<?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-6594612</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:53:48.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Original Campbell Soup</title><subtitle type='html'>just me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-113688205394441349</id><published>2006-01-10T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T16:38:03.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've moved!! visit me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kris--.blogspot.com"&gt;www.kris--.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-113688205394441349?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/113688205394441349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/113688205394441349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113688205394441349' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-113316124655893865</id><published>2005-11-28T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:00:46.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am SICK of stupid customers. Arrogant, Condesending, Ignorant, Idiotic bastards of the first degree. they try and act like they know better than you when they haven't the foggiest what they are talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-113316124655893865?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/113316124655893865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/113316124655893865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113316124655893865' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-113218620771097812</id><published>2005-11-17T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T08:10:07.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you think that i speak with a slang? so what? at least i don't go around talking about people behind their backs, or worse infront of them, in a language that they don't even understand. why do you people do it? speak in chinese when you know damn well that some people around you can't speak it. didn't your mother ever tell you that it's rude? or are you so inconsiderate that you don't care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speak english for crying out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, i don't care whether you speak in norwegian, just don't gossip about other people. or at the very least, make sure they don't find out about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think just because i don't speak like you that i have a slang. do i look chinese? do i look malay or indian? no! so why should i speak like them? i have my own heritage and background and i'm not going to adopt someone elses in order to fit in. and by the way, from my point of view, the way you speak is an insult to the english language. learn to speak it properly without the 'meh', the 'hor', the 'lor' i mean, what the hell is that? oh wait... what did you call it? oh ya... A SLANG! not all slangs are american or british. or did that not occur to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from one "slanger" to another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-113218620771097812?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/113218620771097812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/113218620771097812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113218620771097812' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-112649406548154296</id><published>2005-09-12T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T11:03:51.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay... well... its comfirmed then. leaving this sunday for sydney and i'll only be back on the 28 of october. yay! i've gotta lose weight ASAP cos its practically impossible to live at aunty sue's without putting on weight. yes... unfortunately, my dad is going to have to roll me home from the airport seeing as how i'll be double my size when i return... jeez... thats a scary thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was absolutely draining. by the end i the day, i was ready to pass out! honestly. if you are working split shift (i.e. 11 to 3, 6 to 10) &lt;strong&gt;don't go for the army half marathon in the morning&lt;/strong&gt;. oh my god!!! i was sooo damn tired. ok... we walked/ran 6 km... which is ok... but when you have to stand up for 4 hours straight after that... your legs tend to get &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;achey. and my feet were killing me!!! i felt as though all the blood in my body had settled in my feet. pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz... i woke up at 6am to get ready... left the house at 6.30 and went to raffles place to gather at the starting point (near the merlion) at 7.30. the crowd was HUMUGERMOUS!! almost everyone from the army was there and even the navy guys were there. okie... when you put over 1000 sweaty guys together... the smell isn't exactly like roses... ewww. this guy brushed passed me and my arm was dripping with his sweat. it was sooo disgusting. he didn't even brush past... he sorta slid past cos he was so sweaty. it was sunny and hot and we were surrounded by smelly, sweaty guys... what more could you ask for on a sunday morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;GUYS: went this becomes compulsary for you when you go for NS... have fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh... okie... gotta go cut my hair or else it'll be a mess in aussie land. i'm soo excited! only... i wish i could just close my eyes and appear in sydney... i mean... the plane is so heavy so how is it flying? i just can't help thinking that this aluminium frame is the only thing between me and a terrifying 10 minute plunge towards the ground..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-112649406548154296?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112649406548154296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112649406548154296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112649406548154296' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-112616733375495595</id><published>2005-09-08T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T16:15:33.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Once upon a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There was a restaurant called Crustacean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In this little place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There were fish tanks and aquariums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/BCS(20)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/BCS%2820%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In these beautiful glass cases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dwelled fish from the deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;They were pretty to look at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But not as easy to keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/BCS(13)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/BCS%2813%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Firstly, there was the garoupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who was the King of the Tank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/BCS(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/BCS%2814%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then, there was the big stripey fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Which was second in rank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/BCS(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/BCS%2816%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The dog fish was very intersting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As it resembled our K-9 friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/BCS(15).