb.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166724136675717138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-5618595971118758806?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/5618595971118758806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=5618595971118758806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/5618595971118758806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/5618595971118758806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-3.html' title='HAPPY VALENTINES DAY &lt;3'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R7PkOlL-MBI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HsK34Ea0ObA/s72-c/Dibujo_thumb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615794.post-4632679279807778944</id><published>2008-02-13T15:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:18:14.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP &amp; STARE</title><content type='html'>This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us &lt;br /&gt;It's time to make our move, I'm shaking off the rust &lt;br /&gt;I've got my heart set on anywhere but here &lt;br /&gt;I'm staring down myself, counting up the years &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steady hands, just take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;And every glance is killing me &lt;br /&gt;Time to make one last appeal &lt;br /&gt;For the life I lead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere &lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared &lt;br /&gt;But I've become what I can't be, oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare &lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder why you're here not there &lt;br /&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair &lt;br /&gt;But fair ain't what you really need &lt;br /&gt;Oh, can you see what I see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're trying to come back, all my senses push &lt;br /&gt;Untie the weight bags, I never thought I could &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steady feet, don't fail me now &lt;br /&gt;Gonna run till you can't walk &lt;br /&gt;But something pulls my focus out &lt;br /&gt;And I'm standing down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere &lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared &lt;br /&gt;But I've become what I can't be, oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare &lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder why you're here not there &lt;br /&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair &lt;br /&gt;But fair ain't what you really need &lt;br /&gt;Oh, you don't need &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere &lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared &lt;br /&gt;But I've become what I can't be &lt;br /&gt;Oh, do you see what I see&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;One Republic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R7KYrVL-L3I/AAAAAAAAAjM/c66LjCXwAoQ/s1600-h/__life_lessons_thumb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R7KYrVL-L3I/AAAAAAAAAjM/c66LjCXwAoQ/s320/__life_lessons_thumb.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166359592736534386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R7KYrlL-L4I/AAAAAAAAAjU/Ov5HsYp7v84/s1600-h/01AwcAX0tREEsAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R7KYrlL-L4I/AAAAAAAAAjU/Ov5HsYp7v84/s320/01AwcAX0tREEsAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166359597031501698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R7KYrlL-L5I/AAAAAAAAAjc/QG9ZzcHKRTY/s1600-h/01AwcAX0BTyX0AAAABAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R7KYrlL-L5I/AAAAAAAAAjc/QG9ZzcHKRTY/s320/01AwcAX0BTyX0AAAABAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166359597031501714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R7KYr1L-L6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HM1xqaC9Wgk/s1600-h/2_thumb_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R7KYr1L-L6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HM1xqaC9Wgk/s320/2_thumb_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166359601326469026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R7KYsFL-L7I/AAAAAAAAAjs/gfh9dyW_3yw/s1600-h/2s7xuo7_thumb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R7KYsFL-L7I/AAAAAAAAAjs/gfh9dyW_3yw/s320/2s7xuo7_thumb.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166359605621436338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to homework. Tired and can't focus!!!! )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-4632679279807778944?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/4632679279807778944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=4632679279807778944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4632679279807778944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4632679279807778944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/stop-stare.html' title='STOP &amp; STARE'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R7KYrVL-L3I/AAAAAAAAAjM/c66LjCXwAoQ/s72-c/__life_lessons_thumb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615794.post-2555633699782194562</id><published>2008-02-12T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:57:42.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CUBES &amp; SPHERES</title><content type='html'>3rd day of school only and I'm piled up with work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning Human Rights in Social studies, it sounds pretty interesting and at least it isn't some kinda civilisation topic (unlike History last year) so I guess I won't die of boredom? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science is not cool. I'll be re-learning all the topics I learnt in PSLE year. Electricity, plant reproduction, FAMILY TRAITS (WTH!?), forces and motion etc. Omgah I'm gonna die in class and I'll be listening to the same things I've heard 2 years ago. Now I have to complete my homework. Dang it cause I forgot all that I've learnt -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advanced math! Not so cool either cause it's compulsory for all students in Advanced math to join 2 math competitions thing. Like math olympiad but only 2 of the competitions. I'm not sure what they're called but wth I'm so not interested in them. Eeeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphics! I learnt how to draw a cube sphere prism pyramid etc properly today and it is my homework to draw those 6 shapes and shade them (whee!) by Friday. I like graphics :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food tech! We'll be making smoothies and going to ice cream factory for excursion sometime soon and yay I like food especially ice cream muahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all now it's 10pm. Got no training tmr morning so I'll spend the rest of my night doing homework. What a way to waste my night. Sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-2555633699782194562?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/2555633699782194562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=2555633699782194562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/2555633699782194562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/2555633699782194562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/cubes-spheres.html' title='CUBES &amp; SPHERES'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-7633531856466987936</id><published>2008-02-11T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T15:00:21.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8)</title><content type='html'>School today wasn't that bad. I've talked to some people in my class and they seem pretty friendly to me. Jess is the nicest so far (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my English homework already. Yay! I'm gonna catch Drake and Josh in a couple of minutes so today's post is pretty short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School camp from 5th-7th March and it sounds really interesting! It's to some place and it'll be like OBS just that it's not so fun (I think) but we have to cook with the gas thingum and sleep in tents etc. So sad I can't go because I'll be in Christchurch for Nationals, WHICH IS TOTALLY WAY MORE EXCITING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened at training except that I survived (Which is a miracle) haha! Laterrr ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I'm one of the few people in my class in Math Advanced so they all think I'm a nerd *()!@^&amp;%#*&amp;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-7633531856466987936?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/7633531856466987936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=7633531856466987936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7633531856466987936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7633531856466987936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/8.html' title='8)'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-5848790410851142184</id><published>2008-02-10T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:01:54.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUMP IN</title><content type='html'>Catching Jump In on Disney channel later cause I think it's a cool show. Not much today, and I was hoping some close friends would turn up online yesterday, but sadly on Rachelyu and Aliciafong were there ): Glad you two were there though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knocked out at 12midnight yesterday cause I was too tired :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out today but didn't do much. Grocery shopping and just browsing at the malls. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly looking forward to school tmr. I have PE but I don't know how the uniform thingo works for it and there wasn't any explanations on the booklets they gave us. It's all really unclear. I kinda regret signing up for the swim meet too. I don't know what to do cause they don't give briefings there. Idiotic. I should cancel my sign-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe I'm saying this but I miss training. At least I have people to talk to over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off. 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src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R66DOlL-LzI/AAAAAAAAAis/6Q1ii2xNSvk/s320/MCO_Enjoy_WordArt_Large_Web_view_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R66DO1L-L0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/vZ4CGbhXf1g/s1600-h/paths_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165210113459236674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R66DO1L-L0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/vZ4CGbhXf1g/s320/paths_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R66DO1L-L1I/AAAAAAAAAi8/ultG-G5vBEQ/s1600-h/strong_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165210113459236690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R66DO1L-L1I/AAAAAAAAAi8/ultG-G5vBEQ/s320/strong_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to be remembered as the girl who always smiles even when her heart is broken.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R66DPFL-L2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/8vro0o4dYLs/s1600-h/thwanttoberemembered_thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165210117754204002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R66DPFL-L2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/8vro0o4dYLs/s320/thwanttoberemembered_thumb.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the one that could always brighten up your day even if she couldn't brighten her own.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-5848790410851142184?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/5848790410851142184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615794.post-185116398557285948</id><published>2008-02-09T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T06:50:21.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONEY MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND</title><content type='html'>There was much excitement in this morning's training (: I had relay for the first time at HPK and it turned out quite fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we had 3 captains: Julia, Renee and I-don't-know-what-her-name-is-and-never-got-around-to-ask-her :P To decide who gets to pick first, they were each given a $1 coin by Gary/Horst to toss. The person who gets the odd face gets to choose first. For the first few times, they all tossed the same face so they kept tossing and tossing until finally the-girl-whose-name-I-don't-know was the only girl to get tails so she got to choose first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Julia and Renee were arguing about who should go second so they came up with some stupid thing where whoever manages to toss the coin and end up with the face that they bet they will. Julia chose heads and Renee chose tails but again, it didn't really work out so they kept tossing and tossing. Julia then changed to tails and she tossed and got tails so yay her she got to choose second lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to choosing team members time! I was expecting to be picked last but I got picked quite early so that's a surprise to me. And guess what, I was picked by the-girl-whose-name-I-didn't-know so I felt damn paiseh cause she knew me! Plus she trains with Horst and not Gary so I don't know how the hell she knew my name and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I ended up in the same team as the captain (of course), Val, Brett (I think that's his name. Hope I didn't get it wrong), Michelle, Nicola, Andrei (Hah I finally know how to spell his name) and and and two more guys if I'm not wrong which I probably am. Gyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relay started off with free. We were leading then somehow we lost and got 2nd ): Jule's team won. So Renee's team (who came in last) got to choose what to do next. She choose IM and my team got last for that! ): Jule's team won again for the IM. Horst said that if her team won again for the last relay, the other captains have to give her their $1s. She was so happy to hear that hahahah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron was like, "You'll have to share your $3 with your team!" &lt;br /&gt;Jules said, "$3 divide by...(realises there are around 10 people in her team) OH C'MON!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah these people can be so funny sometimes. Anyway my team won the backstroke (: So Julia didn't get her $3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all for morning training. Won't be posting anything about training until Monday since I have no training until then. Yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn tired now. I wanna sleep. Now to decide to sleep or watch tv. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-185116398557285948?