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/BCS%2815%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The clown fish chilled with the anemone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/BCS(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/BCS%2818%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;While the small stripey fish tried hard not to blend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/BCS(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/BCS%2817%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But the star attraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was the mighty lion fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/BCS(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/BCS%2810%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who could not escape his tragic fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of ending up as a dish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/BCS(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/BCS%2812%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this is a testiment to my boredom. poor dumb lion fish. it didn't eat so it died. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-112616733375495595?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112616733375495595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112616733375495595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112616733375495595' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-112606857166410400</id><published>2005-09-07T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T12:49:31.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>parents can be so temperamental.&lt;br /&gt;scratch that. they are just MENTAL!&lt;br /&gt;god.&lt;br /&gt;nag.&lt;br /&gt;nag.&lt;br /&gt;nag.&lt;br /&gt;stop it already. i'm 17 not 7.&lt;br /&gt;not to be blah or anything but i think i can take care of myself thanks.&lt;br /&gt;jeez... i don't know if you're doing this to spite me or what&lt;br /&gt;but hellooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm going out like any normal person,&lt;br /&gt;its not like i need a passport to get there.&lt;br /&gt;why do you have to know where i am every single minute.&lt;br /&gt;stop it! i'm not a kid anymore so stop treating me like one.&lt;br /&gt;stop going off on a tangent at every single little thing.&lt;br /&gt;god&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you make me dread hoildays&lt;br /&gt;cos that means i have to spend more time with YOU!&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong, i love you alot&lt;br /&gt;but after 4 kids, you think you would have figured out why none of us can study at home.&lt;br /&gt;nag.&lt;br /&gt;nag.&lt;br /&gt;nag.&lt;br /&gt;and now, you're scolding me for stuff that i haven't even done yet&lt;br /&gt;stuff that i haven't even thought of doing&lt;br /&gt;"don't fight with joseph"&lt;br /&gt;"don't think you can go to australia without clearing your room"&lt;br /&gt;"don't mess up the house in sydney"&lt;br /&gt;"don't give me more stress"&lt;br /&gt;"you're becoming very troublesome"&lt;br /&gt;"are you listening?"&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going mad with all this nagging.&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't have ANYTHING positive to say&lt;br /&gt;i came back from school one time in primary school and said&lt;br /&gt;"Mum, i got second in class for english"&lt;br /&gt;she looks at me and goes&lt;br /&gt;"why didn't you get first?"&lt;br /&gt;urgh... that hurt&lt;br /&gt;ok whatever... thats all in the past.&lt;br /&gt;right now,&lt;br /&gt;all i am to her is a trouble causing teen.&lt;br /&gt;thats all i am.&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-112606857166410400?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112606857166410400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112606857166410400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112606857166410400' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-112603640608987846</id><published>2005-09-07T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T03:56:00.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to jiuns place today to have a movie marathon...&lt;br /&gt;only jas, jiun and i... boo..&lt;br /&gt;nvm... we had a great time yea?&lt;br /&gt;i always cry at the notebook... haha&lt;br /&gt;i love your fish, jiun!!!&lt;br /&gt;they are soooo superr funky!&lt;br /&gt;and humongermous... haha!!&lt;br /&gt;my new made up word!&lt;br /&gt;sigh... jas is right... your place is uber comfy!&lt;br /&gt;anyways... this is a repeat of sel's and jiun's pics but&lt;br /&gt;what the hell... might as well waste internet space right?&lt;br /&gt;haha... jk&lt;br /&gt;oh ya!! and i went to develop my pics...&lt;br /&gt;GRRR...&lt;br /&gt;i didn't realise i put slide film into my camera...&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm gonna have a bunch of slides...&lt;br /&gt;sigh... so expensive too...&lt;br /&gt;next time... i really gotta check these things&lt;br /&gt;aandd... cos they're slides...&lt;br /&gt;it'll take abt a week to process... sighz &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/sentosa7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/sentosa7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie... this is us at harbourfront at 11...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/sentosa151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Palawan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/sentosa10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/sentosa10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanning in the scorching sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/sentosa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/sentosa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun was so bright, we could barely open our eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/sentosa12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/sentosa12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out at sea... doo dee doo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/sentosa13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/sentosa13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!! one with all of us in the shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/sentosa14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/sentosa14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/sentosa6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/sentosa6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naughty naughty!! (yummy hokey pokey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/sentosa5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/sentosa5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home! boi!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... our day on sentosa. I'll scan the pics when they have been developed and you gals can choose! lalala... ok... its like 4 in the morn... i'm going to sleeep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-112603640608987846?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112603640608987846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112603640608987846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112603640608987846' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-112593734870221268</id><published>2005-09-05T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:22:28.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HAVE A TAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sentosa today for an outing with sel, crystal, jas, jiun and val (and spencer). haha.. you girls add that extra amount of colour in my life! heehee. so... the day began with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY SISTER WAKING ME UP AT BLOODY 7 IN THE MORNING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"dammit man... i'm sleeping!! what do you want"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"eh... where's my skirt?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"i dunno... where did you put it?? (grrr)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"i thought you wore it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"no i didn't... maybe mum washed it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a few minutes later...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Oh... haha... yeah.. it was drying"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god... i was super grumpy la. not only did she wake me up so early... but it was for something so retarded. urgh. sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got up and watched some tv... then made tuna sandwiches (no vege for jas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OFF TO SENTOSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got on the bus, right.... and it was FILLED with all these screaming malay kids... i mean. shut up already, jeez! i seriously wanted to slap all of them. annoying spawns of the devil. haha... ok... that was harsh. anyway... we were all HOPING that they weren't going to palawan. thankfully... they didn't! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the weather was PERFECT! the sun was up and shining bright which was sooo great. but after tanning for all that time... i started to feel like one of those rotating chickens in the oven that you see in cold storage... or like a sausage... that was ready to burst open!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT WAS BLISTERING HOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo.. we all got our much wanted tans... except for maybe crystal who just got red... and went to eat subway and ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd... that milkshake was sooo gross. i was so sick that i threw it all up. not to gross you out or anything... but it was seriuosly DISgusting!!! that's the problem with us lactose intolerate pple... cannot take milk. bleah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home... sel, crys and i realised something so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE ARE NOT AUTHENTIC CAMERA WHORES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... yes... i'm being spastic but i was trying to finish my film and we couldn't think of any poses. seriously... we were sitting in the MRT like "now what??" ya i know... RETARDS! maybe we should get lessons from the pros... i.e. lucas and jj. teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a fun day! movie marathon anyone? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;oh ya sel... UPLOAD PHOTOS QUICK!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-112593734870221268?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112593734870221268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112593734870221268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112593734870221268' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-112584594825631845</id><published>2005-09-04T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T00:08:05.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well... read this on crystal's blog and thought it would be fun to see what i have done in my lifetime... Hope ya don't mind crystal... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200 things I've done at least once the past 16 years (those in red):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. bought everyone in the pub a drink&lt;br /&gt;02. swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;03. climbed (drove up)a mountain&lt;br /&gt;04. taken a ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;05. been inside the great pyramid&lt;br /&gt;06. held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;07. taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. said 'I love you' and meant it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. hugged a tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. done a striptease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. bungee jumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. visited paris&lt;br /&gt;13. watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. stayed up all night long and watch the sun rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. seen the northern lights&lt;br /&gt;16. gone to a huge sports game&lt;br /&gt;17. walked the stairs to the top of leaning tower of pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. changed a baby's diaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;22. taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;23. watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. looked up the night sky through a telescope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;28. Had a food fight&lt;br /&gt;29. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;31. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;32. Had a snowball fight&lt;br /&gt;33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;36. Enacted a favorite fantasy&lt;br /&gt;37. Taken a midnight skinny dip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;38. Taken an ice cold bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Hit a home run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;48. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;49. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. Loved your job for all accounts (for a moment)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Had amazing friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;55. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;56. Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;57. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a road-trip&lt;br /&gt;59. Rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;60. Lied to foreign government's official in that country to avoid notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;62. Sky diving&lt;br /&gt;63. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;64. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;br /&gt;65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;67. Benchpressed your own weight&lt;br /&gt;68. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Alphabetized your records&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;73. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;74. Scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;75. Got it on to "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Played in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;80. Done something you should regret, but don't regret it&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Discovered that someone who's not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better&lt;br /&gt;84. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;86. Toured ancient sites&lt;br /&gt;87. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;88. Swordfought for the honor of a woman&lt;br /&gt;89. Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;90. Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;92. Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;93. Loved someone you shouldn't have&lt;br /&gt;94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy&lt;br /&gt;95. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;96. Had sex at the office&lt;br /&gt;97. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Made cookies from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;99. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;100. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;101. Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on&lt;br /&gt;103. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;104. Been on television news programs as an "expert"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;105. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. Masturbated in a public place&lt;br /&gt;107. Got so drunk you don't remember anything&lt;br /&gt;108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;109. Performed on stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;111. Recorded music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;112. Eaten shark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113. Had a one-night stand&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;115. Seen Siouxsie live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;116. Bought a (toy) house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;118. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;119. Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off&lt;br /&gt;120. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;121. Spoken more than one language fluently.. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;br /&gt;123. Bounced a cheque&lt;br /&gt;124. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;125. Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;br /&gt;126. Raised children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;129. Created and named your own constellation of stars&lt;br /&gt;130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;132. Called or written your Congress person&lt;br /&gt;133. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;134. ... more than once? - More than thrice?&lt;br /&gt;135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. Had an abortion or your female partner did&lt;br /&gt;138. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;139. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived&lt;br /&gt;140. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;141. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;142. Held someone while they were having a seizure&lt;br /&gt;143. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;144. Petted a stingray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;145. Broken someone's heart&lt;br /&gt;146. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;147. Been fired or laid off from a job&lt;br /&gt;148. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;149. Broken a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150. Killed a human being&lt;br /&gt;151. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;152. Ridden a motorcycle (pillion)&lt;br /&gt;153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100mph&lt;br /&gt;154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;157. Ridden a horse (does pony count?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;158. Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;159. Had sex on a moving train&lt;br /&gt;160. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;162. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing.. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;164. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;165. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;167. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground&lt;br /&gt;169. Been a sperm or egg donor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;170. Eaten sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;171. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime&lt;br /&gt;173. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;br /&gt;174. Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;175. Gone back to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;176. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;177. Changed your name(i added 'Ana')&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;178. Petted a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;179. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;180. Read The Iliad&lt;br /&gt;181. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read&lt;br /&gt;182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them&lt;br /&gt;183. ... and gotten 86â€™ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;184. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;br /&gt;187. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;189. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;190. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;191. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;193. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;195. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;196: Dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;197: Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;198: Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;199: Written your own role playing game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;200: Been arrested&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-112584594825631845?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112584594825631845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112584594825631845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112584594825631845' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-112583011849362767</id><published>2005-09-04T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T18:35:18.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My wishlist,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I wish I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;2) I wish I could disappear&lt;br /&gt;3) I wish I could be a kid again&lt;br /&gt;4) I wish I could run away without turning back&lt;br /&gt;5) I wish I was alone&lt;br /&gt;6) I wish I wasn't alone&lt;br /&gt;7) I wish I were someone else&lt;br /&gt;8) I wish I had the guts to do what I should have done a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened in my life and i have learned many things from those experiences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History always repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are free.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are not forever.&lt;br /&gt;Family cannot be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;Life is short.&lt;br /&gt;Time is limited.&lt;br /&gt;You can lose someone in a day but miss them for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Death is just a state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is just a state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid of it.&lt;br /&gt;I welcome it.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the point of living to die?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-112583011849362767?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112583011849362767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112583011849362767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112583011849362767' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-112470760299671071</id><published>2005-08-22T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:46:44.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie well... here is yet another skin by &lt;strong&gt;DANCING UP A STORM&lt;/strong&gt;!!! corinnee... you are a genius!!! you rock!!!! hee hee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat, val, sel and JJ think that this skin is not me but it soooo is!!!! i'm girly!!! i swear... honestly... just cos i don't waste my time dressing up for school doesn't mean i'm not girly... I AMM!!!!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General purpose: to persuade&lt;br /&gt;Specific purpose: my the end of this entry... my friends will KNOW that i am girly!!&lt;br /&gt;thesis statement: I AM GIRLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righto.. moving on... heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 AUGUST ROCKED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story goes... one year ago... 9 friends made a pact to meet exactly one year from that date to catch up and make sure that we keep in contact. girls! you made my bad day good! i love you for it. idon't know... you have this magical quality to make me smile *muaks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAOMI LEE AND PRIYA DARSHINI. if you guys couldn't make it... the least you could have done is call! we made a deal and you know how important it was to all of us. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... in the library now... supposed to be doing IAC... ok well.... gtg and do some actual work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-112470760299671071?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112470760299671071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112470760299671071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112470760299671071' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-112435235700997429</id><published>2005-08-18T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T16:05:57.