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/185116398557285948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=185116398557285948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/185116398557285948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/185116398557285948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/money-makes-world-go-round.html' title='MONEY MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-6216503467499874176</id><published>2008-02-08T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T14:09:17.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUNK'D</title><content type='html'>Gary and Horst freaked me out at morning training today. When I was walking over to the pool deck to leave my netbag at lane 6, they called me, and then told me there was &lt;b&gt;4K TIMED KICK&lt;/b&gt;. I immediately dropped my netbag on the spot and my jaws dropped too. I was like thinking, "OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG!" Gary then said, "I know how much you're gonna enjoy doing it." Horst made it even worse and followed, "And I know you're gonna enjoy how long you're gonna take to do it even more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally freaking out as I walked back to my bag. My mind was filled with "OMG 4K TIMED KICK OMG 4K TIMED KICK".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe they were actually pulling a prank on me. When the programme was out, I was like searching desperately for when the 4k timed kick was, but after looking at the programme for the 2198436518129365th time, I STILL DIDN'T SEE IT. It was then I realised I got PUNK'D! ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GARY AND HORST, IT WAS SOOOOOOOOOOO NOT FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway during training, when we had 6x100 free on 1.25, I had a sudden difficulty in breathing. It was like, whenever I breathed, my lungs would hurt really badly! I stopped for awhile and then I started coughing and coughing. I was scared that I fell sick. Anyway I continued swimming, and then two laps after, David who was in front of me, stopped and started coughing too. I was like eh O_O? So coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone finished the 6x100 free and were at the wall, there was LOADS of people coughing. It was hilarious man. Then everyone started complaining about how much their lungs hurt when they breathed. HAHAHAH IT WAS DAMN FUNNY! Simon commented, "Is everyone's lungs screwed or what!?" ROFL LMAO I don't know what caused everyone to cough but it was weird and funny at the same time heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was a total disaster today. Guess what, I was the ONLY new student in my class (So much for the DEAN telling me that I won't be alone blah blah blah) and there were like cliques in the class already, so I spent the whole day at school alone. Until when school was over, two very nice and friendly girls from my class approached me and introduced themselves (: They were both really nice, offering help and all, but I was quite dao because I didn't know what to say to them :/ Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my timetable already and I'm very proud to say that &lt;b&gt;I GOT INTO MATH ADVANCED CLASS&lt;/b&gt;! :D Yipee! And I've also signed up for my school's swim carn and heats are next wed. Finals are on fri. LOL I'm just gonna swim it through cause I know it isn't much of a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon training straight from school. I was like dying for 200 max kick even though I wasn't exactly going max. My legs felt so numb and they couldn't move anymore! ):&lt; Gyah. Training wasn't that bad, maybe just kinda tired from school so that's why I didn't do well for HVOs. (HVOs here are different from HVOs in Singapore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn hungry. Everytime I finish showering at home after training, I come straight here to blog. Lesson learnt. Gonna fill my stomach now. Seeya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-6216503467499874176?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/6216503467499874176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=6216503467499874176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/6216503467499874176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/6216503467499874176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/punkd.html' title='PUNK&apos;D'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-4119641294884644070</id><published>2008-02-07T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:11:40.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR :D</title><content type='html'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was mediocre day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being Chinese New Year, I didn't receive any angpaos, and I probably won't because we don't really celebrate CNY here in NZ. Sad eh? Talking about angpaos, my grandfather (from my dad's side) has never given me an angpao in my whole life. Yeah that's how mean he is. That's why I don't really like him. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training this morning was mediocre too. There was 2k timed kick AGAIN but this time I pulled it through. I tried my best to kick as hard as I possibly could throughout the whole 60 laps. Results? I got lapped 7 and a half times compared to the other day's 11 times, which is an improvement. That means I was 15 laps behind today but 22 laps behind the other day. Even though I was still 15 laps behind, I felt good about myself. At least I didn't let myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School at 10.30am and it was bullshit. All the new students assembled in the hall and then we had the usual speeches blah blah blah. It wouldn't have been that bad if the people actually talked in ENGLISH but nooooo, they practically all talked in MAORI, which I didn't freaking understand. In the end I fell asleep but woke up when it all ended (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to get our school internet access thingos fixed and then we went home at 1pm. Tmr we'll be going to our tutor groups so I think it'll be less boring. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh yes, I think Gary is crazy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, he tells me that I can go 27secs for my 50 free, and this morning he tells me that he's giving me less than 12 months to go below 1min for 100 free. In fact, he's expecting me to hit below 60secs by &lt;b&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;/b&gt;. I know there was a Spring Meet in Sept which was short course, so I thought 1min for short course wouldn't be too bad, but he clarified and made it clear that he wanted me to do below 1min for LONG COURSE #$%^*&amp;)(! Dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andre (Uh not sure how to spell his name) has ohso kindheartedly told me that I should get below 1min for my 100free as quickly as possible because he suffered something terrible when he didn't hit Gary's target for him. *Shudders* He refused to tell me what it was but I guess I'd rather NOT find out for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm hungry gonna go down for dinner. Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-4119641294884644070?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/4119641294884644070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=4119641294884644070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4119641294884644070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4119641294884644070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year-d.html' title='HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR :D'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-435357020349189103</id><published>2008-02-06T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:08:33.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY WAITANGI DAY!</title><content type='html'>Life has finally decided to change for the better for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is WAITANGI DAY! What that is, I don't really know but a public holiday definitely makes me happy! To all in NZ, HAPPY WAITANGI DAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start out, I had the morning off because I don't train on Wednesday mornings. Spent the entire morning just lazing around watching the telly. Yknow how much I like that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon training was a blast! I had my first ever heart rate set in New Zealand! Trust me, &lt;b&gt;YOU'LL LOVE IT HERE&lt;/b&gt;. In comparison to the heart rate set that John gives us 2-3 times a week in Singapore, the heart rate set here is really easy. When someone like ME says it's easy, IT REALLY IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's heart rate set would be 30x100 free on 1.40.&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand's (or rather, my club's) heart rate set is 30x66 on 2mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah! Right in your face. 34m less AND, we have extra 20seconds rest to top that! ROFL. I feel so good right now. I swam reasonably well for that set. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I learnt ALOT of new stuff (about stroke rates and turns) from Gary! Hahah now I understand a whole lot more about how training works here in NZ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick set was 8x100 on 1.50, and although I didn't make the cycles, I didn't stop kicking hard and I didn't give up! (: Like finally, right? I feel so proud of myself although I didn't make that freaking cycle which makes me feel kinda pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also talked more during training today. The people are generally very nice. Except for a few people who are alot better than me. I guess I'm just beneath them and I don't deserve their breath to be wasted on me. Ohwell it's not like I haven't experienced this before in Singapore. Who cares about them anyway. I wouldn't wanna talk to those kinda people even if they did talk to me. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now to wrap up the day, I'm gonna have steamboat dinner because today also happens to be CHINESE NEW YEAR EVE! (: Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, there's school tmr pfftz will post about it tmr :P Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-435357020349189103?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/435357020349189103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=435357020349189103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/435357020349189103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/435357020349189103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-waitangi-day.html' title='HAPPY WAITANGI DAY!'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-5229999345383722050</id><published>2008-02-05T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T14:34:21.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD, BAD DAY.</title><content type='html'>Today was crappy. From the beginning, right to the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, morning training. The warm up set was 800 free below 10mins. WHAT THE FUCK LAH. I can't even do below 5min for 400 free even when I'm chionging like siao and now we have 800 free below 10mins for WARM UP. Go and die man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that (&amp;*^#$! 800 free, we had &lt;u&gt;2km timed kick&lt;/u&gt;. Great. My kick sucks like shit and now there was 2k timed kick. I got lapped for the first time after 6 laps (which is 200m). 2km was 60 laps and guess how many times I got lapped? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ELEVEN.&lt;/b&gt; Yes I got lapped eleven times, which also means, I was &lt;b&gt;TWENTY-TWO&lt;/b&gt; laps behind everyone. So when everyone finished 60 laps, I had only done 48 so I had to keep kicking like an idiot (cause I wasn't allowed to cut laps) and then everyone swam like 800 free with fins and finally I ended the same time as them. WTF LAH I HATE HATE HATE HATE KICK SETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was the end of the bad things that would happen to me, but NOOOOOO.. Apparently Heaven made a fool out of me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home at around 8.45am, my mom told me that I had to go to school to sit for my FUCKING ENGLISH TEST which was supposed to be at 8.30am this morning. ARGH. The teacher called when I didn't turn up at school and I was like thinking, "WTF I THOUGHT I DIDN'T HAVE TO SIT FOR THE TEST."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I went and the test was pretty easy -.- The teacher marked it on the spot then she confirmed that I was in mainstream english. WHADDAHELL MAN waste my one hour in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon training sucked big time too. I'm telling you, I HATE KICK SETS LIKE SHIT. And my dad actually caught me giving up at the 8x100 kick on 1.45. Helloooo it isn't my fault. For a girl who can't even make 2mins for 100 kick, there isn't even any point to try making 1.45 cycles. It's just wasting her effort. So I slacked away and my dad gave me a long long long lecture on the way home. I cried in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary also wants to see me (and probably my father, too) so that he can sit down and talk to the both of us about MY goals etc etc. My dad CLAIMS that Gary said that I can make 27secs in one year and when I heard it, I seriously laughed my head off. What kind of a stupid joke is that. Afterall I'm just a girl who can't even make 2mins for 100 kick. How is it possible to make 27secs for 50 free in one year. Pfftz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go on anymore. I'm tired of trying. Especially when you STILL get lapped a fucking eleven times even though you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts on Thursday and that's gonna make training a hell lot worse. Okay I've had enough of this. Time to go downstairs and enjoy dinner while watching tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE ):&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-5229999345383722050?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/5229999345383722050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=5229999345383722050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/5229999345383722050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/5229999345383722050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/bad-bad-day.html' title='BAD, BAD DAY.'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-1039684300530400811</id><published>2008-02-04T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T14:13:22.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUN LIKE THE WIND</title><content type='html'>Gary was back at the pool today! First time I met him. Quite awkward actually. Anyway I'm not sure about his programmes but up till now I still prefer Horst ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Math test today was a &lt;b&gt;breeze&lt;/b&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I loved &lt;3 came out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;ALGEBRA&lt;/u&gt; &lt;3&lt;li&gt;Geometry :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A mix of other stuff that I've learnt before :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sit for the English test cause it only applied to students whose 2nd language was English. Everyone say YAY! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that. At 2.30pm I went for my first ever dental appointment in NZ. The dental clinic was freaking nice I tell you! I wish I could take pics but it'll seem damn weird if I do. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid dental appointment lasted until 4pm (and that's when training starts!!!!) so I had to rush home and get my training stuff then rush all the way to training. Luckily I reached there at 4.30pm so I wasn't too late (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't get scolded. Yipee. &lt;br /&gt;Both sessions were okay today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL STARTS ON THURSDAYYY ):&lt;br /&gt;PRISON BREAK ON TV TONIGHT &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;STEAMBOAT AT HOME ON WEDNESDAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm signing off now. Byebyez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-1039684300530400811?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/1039684300530400811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=1039684300530400811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/1039684300530400811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/1039684300530400811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/run-like-wind.html' title='RUN LIKE THE WIND'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-253206344786152722</id><published>2008-02-03T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T09:55:16.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWIMMING COSTUME PARADISE :D</title><content type='html'>I went to bed at 3.30am this morning and ended up waking up at 9am -.- My sis, who turned in for bed like 109738285041274 hours earlier than me woke up 197826430918273 hours later than me too -.- I should've just slept more, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole morning + a bit of the afternoon re-organising my clothes + other stuff and it's much, much, much neater now. I've arranged all my swimming costumes and I got a huge shock when I realised how many swimming costumes I actually own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R6UeLSIQsKI/AAAAAAAAAhk/3BvcxjkIhIo/s1600-h/Aly-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R6UeLSIQsKI/AAAAAAAAAhk/3BvcxjkIhIo/s320/Aly-0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162565727044022434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^The left side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R6UeLyIQsLI/AAAAAAAAAhs/NSgez3a5HfM/s1600-h/Aly-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R6UeLyIQsLI/AAAAAAAAAhs/NSgez3a5HfM/s320/Aly-0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162565735633957042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^The right side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R6UeLyIQsMI/AAAAAAAAAh0/-J4svoOLG-s/s1600-h/Aly-0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R6UeLyIQsMI/AAAAAAAAAh0/-J4svoOLG-s/s320/Aly-0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162565735633957058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^The whole view from my phone camera :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna have a headache from now on when I want to choose what to wear for training hahahahah. My mom says I can open a shop with them ROFL. Anyhow, I love all my swimming costumes &lt;3 They're all so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People had better come online today or else I'll dao them when they come online next weekend (:&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-253206344786152722?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/253206344786152722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=253206344786152722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/253206344786152722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/253206344786152722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/swimming-costume-paradise-d.html' title='SWIMMING COSTUME PARADISE :D'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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/_EzASBbgxerY/R6UeLSIQsKI/AAAAAAAAAhk/3BvcxjkIhIo/s72-c/Aly-0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615794.post-5624066100033159646</id><published>2008-02-02T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T20:19:15.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY SHEET D:</title><content type='html'>OMFG, I just realised after double-checking my booklets (I JUST knew I left out something) and found out that I didn't buy my books for some compulsory subjects which I thought weren't compulsory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I amazingly left out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;DRAMA&lt;/b&gt;/ART/MUSIC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HEALTH&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SOCIAL STUDIES&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That only means one thing: One more trip to the bookstore pfftz. Ohwell my sister has to get her was-unavailable-at-the-bookstore-just-now music stuff too, so hopefully, no harm done :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit I'm damn tired it's 1.14am now and I've been up since 5am this morning.. Wah my eyes are killing me right now. I wanna sleep but I haven't managed to catch anyone online (Except amandayim &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel like I don't fit in anywhere. Singapore doesn't want me anymore &amp; NZ doesn't want to take me in either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling unwanted. Not the first time I've felt it, but it still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now, tell me, which one can I call "home"? :/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-5624066100033159646?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/5624066100033159646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=5624066100033159646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/5624066100033159646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/5624066100033159646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/holy-sheet-d.html' title='HOLY SHEET D:'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-7918798279879885411</id><published>2008-02-02T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T19:23:15.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELECTRIKKK SHOCKZZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;And omg, _______ blogs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway training this morning was okay, just that I felt like a total asshole because I nearly did the wrong set by going to the wrong lane. Omg omg omg I feel so stupid right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought almost all my school supplies: Exercise books, notepads, calculators &amp; shoes. Put them all together + school uniform = retarded look. Oh yeah I also received a letter from the school and apparently I'm in Tutor Group 10TO and it's the last on the list of "tutor groups" so I hope that's not a bad thing. My teacher is Mr Kevin Tomlinson and I reckon it's gonna be preeeeety weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not looking forward to the test on Monday. On a brigher note (or maybe not), Gary's back! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's online right now so I guess I'll just stone in front of the computer in until 3am in the morning before I find out no one will actually bother to come online and then I'll go to bed feeling sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, you'll never know how much I miss you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I still can't believe you actually BLOG. Hahahahah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-7918798279879885411?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/7918798279879885411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=7918798279879885411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7918798279879885411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7918798279879885411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/electrikkk-shockzz.html' title='ELECTRIKKK SHOCKZZ'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-771845496442192352</id><published>2008-02-01T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T15:00:08.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's finally Friday so that means &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I only have one session left tmr! (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The weekend starts tmr (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can finally talk to my friends online till past midnight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NO TRAINING UNTIL MONDAY when Gary gets back O_O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I only have 2 days left to prepare for my tests&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School starts in 6 days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This afternoon's set was nice &lt;3 It was quite tiring but damn fun! First time I ever got to swim something like that. Luckily I managed to do good times compared to this morning's nightmare. Ah-hah! Contrast! Get it? &lt;b&gt;Morning&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Night&lt;/b&gt;mare? ROFL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks like I can &lt;u&gt;NEVER&lt;/u&gt; escape Literature -.- Not entirely, at least.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-771845496442192352?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/771845496442192352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=771845496442192352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/771845496442192352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/771845496442192352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/02/thank-god-its-friday-d.html' title='THANK GOD IT&apos;S FRIDAY :D'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-876968707648945558</id><published>2008-01-31T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:54:20.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HERO/HEROINE &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I love this song so much that I simply have to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late baby, there's no turning around&lt;br /&gt;So got my hands in my pocket and my head in a cloud&lt;br /&gt;This is how I do&lt;br /&gt;When I think about you&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that you could break me apart&lt;br /&gt;I keep a sinister smile and a hole in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You want to get inside&lt;br /&gt;Then you can get in line&lt;br /&gt;But not this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you caught me off guard&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm running and screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a hero and you're my heroine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't try to philosophise&lt;br /&gt;So just take a deep breath and I'll look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;And its so surreal&lt;br /&gt;I got a closet filled up to the brim&lt;br /&gt;With the ghosts of my past and their skeletons&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;You'd even try&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You caught me off guard&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm running and screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a hero and you're my heroine&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel a weakness coming on&lt;br /&gt;Never felt so good to be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Had my heart on lockdown&lt;br /&gt;And then you turned me around&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a new born child&lt;br /&gt;Every time I get a chance to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;It's not complicated&lt;br /&gt;I was so jaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you caught me off guard&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm running and screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a hero and you're my heroine&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I feel like a hero and you're my heroine)&lt;br /&gt;And I feel a weakness coming on&lt;br /&gt;Never felt so good to be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Had my heart on lockdown&lt;br /&gt;And then you turned me around&lt;br /&gt;(Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin)&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a new born child&lt;br /&gt;Every time I get a chance to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;It's not complicated&lt;br /&gt;I was so jaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I feel like a hero and you are my heroine)&lt;br /&gt;And I feel a weakness coming on&lt;br /&gt;Never felt so good to be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Had my heart on lockdown&lt;br /&gt;And then you turned me around&lt;br /&gt;(Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin)&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a new born child&lt;br /&gt;Every time I get a chance to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;It's not complicated&lt;br /&gt;I was so jaded &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Boys Like Girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after afternoon training, I take back all I said about training getting better. I'd better stop deluding myself before I believe all the bullshit I've been telling myself that often turns out fucking wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-876968707648945558?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/876968707648945558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=876968707648945558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/876968707648945558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/876968707648945558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/01/heroheroine-3.html' title='HERO/HEROINE &lt;3'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-4144624101861853681</id><published>2008-01-31T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T08:29:31.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THERE'S ALWAYS A FIRST TO EVERYTHING</title><content type='html'>Zack and Cody are cute and I am addicted to the show -.- My cable &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; got installed today so I have almost all the channels! I managed to catch the highlights of Aus Open Tennis men's finals! I didn't mind Djo winning but Tsonga didn't deserve to lose that way! ):&lt; He made a lot of stupid errors gyahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training this morning was better than usual. My 200 free is getting better. Swam 2.28 this morning (: Am satisfied although I swim in a three-laps-make-a-hundred-metres pool. It's been a long time since I swam below 2.30. Despite that, I'm still very doubtful about my performance in Nationals in March. I just have this feeling that I won't do well. And I took like one event per day, which sounds crazy but I think I'll survive it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five events in total: 50m 100m 200m &lt;b&gt;400m&lt;/b&gt; free + 50m back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg my first time taking 400m free I am damn nervous about it, because the qualifying time is like exactly my training PB, and I can't guarantee that I'll swim a training PB. Let alone a comp PB. Another problem is, &lt;u&gt;I DON'T KNOW HOW THE HELL TO SWIM A 400M FREE FOR A RACE!