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh... not a good day. my heart feels so heavy and it seems like an effort to smile. no words come to mind. just a huge sigh. i hate days like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think i want to just be alone. but when i am, i'm lonely and i don't want that anymore. i hate being lonely. cos  then i realise my mind is in total conflict. everything becomes cloudy when i think to hard about things cos i realise that i can't fix things... but i can. i can fix them, but i don't want to. i want to but i don't... urgh, i feel so screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the gang will be able to cheer me up. i love you guys so much and i can't understand how you put up with me sometimes. thanks. i miss you so so so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-112435235700997429?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112435235700997429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112435235700997429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112435235700997429' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-112426166636769213</id><published>2005-08-17T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T14:54:57.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok... in honour of nat's entry... his 10 pet peeves... i am gonna reflect and do the same....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. people who are like "omg... smoking is so bad for you. you're gonna die" whatever.. its my life... get one yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. leeches... i mean.. clingy people... scares the crap outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. the "oh so smart" pick up lines-"nice legs, what time do they open?" (Boon, N., 2005) urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Bitching behind other people's back. you don't have to be nasty infront of them but don't act like the person is your best friend. be-ach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Poly haters.&lt;br /&gt;"so where are you now?"&lt;br /&gt;"poly"&lt;br /&gt;"oh..."&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People who speak chinese infront of you knowing full well that you can't understand them. now that's just rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. arrogant customers. i am a waitress... not a servant, you cows! if you drop your napkin under your table. don't expect me to crawl under just to get it for you. get it yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Leonardo Di Caprio. "all asian women are ugly"- enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tommy Hilfiger. "if i knew latinos, blacks and asians were going to wear my clothes, i wouldn't have designed them in the first place"- as recorded on Oprah. asshole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who talk down to you. its an insult to my intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel like i'm an angsty teen? gawd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-112426166636769213?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112426166636769213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112426166636769213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112426166636769213' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-112408750880871056</id><published>2005-08-15T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T15:03:07.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soc pscyh quiz... 20%... didn't study... fail... repeat module... ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, soc psych is the stupidest bloody subject ever. who the hell would actually go : hmm... let's research self esteem! fuck that. all you need to do is use your damn god-given common sense to figure out how to communicate. okok... fine.. i can see why we have to study it since we're gonna be communication specialists and shit... but really... its dead boring. plus we have a wanker teaching us. the guy has no chin!... its like he's missing his chin bone. jeez... well... i'm just venting here. grrr... i hate soc psych.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note. the par-tay on saturday rocked! awesome! inspired! really.. it was great! not to mention the eye candy. haha... ain't that right soph? so sad i couldn't stay over and go to km8 but whatever right? i had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;soph: HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY! we gonna party on my birthday too yea? luv ya hon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... in radio lecture now... gonna meet kyle later and go for mass. yes! you heard me.. after sooo long... i am finally going to church. figure the old man up in the sky needs to hear me complaining again... sigh... i dunno... i haven't really figured out my religion yet. when i got confirmed, i was just doing it without thinking... seriously... its hard to believe when so many things go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righto... screw serious thinking. i need to buck up on my english... i said "leh" the other day. urgh! kill me now! i said "it's not bad, leh" AHHH!!! shit! shoot me before i go any further. the way i figure it... i can only speak one language so i better speak it well... or else.... i dunno what else but in soc psych terms... my self efficacy will deteriorate and so will my self esteem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angry kristy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-112408750880871056?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112408750880871056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112408750880871056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112408750880871056' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-112182968822734712</id><published>2005-07-20T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T11:28:43.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ANYONE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;READ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HARRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;POTTER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HALF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BLOOD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;PRINCE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;YET???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm dying!!! i need to discuss!! i'm like bursting and i can't say anything cos i don't wanna spoil it. c'mon people!!! read faster!!!! AHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok... my fav book used to be Prisoner of Azkaban but now i think that The Half blood prince is a competitor for that place!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it's sooo gooood&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyone who hasn't read harry potter yet..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;GET YOUR ASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt; DOWN TO A BOOK STORE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;AND BUY IT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cmon!! somebody has to have finished it!! tell me, tell me quick! i'm exploding!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i need to gush about it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-112182968822734712?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112182968822734712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112182968822734712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112182968822734712' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-112126751094631234</id><published>2005-07-13T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:11:50.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.what time is it now? 10.25pm&lt;br /&gt;2 what is your name : Kristy Lea Ana Campbell&lt;br /&gt;3.single or taken? single&lt;br /&gt;4. what does your name mean? Kristy= Great and powerful one who is also extremely clever!!! haha...bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;5. who picked out your name? both parents&lt;br /&gt;6. what's your nickname? Kris, Kirtys, Baby Campbell Soup,   &lt;br /&gt;7. how old are you? sweet 16:)&lt;br /&gt;8. what colour are your eyes? brown&lt;br /&gt;9. what size are your shoes? 6 &lt;br /&gt;10. how tall (or short) are you? 168cm. soph!! i don't like you, you tall freak! &lt;br /&gt;11. honestly, what do you like about yourself? my toes! they look like sausages.&lt;br /&gt;12. do you think you're cute? maybe....&lt;br /&gt;13. hair colour? presently? mahonagny copper. naturally? dark brown&lt;br /&gt;14. how many people sent you this? i stole it from stoph&lt;br /&gt;15. do you wear contacts? nope&lt;br /&gt;16. favourite drink? water &lt;br /&gt;17. favourite alcoholic drink? screwdriver, margaritas from cafe iguana&lt;br /&gt;18. favourite month? december!!! &lt;br /&gt;19. favourite food? chocolate! yummy!&lt;br /&gt;20. favourite thing you are not very good at: playing my guitar! its working progress!&lt;br /&gt;21. favourite clothing brand? dorothy perkins&lt;br /&gt;22. favourite day of the year? 24 December! Christmas par-tay!!!&lt;br /&gt;23. favourite colour? red&lt;br /&gt;24. favourite animal? kittens and puppies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*FAMILY AND FRIENDS* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. who are your best friends? WOPHIE! STOPH! WEED!&lt;br /&gt;26. are your parents together? hell yea, 33 yrs and counting&lt;br /&gt;27. do you tell your parents or your friends more? friends, yep, all 3 of em&lt;br /&gt;28. anything special about your parents? my parents are superheros by nite... shh! &lt;br /&gt;29. siblings and their ages? kimberly, 19; janine, 25; marc, 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*YES OR NO*~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. you're slutty? no... not if i don't want to be... heh heh heh &lt;br /&gt;31. you Mean? you could say so... but i'm nice too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;32. you like someone? nooo....&lt;br /&gt;33. you can keep secrets? yea&lt;br /&gt;34. you like britney spears? are you kidding?&lt;br /&gt;35. you've liked a cousin? GOD NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;37. you've seriously hurt someone? i don't think so... if i did.. sorry &lt;br /&gt;38. you've been hurt seriously? don't fucking get me started&lt;br /&gt;39. you swear? refer to above... &lt;br /&gt;40. you get your way? sometimes &lt;br /&gt;41. you're willing to try new things? yea.. why not? &lt;br /&gt;42. you've cheated on a test? heh heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*RIGHT NOW*~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. what are you wearing? t-shirt and shorts&lt;br /&gt;44. what are you listening to? wophie talking...&lt;br /&gt;45. how are you feeling? hungry&lt;br /&gt;46. what are you eating? nothing... hence the hunger...&lt;br /&gt;47. how many people are online? dunno... cos i'm not online...&lt;br /&gt;48. how's the weather? urmmm... seems alright...&lt;br /&gt;49. what books are you reading? Confessions of a Yakuza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*GIRLS ONLY*~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. how many lip glosses do you have? to many to count....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. what perfume do you use? ralph- ralph lauren&lt;br /&gt;54. what's in your purse? neoprints, cards, NO MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;55. tall or short boys? tall.. definatley&lt;br /&gt;56. blonde or brunette guys? brunettes&lt;br /&gt;59. boxers showing? preferably not.. but hey, if it makes him happy... by all means&lt;br /&gt;60. long hair or short hair on boys? not too short, not too long &lt;br /&gt;60. what do you find annoying in a guy? "i am god's gift to women"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. what's the first thing you notice about guys? smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*OTHER QUESTIONS*~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. what was the last movie you saw? alot like love&lt;br /&gt;73. what did you have for dinner? buritos&lt;br /&gt;74. what are you hoping for? a lot &lt;br /&gt;75. what movie do you really want to see? BEWITCHED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;76. where is your favourite place to travel? aussie land&lt;br /&gt;77. what did you last dream about? too long and weird to describe &lt;br /&gt;79. if you were a crayon what colour would you be? red or black&lt;br /&gt;80. who was the last person you talked to on the phone? weed&lt;br /&gt;81. do you like the person that sent this to you? yep &lt;br /&gt;83. ever had a crush on a teacher? urgh.. nooo *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;84. are you too shy to ask someone out? no... i just refuse to.  &lt;br /&gt;85. scary movies or happy endings? couldn't care less&lt;br /&gt;86. summer or winter? winter. i love wearing layers! won't it be fun say "hang on... i just need to grab my coat"... for REAL!&lt;br /&gt;87. relationships or one night stands? relationships. &lt;br /&gt;88. chocolate or vanilla? chocolate... but for icecream... french vanilla is the best&lt;br /&gt;89. do you want your friends to write back? yea... i guess&lt;br /&gt;90. what did you do last night? can't remember... evidently nothing important...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-112126751094631234?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112126751094631234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112126751094631234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112126751094631234' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-112038022143169617</id><published>2005-07-03T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T16:43:41.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jazz jazz jazz!!!! the concert was spectacular! ed branson would have been playing for sure and he would have had a blast. st thomas march. that was for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;howard was amazing amazing amazing. and judy roberts... and ELDEE YOUNG!!!!! omg! he is soooo adorable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why didn't i ever go to sunset bar?? all those times when i had a chance. when i could have. i just can't help but think... what if? everything i see, hear serves as a reminder of those times. i wish for so many things but i mostly wish that i could have had more time... that i wasn't so naive. time that was stolen. i think about this all the time. i can't help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-112038022143169617?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112038022143169617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112038022143169617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112038022143169617' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-112009465787960592</id><published>2005-06-30T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T09:26:03.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A LOT LIKE LOVE is ADORABLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! its such a feel good show! happy sigh... you just think awwww!!! haha... plus ashton is sooo hot. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no JJ!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a story of a loose bitch and a horny bastard. well... it is... BUT IT ISN'T!!!! wadeva man... dot dot dot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well... i really need to start working again... i spent about 150 dollars in a week. how i did that i have no clue but as you can gather, i am now &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; broke!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TMR IS THE JAZZ CONCERT!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;JEREMY MONTEIRO AND THE CHICAGO CONNECTION&lt;/span&gt;!!! woo-hoo!!! sel got 2 free tickets. how cool is that?? sigh... but i'm going with my aunty. sigh... i'm just sooo excited to be going! lalala!! yipee!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i was watching jag last night, and mac said this thing that was sooo sweet, "We are all angels with one wing and we have to embrace each other to fly" (&lt;em&gt;Jag&lt;/em&gt;, 2005) sooo sweet right? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;aniwae... slakerz... i think our IAC project is gonna be REEEEALLY good... or at least i hope so... gawd... gotta post on bulletin board. bloody participation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GRRR!!! the internet on my com is soooo screwed up... how come when i plug the LAN cable into kim's com it can work but when i plug it into mine... there's NO CONNECTION AT ALL!!! grrr... seriously... this is pissing me off in a big way! i can't even get into MeL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh ya... APA test today. i studied but i don't think i'm gonna do spectacularly. oh well...