&lt;/u&gt; I'm not sure if I should start fast, or start slow, or kick moderately from the beginning, or only kick hard at the last 200m, or breathe doubles, or breathe triples, or do underwater fly kicks, or don't do them. ARGH the idea of 400m free freaks me out cause I've never swam anything above 200m before. DAMN LONG DISTANCES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I make 28.80 for 50 free or 1.01.80 for 100 free or 2.13.00 for 200 free or 4.40.00 for 400 free, I'll be going for Olympic trials a few weeks after Nationals @ Christchurch. Okay I am starting to put too much pressure on myself. I think I should take a chill pill and just.. Chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.27pm. I feel like watching more tv now. So long :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-4144624101861853681?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/4144624101861853681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=4144624101861853681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4144624101861853681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4144624101861853681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/01/theres-always-first-to-everything.html' title='THERE&apos;S ALWAYS A FIRST TO EVERYTHING'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-2585224105516642125</id><published>2008-01-30T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T14:57:14.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATEVER IT TAKES</title><content type='html'>Today was an okay day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview wasn't even an interview, damn it. When my DEAN asked me to follow her into the Board Room, I followed. But once we both were in the room, she didn't close the door. I was like thinking, "Why aren't you closing the door" then she asked, "Isn't your mom coming in with you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like omg an interview allows your parents to follow you in -.- Anyway it was just more like the DEAN looking at my Raffles report file and explaining how the school works and etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to sit for a math test and an english test on Monday. According to my DEAN, I'll probably be put in the Advanced Math Class (Sounds smart eh?) but I have to go through the test to make sure. English test was supposedly for students whose english is their 2nd language but because I'm new, I have to sit for it too. Ahwell :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training today sucked big time again! I'm telling you, the lanes here are freaking small compared to the ones in Singapore pools. I can't even swim Fly properly unless I have the whole lane to myself! Poor Val got a very very bad cut on her wrist because the lane rope cut her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at training from another angle, I don't feel so lousy afterall. I somehow found out that actually, I'm better than all the girls who are my age in 50 and 100 free. Yay! It makes me feel a whole lot better about myself. Liz just hit 29 for 50 free. She's my age, and she's 3 days older than me hahahaha. She's alot taller than me but she got a huge shock when she found out I've been stuck at 29 since year 2005. LOL. Moral of the story: &lt;b&gt;NEVER LOOK DOWN ON ME&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing this song on the radio really often, and its lyrics caught my notice. Love the song. Whoever has it please send it to me through msn cause Multiply shut down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strangled smile fell from your face&lt;br /&gt;It kills me that I hurt you this way&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is that I didn't even know&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a million reasons for you to go&lt;br /&gt;But if you can find a reason to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;To turn this around&lt;br /&gt;I know what's at stake&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;And if you give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;Believe that I can change&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep us together &lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, if we're gonna make this work&lt;br /&gt;You gotta let me inside even though it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see&lt;br /&gt;She said, like it or not it's the way it's gotta be&lt;br /&gt;You gotta love yourself if you can ever love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;To turn this around&lt;br /&gt;I know what's at stake&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;And if you give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;And give me a break&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep us together&lt;br /&gt;I know you deserve much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember the time I told you the way that I felt&lt;br /&gt;That I'd be lost without you and never find myself&lt;br /&gt;Let's hold onto each other above everything else&lt;br /&gt;Start over, start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;To turn this around&lt;br /&gt;I know what's at stake&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;And if you give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;Believe that I can change&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep us together &lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna catch The Longest Yard on tv later at 8.30pm. That means I have half an hour left to do whatever I want on the com. Better make the best outta it. Adios (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-2585224105516642125?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/2585224105516642125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=2585224105516642125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/2585224105516642125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/2585224105516642125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/01/whatever-it-takes.html' title='WHATEVER IT TAKES'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-4730822743165127636</id><published>2008-01-29T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T14:12:44.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENOUGH ISN'T ENOUGH</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know I've been posting twice a day for the previous few days. It's to make up for the 2-3 weeks I haven't been posting properly (: And besides, it's not like I have anything better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got the news that my interview (for school) is tmr, at 10.20am. I'm feeling a wee bit nervous now. Not exactly sure what they'll ask me. I'm even more uncertain about whether they'd actually UNDERSTAND what I'm saying, given my &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; lovely Singapore accent aka Singlish. Keeping my fingers crossed for the time being :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for all previous interviews I've went for: OARS, Puan Sri Helene Tan Chin Tuan Scholarship, Lydia Hwang Award, RGS entry and others that I may have forgotten, I realised that I always keep my head down and play with my fingernails and look at my feet. I feel like such an idiot now that I've mentioned it. As such, I shall just take it as this interview was an oral exam and act according to the circumstances like I did for last year's EOY oral. I did quite well for it so I'm praying tmr goes well and I don't seem like a fool in their eyes &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from training feeling kinda pissed off because I was stuck in a lane with all the wrong people &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;. Annoying, really. At the same time I don't wanna change lanes cause I don't really feel welcome in any other lanes. I guess I'll do with this for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.10pm. I shall have dinner and then catch Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on TV (Yes my telly's finally set up!) and I'll come online and check who's online since I'm not training tmr morning. It's wednesday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.11pm. Better dash before I miss out on anything. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-4730822743165127636?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/4730822743165127636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=4730822743165127636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4730822743165127636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4730822743165127636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/01/enough-isnt-enough.html' title='ENOUGH ISN&apos;T ENOUGH'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-3269674417381300098</id><published>2008-01-29T05:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:14:18.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INCOMING, INCOMING!</title><content type='html'>Whoo hoo my shipment just arrived! I gotta start unpacking soon, cause my lovely adidas slippers are inside! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training this morning could have been better but then there were some people in my lane who just didn't let me lead although I was obviously faster than them. Pissed me off big time. Whenever I lapped them, they'd stop at the wall and then when I swam back to the same wall, they'd push off JUST IN FRONT OF ME and then they start blocking me again and then I have to overtake them again but they'd stop and the wall and well you get it, don't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wishlist has been updated last night and I think I will update my profile whenever I can (: I think it looks a lot neater than before and I'm proud of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing else to post about now so this means UNPACKING! (: Seeya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-3269674417381300098?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/3269674417381300098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=3269674417381300098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3269674417381300098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3269674417381300098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/01/incoming-incoming.html' title='INCOMING, INCOMING!'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-2125928829711227648</id><published>2008-01-28T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:15:11.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAME &lt; INFAMY</title><content type='html'>Very confused now cause I don't know what to choose.&lt;br /&gt;NZ/S'pore/NZ/S'pore/NZ/S'pore/NZ/S'pore/NZ/S'pore/NZ/S'pore/NZ/S'pore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose between:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The easier way to qualify for competitions overseas &lt;b&gt;although I'm not that good&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A better opportunity of going to very major meets all over the world &lt;b&gt;but with a very high risk of never being to make it there&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Bloody hell why do I always get stuck in between major decisions like this!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz to distract myself from everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ABOUT GUYS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned ON, OFF or DM (Don't matter):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is taller than you: &lt;br /&gt;- ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is shorter than you: &lt;br /&gt;- OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wears braces: &lt;br /&gt;- DM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dresses Preppy: &lt;br /&gt;- OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dresses Ghetto: &lt;br /&gt;- OFF &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dresses Gothic: &lt;br /&gt;- OFF &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has blue eyes: &lt;br /&gt;- ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has green eyes: &lt;br /&gt;- ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has hazel eyes: &lt;br /&gt;- ON &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has brown eyes: &lt;br /&gt;- ON &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks alcohol: &lt;br /&gt;- DM if it doesn't affect him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wears glasses: &lt;br /&gt;- DM but if he looks funny in them then I advice contacts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smokes: &lt;br /&gt;- HELL OFF &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plays sports: &lt;br /&gt;- ON ON ON ON ON ON! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles a lot: &lt;br /&gt;- ON (HAHAHA NICKHO O_O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calls you just to say Hi: &lt;br /&gt;- DM if he calls at an appropriate time.. I might piss off if he disturbs me in the middle of something :P&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Compliments you: &lt;br /&gt;- DM if they're true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes to talk: &lt;br /&gt;- ON cause I like to talk alot too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy and quiet: &lt;br /&gt;- DM unless it's to the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good dancer: &lt;br /&gt;- DM (What good is it even if he &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; dance?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wears jewellery: &lt;br /&gt;- OFF &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles when you walk in the room: &lt;br /&gt;- ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has brown hair: &lt;br /&gt;- ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has Black hair: &lt;br /&gt;- ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has blonde hair: &lt;br /&gt;- ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has red hair: &lt;br /&gt;- DM (Actually, I can't really imagine a guy with red hair. Hmm..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makeup: &lt;br /&gt;- OFF! Guys don't need make up unless they're superstars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can make you laugh at any given moment: &lt;br /&gt;- ON especially since I'm a full time pessimist (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyal: &lt;br /&gt;- ON duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laid back: &lt;br /&gt;- DM again, as long as it's not too extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plays guitar: &lt;br /&gt;- ON! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plays piano: &lt;br /&gt;- ON! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plays drums: &lt;br /&gt;- ON ON ON ON! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing: &lt;br /&gt;- ON only if he can sing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's buff (muscles): &lt;br /&gt;- ON as long as he doesn't freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily jealous: &lt;br /&gt;- DM but more to the OFF side cause that probably means he's paranoid -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't eat meat: &lt;br /&gt;- OFF! I'll just die, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a tattoo: &lt;br /&gt;- OFFFFFZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a lip ring: &lt;br /&gt;- OFF. You won't wanna kiss him, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongue ring: &lt;br /&gt;- OFF. Same as above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is of a different religion: &lt;br /&gt;- OFF actually. Free thinkers are fine though :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puts close friends before you: &lt;br /&gt;- OFF if he abandons me cause of them. Not saying he has to push them away but.. Must balance (:&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Honestly what color is your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;- Dark blue. What does it matter anyway!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Honestly, what's on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;- HONESTLY, CAN THIS QUIZ EFFING SHUT THE HELL UP ABOUT THE "HONESTLY" THING!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Honestly, what are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Doing the quiz, DUH -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Honestly, have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;- Define love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Honestly, have you done something bad today?&lt;br /&gt;- I won't notice even if I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Honestly, do you watch disney channel?&lt;br /&gt;- YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Honestly, who is the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;- Amanda yim. That was 109324879317 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Honestly, are you jealous of somebody right now?&lt;br /&gt;- I suppose I am subconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Honestly, what makes you mad most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;- People &lt;b&gt;trying to be&lt;/b&gt; funny &amp; immature people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Honestly, do you bite your nails?&lt;br /&gt;- Actually, nope and proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Honestly, do you use anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Honestly, do you want to see someone this very moment?&lt;br /&gt;- Mmhmm )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Honestly, do you have a friend you don't like?&lt;br /&gt;- Ahem, people I do not like are not called "friends". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 . Honestly, do you love someone very much?&lt;br /&gt;- Whaddya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Honestly, does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;- Hahahah, like HONESTLY, how would I know!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DIFFERENT EMOTIONS SURVEY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger Section&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you do when you're mad?&lt;br /&gt;- Give the cold shoulder, say rude things, throw stuff, loads of crazy things. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. What's the worst thing you've done when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;- Made my parents cry? I think that's the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever made anyone cry when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;- Ooooh interesting I actually answered this question before I saw it! I'M PSYCHIC :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you swear when you're mad?&lt;br /&gt;- Is this question for real?! I swear even if I'm NOT mad hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When was the last time you really cried?&lt;br /&gt;- Either when I missed my friends alot/ at training when I felt like I didn't belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What usually makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;- There's a wide variety of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 . Are you normally a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know? I think I'm abnormally happy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Does being with your friends makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;- IF IT DOESN'T, THEN THEY'RE NOT FRIENDS! -.- LAME!&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do you want for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;- It differs every year :D But I would like to travel around the world to compete &amp; get good grades in school (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Who will be your next kiss?&lt;br /&gt;- The point about this question is, you're not supposed to know the answer -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q When was the last time you went to the mall ?&lt;br /&gt;- Yesterday..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Are you wearing socks right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes it's quite cold here, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q When was the last time you went out of states?&lt;br /&gt;- States as in..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Have you been to the movies in the last five days?&lt;br /&gt;- No. RAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;br /&gt;- Uh, some sports drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Arena shirt + Rg shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q What was your last purchase?&lt;br /&gt;- I can't remember. Something to do with food. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q What was the last food you ate?&lt;br /&gt;- Potato salad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Who would be the person you would call if you were up in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends what I was doing and what I want to tell and who I want to tell it to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?&lt;br /&gt;- Wish I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Do you have a pet?&lt;br /&gt;- 8 hamsters and 3 cats. HAHAHA who am I kidding. Nope, no pets at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q What was the last sporting?&lt;br /&gt;- This morning zzz -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q If you could be anywhere right now,where would you be?&lt;br /&gt;- Wherever you are (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q One thing you hate about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;- I.. Can't.. Choose.. Too many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q What's your favorite soup?&lt;br /&gt;- See what I crave on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't miss ANYone.. I miss EVERYone! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q What are your plans for the day?&lt;br /&gt;- Morning training, computer, afternoon training, sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Last play you saw?&lt;br /&gt;- Holy smokes I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Last person you msg'ed?&lt;br /&gt;- Alicia fong I think! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Ever go to camp?&lt;br /&gt;- Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q What do you know about your future?&lt;br /&gt;- It's uncertain [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Are you wearing any perfume or ncologne?&lt;br /&gt;- No, give me 10 good reasons why I should be -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Where are your best friend[s]located ?&lt;br /&gt;- Singapore, mostly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q What grade/year are you in?&lt;br /&gt;- Year 10 ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q How old do you want to be when you have kids?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't like the idea of having kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Who was the last person who made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Do you have any tattoos or piercings?&lt;br /&gt;- Ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Who makes you smile?&lt;br /&gt;- People called FRIENDS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q How do you like your soda?&lt;br /&gt;- Fizzy. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Do you like hot sauce?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't eat anything that has to do with "spicy" or "hot" or "chilli".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Kissed someone on your top friends? Myspace?&lt;br /&gt;- No??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;- No reason why I should have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Kissed someone you didn't like?&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q You like someone?&lt;br /&gt;- Yah, my friends.. I like all of them. Love them actually :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Held a snake?&lt;br /&gt;- YES AND PROUD OF IT. Snakes are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Been suspended from school?&lt;br /&gt;- Hoho, I should try eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Been fired from a job?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't have a job to be fired from -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Sang karaoke?&lt;br /&gt;- Nooo I honestly think it's stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;- LOTSA TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Laughed until you started crying?&lt;br /&gt;- ALMOST! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Caught a snowflake on your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;- I can't remember. The last time I experienced snow was roughly 9 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;- ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Sang in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;- Not out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Sat on a roof top?&lt;br /&gt;- Feel like trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;- SO MANY TIMES LUHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;- Sadly, NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Shaved your head?&lt;br /&gt;- LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Played a prank on someone?&lt;br /&gt;- "HELLO AH THIS IS RK HOUSE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Had/have a gym membership?&lt;br /&gt;- Gym.. I don't know leh. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Made a girlfriend/boyfriend cry?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm the one who always cries, not them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Shot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;- This reminds me of Joseph. I WISH I HAD SHOT HIM THE OTHER DAY. GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Donated blood?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go youtube-ing now. Post again tonight if I feel like it. Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-2125928829711227648?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/2125928829711227648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=2125928829711227648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/2125928829711227648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/2125928829711227648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/01/fame-infamy-very-confused-now-cause-i.html' title='FAME &lt; INFAMY'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-1009766705098142813</id><published>2008-01-27T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:15:52.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTES TO REMEMBER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R5vumSIQsAI/AAAAAAAAAgU/4iI6ETUP2mg/s1600-h/01AwcAX1CyUGQAAAADAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159980139551961090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R5vumSIQsAI/AAAAAAAAAgU/4iI6ETUP2mg/s320/01AwcAX1CyUGQAAAADAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R5vvviIQsHI/AAAAAAAAAhM/D4GU8mXLOrY/s320/z54308689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R5vvviIQsII/AAAAAAAAAhU/Xp4wq5G_2ok/s1600-h/01AwcAXyzX5m8AAAABAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159981397977378946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R5vvviIQsII/AAAAAAAAAhU/Xp4wq5G_2ok/s320/01AwcAXyzX5m8AAAABAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R5vvvyIQsJI/AAAAAAAAAhc/kt6WVgrs-uA/s1600-h/zaza_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159981402272346258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R5vvvyIQsJI/AAAAAAAAAhc/kt6WVgrs-uA/s320/zaza_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want everyone to be online this instance )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-1009766705098142813?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/1009766705098142813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=1009766705098142813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/1009766705098142813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/1009766705098142813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/01/notes-to-remember-i-want-everyone-to-be.html' title='NOTES TO REMEMBER'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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://bp2.blogger.com/_EzASBbgxerY/R5vumSIQsAI/AAAAAAAAAgU/4iI6ETUP2mg/s72-c/01AwcAX1CyUGQAAAADAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615794.post-7462355645853466787</id><published>2008-01-26T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:16:15.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSED THE SHOT</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I was so stupiddddd that I missed both men and women's finals of Aus Open Tennis. I feel like slapping myself now gyahh. Guess I'll have to watch the replay another day then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out the whole afternoon today. I think I just wasted my whole precious saturday just like that. Damn it. After tmr it's back to training. I hope I survive another 10 times of training. Looking at the bright side, it's sprinters set with Jules again on Monday morning. Yipee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ended a video conversation with all-time-entertaining aliciatan. She went off for dinner and my com jammed. Is it fate or what -.- I hope she comes back online in time before I go off. Afterall, it's getting pretty late here. I'm freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stuff are going to be delivered to my house on Tuesday. Yay that means I'll get practically my whole room back (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran outta things to say. Farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-7462355645853466787?