&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; i am a straight B+ student&lt;/span&gt;. huge double sigh. and there's radio. heard that this week is gonna be fun... what with the splicing and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NRA on monday was sooo much fun. i mean,... it wasn't as if it was majorly super fun but i really miss dancing and i FINALLY had a class. yay!!! i miss dancing SOOOO much. its fun to be a junior again. heehee... i'm weird, i know :&gt; blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okie.. i'm gonna have my brekky. no!!! i shall resist! must lose weight cos i look like an overweight hippo. but i'm hungrrry!!! *stomach growls* ok... fine. diet starts tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;oh tush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-112009465787960592?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112009465787960592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/112009465787960592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112009465787960592' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-111980239499379414</id><published>2005-06-26T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T00:13:15.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okok!!! i am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPDATING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;my internet is up and running!!! YAY!!! it died on me the other day... and i had to do school stuff..... it was sooo screwed up... then went to holland v to try and get wireless but apparently you need an IDEAS password... wth?? i mean... if evry singtel custoner is supposed to have one.. then where's mine???!!! argh! i was super duper peeved... i was actually considering flinging my laptop across starbucks!! okok... thats going to far... my darling lappy *sigh* i'd never throw it :P haha... WADEVER MAN!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DOT DOT DOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;went to val's to do the IAC project. had lots of fun... haha... we always have fun on wednesdays don't we guys? *grin* shared violent childhood stories, played around with a digi cam... funfunfun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v600/klea_8/BCS3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;gotta put in the animation for the power point tho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;SEL!! VAL!!!&lt;/span&gt; friday is H'n'H day!! Heels and Hats. yes nat... in know you wanna join in too and by all means man... haha. i can't wait for the concert! soooo exciting... live music is always the good... live JAZZ music is SUPERB! ahhh!!! can't wait can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;sigh.. had too much to eat today... i feel sooo disgusting... like... i think my stomach is resting on my lap... eww... thats a really gross visual... okok... i'm not THAT fat... that's just disturbing... aye... i'm sooo full. anyway... dragon beard candy rocks my socks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;it funny how i've been living in Singapore my whole life yet i still feel like a tourist... you know i have never been to chinatown, little india or serangoon at nite? which is a pity since i think it'd be fun. double sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;ANYWAY, last night... i stayed over at my aunt's place and her dog invaded my bed!! i was using the com... and i turn around and there's this huge german shepard on the bed... so i was like "sasha!!! off!!! get off my bed!!!!" and she just looked at me as if to say "is that all you got?" i swear the damn dog rolled her eyes at me!!! bloody hell!!! i tried to kick her off but that didn't work either cos she is waaay too heavy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v600/klea_8/BCS5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;DAMN DOG!!! grrrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;well... got 4 lectures tmr... plus dance. gtg and sleeeep. my bed is calling me... one without a dog! joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-111980239499379414?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/111980239499379414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/111980239499379414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111980239499379414' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-111831979559412168</id><published>2005-06-09T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:23:15.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i am such a bloody IDIOT!!! i mean... how could i have forgotten the damn writ comm thing. shit. DOUBLE shit. i can't believe i threw 5% away. blooody idiot i am. argh! this is so damn pathetic. 3rd week and i'm already screwing up. DAMN IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyway, i don't see why we can't blog about what we want. if we don't like a person, why can't we just blog about it?? its so damn lame to be sued for saying shit. what absolute crap???!!! screw slander la. shove it where the sun don't shine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i don't get some people in class... i mean.... its not like i don't like them or anything... its just that i dunno what to make of them. they're so difficult to read. sigh... i really miss the gang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ARA: you mean so much to me!!! i mean.... i can talk to you about ANYTHING. sigh... there are so many things  wanna tell you. seroius and stupid. i really miss our heart to hearts... :) are we ever gonna meet up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;STACE: hey my lil sis. holiday now ah?? god... so many things have happened. why?? aiyoh... don't worry.. it'll all work out. anyway... i hear you're hot stuff on campus! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TANI: tani baby. things aren't the same without you. miss you lame ass jokes and your retardedness. i see your brother more than i see you!!! sorry i can't go for ryans gig... you know how anal my mom is about this shit. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;JO: god... i'll never forgive you for taking my spice girls book!!! :) can you believe we've known each other for sooo long?? we have to meet up!! threatening and insulting me online just isn't the same!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm just so pissed! argh! the writ comm  thing is really eating into me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm so stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;stupid!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and then there's speech comm tmr... what the heell am i supposed to talk about?? shit. my brain isn't working. urgh! freakin writ comm!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;on a diff topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;why do people have to fight? i mean... do you really wanna throw away like 10 over yrs of friendship?? cmon girls. you are best friends. don't forget that! i mean.. so what?? seriously... be angry... but get over it. don't hold it against each other. its not good for ya. sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-111831979559412168?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/111831979559412168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/111831979559412168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111831979559412168' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-111767619978284725</id><published>2005-06-02T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T09:36:39.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okok... this is lame but i thought i'd post it anyway since its so amusing. nat, selene, val, jj and i were at com issues and decided to do that "continue the story thing". the results....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v600/klea_8/jpeg.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-111767619978284725?