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/7462355645853466787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=7462355645853466787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7462355645853466787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7462355645853466787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/01/missed-shot-i-cant-believe-i-was-so.html' title='MISSED THE SHOT'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-515356054596454100</id><published>2008-01-26T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:16:41.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COME GET SOME</title><content type='html'>Online now at 2.05pm here but then I forgot that everyone has to be at school for House Practice and CCA Trials today (or so I'm told by Tan Liying who had happened to be online at 8.30am in the morning) so I guess I'll give a short post before I go back to the apartment to watch the finals for Aus Open Tennis and then back here for Msn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, &lt;b&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the uniform thingo didn't turn out toooooo bad, because I was kinda mistaken. There's only TWO uniforms - Summer uniform &amp;amp; Winter uniform. I don't know why but I'm starting to appreciate the RGS uniform now. Heh. I look very very very very extremely weird in my new uniform. My shoes will be BLACK and LEATHER so that's gonna make it weirder. Great -.- I also have to wear high socks. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also filled up that &lt;s&gt;freaking thick with so many rubbish things to fill up&lt;/s&gt; stack of forms and there was this STUDENT PROFILE form where I had to write stuff about myself (Wtf!?) Anyway boy, am I glad that I am &lt;s&gt;almost&lt;/s&gt; done with all the filling up (: Interview sometime around next week and believe it or not, &lt;b&gt;MATH TEST ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL FOR ME WTF&lt;/b&gt;. Gotta start picking up my books again before my eyes pop out at the questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take the standard number of subjects (how many that is, I can't remember) but I know I have to take up 2 more additional subjects - Technology &amp;amp; Arts. Technology is compulsory, but I can choose what I want to take up for Arts. There were many many options like German, French, Japanese, Latin, Maori, Business studies, Food technology, Graphics, Core art, Music and a few more (I think). Some subjects like French &amp;amp; Japanese &amp;amp; most of the languages except for German needed Year 9 prerequisites so I couldn't choose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to put three options because of availability of spaces for each class. Graphics was my first choice. It's some sort of designing class, but different from Textiles which is like home econs. Second choice was FOOD TECHNOLOGY. I have no idea why I ended up with that option so don't ask me. My last choice was the worst. Business studies. Omg I feel like an idiot lah -.- If I end up taking that class I have a really bad feeling that I'll regret it. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, &lt;b&gt;TRAINING&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Training's okay I guess. I swam sprinters set on Friday morning. Yay (: Funny thing is, I swam with only one other girl - Julia, whom everyone calls Jules - and she is a &lt;u&gt;long distance swimmer who swims 1500m and 800m free kind-of-events&lt;/u&gt;. I was damn shocked like why the hell was she doing a sprinters set? And she told me her reaction time used to be 1.5seconds hahah D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been pretty quiet down at the pool since almost everyone is at Counties Champs. Training this morning started at 7.15am instead of the usual 6am :D And it was at Lloyd Esmore Park and the pool there is an ordinary 25m indoor heated swimming pool and guess what? It was freaking nice and clean! Whee :D Morning training consisted of only 3 swimmers and lasted 1h 45min, ending at 9am. Was easy cause we were just doing drills (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing breakfast with Horst on Monday (I think) or some other day but I'm pretty sure it'll be next week, cause we have to discuss what I'm going to swim and &lt;b&gt;how&lt;/b&gt; I'm going to swim in Nationals in Christchurch because Horst doesn't know what the procedures are for an overseas swimmer like me. So now I don't know what club I'm representing for Nationals. Gyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, &lt;b&gt;AUS OPEN TENNIS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG. I couldn't believe it. Nadal LOST! Hahah! I'm so happy. He actually lost to an unseeded guy called Tsonga and mind you, Tsonga plays good tennis. So for now the world number two is knocked out during the semi finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I watched only the first set of Federer vs Djokovic. Damn this morning I found out that Federer lost! So that means the world number one is knocked out too. That leaves Djokovic and Tsonga for the finals LATER! :D I am so going to watch it. I have a feeling Djokovic will win and I don't mind because I think he deserves to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the women's side, Sharapova thrased Jankovic in straight sets during semifinals and went smoothtly to the finals! :D Hantuchova and Ivanovic, on the other hand, fought through 3 sets and Ivanovic emerged victorious :D After getting owned 6-0 in the first set, she came back and won Hantuchova in the next two sets. Whee. World number 4 and 5 compete in the finals tonight later. Interesting match :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I don't know what else to post now. My supposedly "short post" has turned into a very long one. Damn, if only I could write essays as easily and efficiently as I post -.- And I realised I just missed The Suite Life of Zack and Cody. URGH ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end with a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby it don't matter&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I caught you looking over&lt;br /&gt;With just a little bit of a smile&lt;br /&gt;You tell him that you love him&lt;br /&gt;While I'm running through your mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you know&lt;br /&gt;Your cover will blow it's only a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my style to try and cheat and lie&lt;br /&gt;Why do you sanctify something that already died&lt;br /&gt;I've got something that'll bring you alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna shout it from the rooftops honey&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm the only one,&lt;br /&gt;Kick them to the curb and baby don't stop running&lt;br /&gt;Tell me are you gonna come get some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever ask yourself the question&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell did I go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know when it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how you gonna come, come&lt;br /&gt;Come get some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those words you're wasting&lt;br /&gt;Trying to tell yourself you need more time&lt;br /&gt;But whats the point in faking&lt;br /&gt;When you know you'll never make it right&lt;br /&gt;You say your head is blurry&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get you out of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to cause pressure,&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't let you go on while your living this lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my style to let this pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Why do you sanctify something that already died&lt;br /&gt;I've got something that'll bring you alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna shout it from the rooftops honey&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm the only one,&lt;br /&gt;Kick them to the curb and baby don't stop running&lt;br /&gt;Tell me are you gonna come get some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever ask yourself the question&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell did I go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Cos you know when it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how you gonna come, come&lt;br /&gt;Come get some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushed out and waiting&lt;br /&gt;Blacked out and fading&lt;br /&gt;Flaked out and shaking&lt;br /&gt;Just breaking for you&lt;br /&gt;(Breaking for you)&lt;br /&gt;Freaked out and pacing&lt;br /&gt;I just can't go on like this forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna shout it from the rooftops honey&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm the only one,&lt;br /&gt;Kick them to the curb and baby don't stop running&lt;br /&gt;Tell me are you gonna come get some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever ask yourself the question&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell did I go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know when it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how you gonna come, come&lt;br /&gt;Come get some&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Rooster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post should make up for the many days I haven't posted. Will post again sometime tonight. Till then, stay happy! (: Lol the irony. Hahah. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-515356054596454100?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/515356054596454100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=515356054596454100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/515356054596454100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/515356054596454100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/01/come-get-some-online-now-at-2.html' title='COME GET SOME'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-224036252778125655</id><published>2008-01-24T07:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:16:57.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGAH</title><content type='html'>Short post before I dash off for lunch. Hungryyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from registering at my new school: Epsom Girls Grammar School. I registered as Year 10 but I have to go for an interview sometime next week and talk to the DEAN. If the DEAN thinks I should be promoted to a higher grade then I will. Ho ho I better act smart on that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also have a stack of forms to fill, and loads of booklets to read. But for Year 10 I don't have an option booklet. Year 11 you have to choose the subject combination (like Secondary 3 in Singapore) and muahahah my sis has a booklet that is LOADS thicker than mine :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought school uniform too. Omgah damn expensive lah. It was like NZ$690 for my sis's and my set.. And what's worse, it's that we only bought the FALL uniform. So it means we'll have to spend a bomb buying the WINTER uniform and SPRING uniform.. I think :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gotta dash now I'll post again another day. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-224036252778125655?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/224036252778125655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=224036252778125655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/224036252778125655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/224036252778125655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/01/omgah-short-post-before-i-dash-off-for.html' title='OMGAH'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-4093043218655492803</id><published>2008-01-23T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:17:23.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS</title><content type='html'>They say time heals all wounds. I say sometimes time never heals. I don't know. I have yet to discover the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training on Monday morning was good. I thought I was coping well, and even getting better. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How wrong I was.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday afternoon training was horrendous. And so was Tuesday morning. And Tuesday afternoon. And so will the rest of the week (and more) I think. I don't wanna train. Whatever happened to the days where I oh-so-willingly woke up at 4.30am in the mornings to swim in COE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now training here starts at 6am and I don't even wanna wake up though I get extra sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this feeling doesn't last long. If not, I &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; just give up swimming. Besides, I've considered that millions of times. One more time of reconsidering won't hurt, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the crap about training. Generally life is better now. At my new apartment by the harbour, there's cable (: So there are like all the nice channels. EPL! Nickelodeon! Disney channel! And best of all, they show AUS OPEN for tennis! :D Whee. Last night I watched the quarter finals between M.Sharapova and J.Henin. Hahah poor Henin got thrashed &lt;s&gt;but that's what happens to me all the time&lt;/s&gt;. Guess it just wasn't her day &lt;s&gt;like it isn't mine on every competition day&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another plus point. SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS! Omg the addiction is back! (Well it never was gone in the first place) Yay :D The episodes are always damn stupid but hey, WHO CARES! As long as it gives you laughter, anything is fine. I also like The Suite Life of Zack and Cody. Hahahah really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The com's not much of use now. I can only blog, check email and check facebook on weekdays since everyone's at school when I'm online. &lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAMN THE 5 HOUR TIME DIFFERENCE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; Except for weekends when I can stay online for like forever until 2am in the morning when it's 9pm in Singapore. Okay that just sucks but better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, one more thing. I'm so sorry people I don't reply tags. My tagboard is flooded whenever I check it.. Goshness D: Nevermind I don't mind it. Keep the tags coming. It's one way of knowing I'm not forgotton! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, I'll just reply some tags here. (Don't wanna flood my tagboard further :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alicia fong&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why is it you're never online when I'm online )': I want my updates of gossip in the classroom and I wanna talk about AUS OPEN with you! Aaah I miss you terribly too! COME ONLINE THIS WEEKEND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! Love you so much &lt;3 Oh yes, I agree with the "if you call this cheem then you won't survive listening to AHEM" part. HAHAHAH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amanda yim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANDAAAAA. Hahahah hey if I'm online and you wanna talk to me, you gotta contact me first! Cause (for some freaking reason) whenever I double click your name, my com jams and then I gotta restart it. HEH. I LOVE YOU LIKE SHIZZZZ HAHAHAH. LUBXZXZXZ ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claire teng&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg you know I couldn't believe that Ms Chan was pregnant until you told me!? I can't believe I didn't notice it while I was still at Blackbox! (Must've got my eyes on some&lt;s&gt;thing&lt;/s&gt;one else... HAHAHAHA. Okay ignore that. It was stupid -.- Anyway I hope to catcha online again! You're always there for me and I appreciate it so much. LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyone else&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS A MILLION (more than that, actually) FOR ALL OF YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT! Miss you all like shizzz. Damn it amandayim you got me hooked onto it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.12pm now. This must be my longest ever post since my arrival in Auckland. I don't know what else there is to say. I just hope that if anyone of you guys meet me again someday, we won't run out of things to say to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my friends to turn into total strangers :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Dad, I know you might not read this but I just have to let it out somewhere. I hate it when you watch me like a hawk at training. Can't you just &lt;b&gt;GIMME A BREAK&lt;/b&gt;?! You're driving me up the wall. And, if you criticize the way &lt;b&gt;ME MYSELF AND I&lt;/b&gt; train, YOU CAN GO AND FUCKING TRAIN AT THE POOL YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That felt good.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-4093043218655492803?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/4093043218655492803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=4093043218655492803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4093043218655492803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/4093043218655492803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-heals-all-wounds-they-say-time.html' title='TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-8872909582814673003</id><published>2008-01-19T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:17:45.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPEECHLESS</title><content type='html'>Okay finally got internet now. At my new place in my new room with a new study desk (: It's weird I've had alot of things to say but now that I have my internet, I'm at a loss of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Age Champs is coming up in 6 weeks and 5 days' time or something like that. Going to Christchurch. Cool. Well at least going to a new place won't make me feel that lonely although I don't talk to anyone. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my days watching Hongkong DVDs and training. Training is tough here. Harder than what I expected. Bleah. Training makes me feel like a loser. I hate that feeling. Urgh. And yes Cameron, I'm training at Howick Pakuranga. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I don't know what else to say now. I will be updating frequently now that I have internet (: Seeya around people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lost for words.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-8872909582814673003?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/8872909582814673003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=8872909582814673003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/8872909582814673003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/8872909582814673003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/01/speechless-okay-finally-got-internet.html' title='SPEECHLESS'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-550752633473039257</id><published>2008-01-12T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:18:10.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELF REVIEW</title><content type='html'>Okay I finally have a stable internet for a day. At dad's friend's place so I'm leeching his internet (:&lt; Here's my long overdue post. Sorry guys I can't be bothered to reply tags. Too many of them.. Sorry. Thank you to everyone who has encouraged me. I'll stay strong, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 January 2008, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 4 movies on the plane – The Game Plan, Heartbreak Kid, Nanny Diaries and Balls of Fury. Game plan was nice (: Enjoyed it a lot. Heartbreak kid wasn’t so bad, just that it was quite sick and the girl is just so disgusting. No wonder it’s R21 ROFL. A lot of people say that Nanny Diaries is nice but why didn’t I find it so? Hmm. It was quite boring and the storyline sucked. No conflict, no resolution. Watched Balls of Fury before but I still kept giggling at the funny scenes. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t sleep on the plane at all but I’m not tired at all. Oh well. That was all I did for today. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 January 2008, Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is currently 8.52 in the morning in Singapore, but 1.52 in the afternoon here in Auckland. Damn, this sucks. I miss everyone already. The airport is quite nice but personally Singapore’s airport is the best (: Yup. Anyway Auckland is really nice. It’s summer right now but the temperature is quite low compared to Singapore. It’s like 21 degrees Celsius here (: It seems pretty sunny but the wind’s really strong! Very nice weather here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenery is lovely too. All the houses on the hilltops, blooming flowers and bushes and trees, clear blue sky… Damn it’s beautiful! If Singapore were like that too I wouldn’t leave in the first place hahah! Right now I’m here in the apartment that I’m staying at temporarily for about 3 weeks. It’s really cool. You get this remote control to open the gate to the carpark and the carpark goes all the way up to 4th floor! Imagine that. Usually in apartments in Singapore, it’s either basement carpark or open carpark. But it actually goes up to 4th floor here! Hahah! Yeah and we also need keys to operate the lifts. Quite troublesome but yeah cool experience. Building’s really old on the outside but the inside’s really nice. Big and empty LOL. Sorry no pictures because I can’t be bothered to take any… I feel like messaging people now but it’ll be really expensive and my dad will literally murder me if I do. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven’t been updating my blog/going online for the past few days. Dad took away the internet at home, I didn’t get the chance to use the computer at the airport, I was on the plane to Auckland, and now I’m at the apartment where there isn’t internet -.- It sucks big time. I want to email you guys but I can’t. Hope you guys are doing fine in Singapore. I’m bored to death here. I think I’ll hit the books or look around the neighbourhood…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amandayim! I’ve read your letter and it’s freaking awesome! Love your creativity, and of course, you! (: I want to talk to you so I’ll try to catch you online whenever I can! :D Other people too, just too many names. Wish everyone was here with me right now. It would make life a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 January 2008, Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auckland is starting to suck big time. No, actually it doesn’t suck at all. Environment is a lot better than Singapore, but I wish I weren’t so lonely… It’s only the 2nd day I’ve spent in Auckland and I feel like dying already. I can’t sms because it’s expensive. I can call but there are some people I can’t talk to over the phone. I think you know who you are. Still don’t have internet. Went to an internet café today at around 9pm but no one I wanted to talk to was online. I’m 5 hours ahead, so when I was online at 9pm it was only 4pm in Singapore. People are training, so how could I talk to them!? Unless I can get internet at 12 midnight or anytime later than that, it doesn’t really matter whether I have internet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the “Orchard Road” of Auckland today. It is so quiet that I think even Katong is more crowded. Basically all the shops were closed at like 6pm so I didn’t get any chance to go window shopping. Walking in the streets of Auckland in the evening is lovely, just that you’re missing. Everyone is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 January 2008, Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad caught me crying at 3am in the morning. I couldn’t sleep. He cried when he saw me crying. He told me to stay strong because he needed all of our support )’:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must. Stay. Strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 January 2008, Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House hunting today! (: Was fun, will go and view one more house tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Horst’s club today. The pool was 33 and 1/3m long. Which is one-third of 100m. Weird! Operations are like how it is in COE, so I guess it won’t be so bad. Age group nationals in New Zealand are in March at Christchurch! Oh my goodness. It is around the same time as Singapore National Age Group! And I get to go to Christchurch. I can’t believe it. I am so going to train hard to make it to SEA Age because I want to see everyone in Singapore and that is my first chance. I am going to grab it hard (:&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 January 2008, Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House hunting again today, and we clinched the deal! Okay not us, but the owners of the house did. We said yes to the house (: It was really nice okay! I’m gonna like life here. I will make sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss my friends very very much but I don’t think I’ll cry over them anymore. I’m slowly adjusting to life here, and that’s a good sign. I’ve started training at the swim club now (damn, I still can’t spell or pronounce the word right…) and training isn’t that bad, just that I’ve been so unfit that I get tired so easily! Argh! It sucks but the people there are really friendly. My coach’s name is Horst and he’s pretty much like John just that he’s younger and more handsome. Don’t get jealous, John (: There’s an assistant coach too, from China. His name is Sam, I think. He resembles Herbert a lot. But Herbert will always be Herbert so I guess Sam can never replace him. Deep down inside I still miss Herbert loads L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made new friends today. Okay fine, not really. But I talked a bit to a few of them. There was this guy who was really friendly. He was the one who talked to me the most. He only started talking to me because I whacked his head while plunging. Hey not my fault okay I slipped! :P Gonna train again tmr, hopefully I can know each one of them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be moving to my new house soon and that means you guys can mail and chat with me online! How fun. Still miss you guys loads. Rented a DVD so I shall watch it now. Goodnight (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 January 2008, Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Didn't type anything. Hahah sorry people -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped for whiteware (such as fridges and washing machines) and furniture as well for the house. Swam 7749m because Sir Edmund Hillary died yesterday and Horst wanted us to swim in memory of him. Even the set was designed like we were climbing a mountain. It sucked like hell. Damn it. Must train again on Monday morning. Arghhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all I don't wanna blog anymore I'm damn tired I'll check out my facebook and talk to people on Msn since I can. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-550752633473039257?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/550752633473039257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=550752633473039257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/550752633473039257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/550752633473039257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/01/self-review-okay-i-finally-have-stable.html' title='SELF REVIEW'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-5226265995747586221</id><published>2008-01-09T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:18:52.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MRS LONELY</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone. At the internet cafe again. Today we went house hunting. It was kinda fun, just that the houses kinda suck ): Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked out the swimming club today. Will begin training tmr (: That should make me feel less lonely. I've been so lonely these few days that I cry myself to sleep. Yeah that's how homesick I am. Last night my dad caught me crying and he cried too. I'm so sad because I feel like I let him down. Afterall, I &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt; agree to move here. He didn't force me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fresh new start. Not exactly good. I wish I didn't have to move. I should've stayed in Singapore and studied hard until I could go overseas to study in University. Ohwell. A bit too late to regret it now. Hope I can make new friends at training...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must stay strong. I miss everyone so so so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must. Train. Harder. To. Make. It. To. SEA. Age. So. That. Can. See. Everyone. In. Singapore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye I'll drop by the internet cafe again on Friday. Miss everyone so much I cry just thinking about you guys. Love you muchly (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aly loves you, remember that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-5226265995747586221?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/5226265995747586221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=5226265995747586221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/5226265995747586221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/5226265995747586221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/01/mrs-lonely-hi-everyone.html' title='MRS LONELY'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-2536046870301260926</id><published>2008-01-07T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:19:24.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUSHING</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone I'm posting from Auckland! Sorry I haven't been going online or updating my blog. First of all, my dad took away my internet in Singapore. Then I left for Auckland so yeah no internet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that there was no internet at the apartment I'm staying at. My dad doesn't wanna install internet yet cause I'll be moving to the permanent house only about 3 weeks later. So yeah. You get what I mean. No internet for 3 weeks. I'm at an internet cafe right now cause I know you guys wanna hear some news from me. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I'll talk a bit bout Auckland. It's really nice and quiet compared to Singapore. Even the "Orchard Road" in Auckland is so quiet. Shops close super early so er.. Yeah it's pretty boring. Weather is lovely though. Clear blue skies and strong breeze (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 15mins left so I'll check my facebook and email cause they're flooded. Sorry I couldn't reply everyone's tags specifically I don't have enough time. Hope everyone's doing okay in Singapore and I MISS ALL OF YOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you in about 3 weeks' time )':&lt;br /&gt;Miss you guys lots &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'll blog more about my trip to Auckland WHEN I HAVE ENOUGH TIME. Bye guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-2536046870301260926?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/2536046870301260926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=2536046870301260926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/2536046870301260926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/2536046870301260926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/01/rushing-hello-everyone-im-posting-from.html' title='RUSHING'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-3767233539282796633</id><published>2008-01-03T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:19:46.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN I'M WITH YOU</title><content type='html'>I can't be bothered to post long posts anymore. I just get bloody depressed and then I start thinking about how I'll be leaving Singapore and more imptly, everyone, in just &lt;b&gt;TWO DAYS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw you walk into the room&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd try to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Babe, am I ever glad you wanted me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two years to the day&lt;br /&gt;Half the time I've been away&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not there enough&lt;br /&gt;But that's gonna change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm coming back&lt;br /&gt;To show you that&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping the promise that i made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count cause I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're not around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I kiss you&lt;br /&gt;I still get butterflies years from now&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Na na na na na nananananana)&lt;br /&gt;(Na na na na na nananananana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we've had our ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;But we've always worked them out&lt;br /&gt;Babe, am I ever glad we got this far now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm lying here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I was by your side&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I'm not there enough&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm coming back &lt;br /&gt;to show you that &lt;br /&gt;I'll love you the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count cause I miss you&lt;br /&gt;whenever you're not around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I kiss you&lt;br /&gt;I still get butterflies years from now&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna break the promise I made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count cause I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count cause I miss you&lt;br /&gt;whenever you're not around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I kiss you&lt;br /&gt;I still get butterflies years from now&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;(Na na na na na nananananana)&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;(Na na na na na nananananana)&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;(na na na na na nananananana)&lt;br /&gt;when i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;(na na na na na nananananana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nananananana)&lt;br /&gt;(Nananananana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Faber Drive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it's back to the Faber Drive craze. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;OH CRAP I FORGOT I HAVEN'T PACKED YET OMFGZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNTDOWN! TWOOOOO MORE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Someone please teach me how to survive without you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-3767233539282796633?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/3767233539282796633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=3767233539282796633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3767233539282796633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/3767233539282796633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-im-with-you-i-cant-be-bothered-to.html' title='WHEN I&apos;M WITH YOU'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</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-21615794.post-7856155003030131437</id><published>2008-01-02T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:20:07.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANG BANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;HAD THE BEST NEW YEAR YESTERDAY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah yesterday was soooo fun I wish I could have spent alot more days like that!!!!!!!! Sorry for the exaggeration somehow I got affected by the use-caps-and-alot-of-exclamation-marks-syndrome :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning my dad's friends came over WHILE I WAS STILL SLEEPING PEACEFULLY and had no intention whatsoever to wake up anytime soon. Then my mom came in and she was like, "We have guests over." Initially I just tossed in bed and tried to go back to sleep but after a few seconds I woke up in a shock and I was like, "WHAT THE! We have guests over?!" And yeah I was wide awake after that. Got outta bed and washed up etc etc. I went outside to eat with them for awhile but then I got annoyed with all the small kids (there were like FOUR of them..) so I went back into my room and played with my best friend instead - My computer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were outside talking and talking and talking until I received an sms from Aaron, telling me to go to Joseph's house soon (Cause I was invited the day before). Knowing my parents, they would NEVER move an inch and would have continued talking if I hadn't stepped outside and told them loudly that Aaron was rushing me. Hahah immediately after that my parents said sorry and they had another appointment with someone else so we bid goodbye to all the guests and we dashed to Joseph's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when I reached AARON WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE ALREADY but then we managed to get him to stay for a while longer. Tzeyang was there too. I recall I tried to scare tzeyang while he was eating but before I could even do anything, he said "Hi Alyssa" without even having to look. Then he told me, "I could see your reflection" and pointed at the glass cabinet in front of him GRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway after talking for awhile and all, tzeyang and aaron left cause they had to.. For a reason or another. So it was joseph and I left. Of course we didn't stay around all the parents so I followed him to his room. Or at least I only saw the "Boys Only" sign AFTER I entered his room.. Ohwell :P Hahahah. Erm he had trouble transferring his songs so we tried all sorts of solutions and we even called tzeyang up but in the end the person who figured it out was ME :D Hahah I am so happy to be able to help my little bro &lt;3 I'm gonna miss him LOADS when I leave )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah uhm we kinda ran out of things to do.. So we talked and then we started watching hellcrazy videos on youtube and even though we've both watched ms swan before, we still couldn't stop laughing like crazy when we watched them again!! ROFL. Yeah so we watched that, plus HARD GAY (omg it was so gay I nearly died) and HAPPY TREE FRIENDS. Ohgosh I didn't know it was still in the trend! It was kinda gross to me although I'm supposed to be matured enough to be saying "That's just lame" to those kinda videos. Hahah Joseph and I kept putting our hands over our eyes and saying "EEEEWWW!" frequently HAHA :D See? Siblings are alike hahahah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah OH YES there's something I forgot to post. There was one point of time where Joseph told me that he'd tell me a secret and that he could be put in jail for it. I was like D: and I started questioning him. Hahahah I went, "OMG JOSEPH YOU TAKE DRUGS." and he said NOOOOOOOO so ohwell anyway he doesn't.. He took out this toy gun and he threatened to shoot me. He even said that his dad shot his mom in the butt once and she couldn't sleep for a week (WTF!?!?). I didn't believe it until he fired a 'bullet' and the bullet hit the bed pretty hard. He asked me if I wanted to try getting shot, and I OHSOFOOLISHLY said YES (I regret it now). IT WAS EFFING PAINFUL. Got shot at my foot and now there's a tiny little red dot bruise on my toe ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL at least after that I got my revenge cause I found out Joseph's weakness &gt;:) I tickled him like crazy and he went nuts laughing like a mad idiot for so long and he kept threatening to fire a bullet at me again hahahahah it was so tiring and fun at the same time. We kept on "fighting" and it was quite funny :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Joseph's classmate, named Alex if I'm not mistaken, came over and then hahaha he seemed to be a fan of happytreefriends cause he like memorised all the episodes O_O Well, when Joseph showed Alex his toy gun, Alex told us that once he got shot in the butt and he had to sleep face down for TWO WEEKS. HAHAHAHAHAH Joseph and I couldn't stop laughing!!!!!!!! And joseph kept on telling me, "See I told you!!!!!!" Ohman it was crazy lah. I think the room was damn noisy cause we kept on laughing and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahah okay. I know you guys are gonna laugh but whatever. Zhenren came and he looked damn pissed at first and he kept on complaining about how tired he was or something like that. But at the sight of the toygun he seemed to get energetic and all (Wow the gun has magical healing powers too?!) and he tried shooting. Then joseph kinda proudly told him that he shot me and I was forced to show him the bruise.. Hahah. We got kinda crazy using all the pillows and bolsters to whack each other and THOSE TWO BOYS (Alex didn't wanna have a part in it) GANGED UP ON ME! Gyah! Hmph not fair just because I was the only girl doesn't mean you guys can bully me! ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out for dinner and dinner probably lasted for like less than 10 mins cause everyone wanted to get back into joseph's room and play somemore HAHAHAH :P Joseph wanted to shoot me again because I tickled him and he wanted his revenge, but zhenren the peacemaker helped us make a deal. We would play a few rounds of cards and the winner gets to shoot the loser. Joseph and I agreed and we shook hands and made peace (for the time being) but even before we could start playing cards, he shot me THREE TIMES (2 on purpose, 1 by accident!!!!!) and I tickled him God knows how many times. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhenren got quite pissed and he forced us to play cards and so we did. Played blackjack AND WTF I KEPT LOSING! So joseph got to shoot me once more OUCHHHH. That was the last shot of the day but can you believe it! I got shot 5 times! It was damn painful but I lived (: Hahah. Then I suggested a change in games - I couldn't afford to lose anymore - so we played taitee :DDD Alex didn't know how to play so it was between zhenren me and joseph. ZHENREN WON THE FIRST TWO ROUNDS, of which I lost one and joseph lost one. So the loser of the last game would get shot. Well it so happened that I won the last game and JOSEPH LOST HAHAHAHAH!!! :D Pro huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I ohsokindly gave joseph two options: to either get shot by the toygun, or get tickled by me without putting up any resistance whatsoever for 20seconds. HE CHOSE GETTING TICKLED. LMAO it was damn funny cause he couldn't stop laughing and he looked like he was in a lot of pain hahahahahah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was cutting cake for Uncle Collin cause it was his birthday! Back to the room after that hahahah and zhenren and I tried using the com while joseph and alex played xbox. I couldn't log into msn cause joseph's com was damn laggy (worse than mine so imagine that O_O) and in the end zhenren and I sorta just talked while watching them play xbox..? Uh yeah. Then it was 10pm (wow I couldn't believe I was there for 8 hours) and we all went home cause everyone (except me, of course) had school today. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see them again on friday! At least I know there's a playground nearby but NO I refuse to let history repeat itself. The last time we all went to the playground.. It was a nightmare for me and joseph. NO WAY NO WAY I am going all out to prevent that from happening again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just cry on friday if I harp on the fact that it's the last time I'll ever see them again in a long time. Crazy, isn't it? I've been seeing them about 10 times a week for like a year and a half. They're probably the people I'm closest to. Even closer than SOME of my classmates. The whole squad of about 30 people. I'm gonna lose more than 30 friends in 3 days. Aah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; cry on friday )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNTDOWN! THREEEEEE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I won't struggle anymore if you would hold me in your arms again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615794-7856155003030131437?l=x-heartburned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/feeds/7856155003030131437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615794&amp;postID=7856155003030131437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7856155003030131437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615794/posts/default/7856155003030131437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-heartburned.blogspot.com/2008/01/bang-bang-aaaah-yesterday-was-soooo-fun.html' title='BANG BANG'/><author><name>Aly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918885875920854677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