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/111767619978284725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/111767619978284725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111767619978284725' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-111729426187665955</id><published>2005-05-28T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T00:04:07.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm sooo bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BORED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well... started sch. thats good. its fun. can you believe that we have a radio class?? i mean yea.. Believable... but its cool. i mean... a change from science and maths and all that rubbish. haha. fun fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then there's speech comm... which basically teaches you how to speak well and how to make speeches and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then there's written comm... which, from what i gather, is like english... sorta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and lastly, there's comm issues. which is like a class that makes you think outta the box. yup, thats it for this sem... but we already had assignments before sch even started!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whatever la... they're quite fun. like for writ comm, we have to write a paragraph about a good paragraph... i've already done it... and i think its quite crap. so its essentially a bad paragraph about a good paragraph. retarded right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for radio, we have to write a 500 word essay abt a radio station. ok la. more interesting than chem!! yay.. no more chem. thank god!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lalalala. that's mass comm... so far. i expect its gonna be hectic. yikes! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;on friday there's hop night... this dance nite at ngee ann... should i go or shouldn't i?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;can't think at the moment... bottom line, c.b.f. haha.. learnt that from soph. i mean... it just hits the spot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if someone asks "how are you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its like... "c.b.f"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not the same as "can't be bothered" or "whatever" or in more localised terms, "sian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"cbf" just covers so much ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thats right... at the moment... i just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't be fucked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;urgh. okie. gonna watch tv... or go do something else that's just as unproductive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kristy's mood: still c.b.f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-111729426187665955?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/111729426187665955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/111729426187665955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111729426187665955' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-111617606379657918</id><published>2005-05-16T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T00:54:23.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it was kim's birthday on saturday. yep. she's got one more year to be a teenager before she starts being and old bird!!! jk :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE YOU KIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.30am: alarm rings. i put it on snooze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.40am: alarm rings. i put it on snooze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.50am: alarm rings. i put it on snooze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.00am: i finally get out of bed while doing some inventive swearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.20am: completed the necessary and waited for dad who was still sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.00am: dad finally ready to leave. so i grab my bag, seething cos he told me we had to leave at 7.15 and here he was, still taking his time.. which led me to believe that he didn't really have to be at work so early and was just pulling my leg.. GRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.10am: stop at 7-11 and and buy many fattening things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.40am: arrive at the hotel and wake jo, broc and the birthday girl up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.50am: IT STARTS RAINING!!!! spoiling our plans to go to sentosa... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.00am: has stopped raining and we leave for sentosa as nomes had arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so we had lots of fun at sentosa and played in the sea. then we climbed onto these plastic thingys that float. they sorta looked like cheese .. hmm... anyway, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I GOT SEA SICK!!&lt;/span&gt; i was just sitting on this floaty thing and then i felt sooo sick i thought i was gonna hurl. luckily... i didn't. but i felt like crap. sigh... i get sea sick, car sick, air sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dammit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after sentosa we went back to the hotel and hopped into the steam room. and then we went upstairs to get ready for a night on the town. not really... but i've always wanted to say that... ahahahaha... right... moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we went to cafe iguana and omg... i had so much to drink. well... we &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; had so much to drink. but we &lt;strong&gt;weren't&lt;/strong&gt; drunk. &lt;em&gt;just buzzed&lt;/em&gt;. to start off, wen goes straight to order a round of tequila shots. it wasn't as bad as i thought it was gonna be. the trick is to just gulp it so you don't taste anything. then we all shared about 10 jugs of margaritas. then to finsh, we had a round of chocolate shots... now THAT tasted like crap. its mars bars blended with vodka. so there's like these sediments in it.. &lt;em&gt;yuck!&lt;/em&gt; it was so gross. i think i'd prefer the tequila anyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;den, kim, charles, broc, jo, jac.. and some other pple went to meet marc and janine and some &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; pple at o bar. and i went home to sleeeep!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gawd.. was so tired. sorry i couldn't stay up with ya soph. i was almost dying... weell. not really but ya know... jeez. being awake for about 18 hrs is tiring when you're not used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ah well... bye for now... my &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sun burn&lt;/span&gt; is killing me     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-111617606379657918?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/111617606379657918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/111617606379657918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111617606379657918' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-111571835847581124</id><published>2005-05-10T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T17:45:58.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well... just came back from &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FOC camp&lt;/span&gt; the other day. haha... omg... it was really interesting! heehee... i dunno.. it wasn't super duper fun but it was nice. i guess cos it was a different atmosphere from what i've known for 10 years. haha... and the cheers were hellava funny.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"go go go like a champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fight fight fight like a champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;go like a champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fight like a champion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;all the rest can go fly kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fly kite, fly kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;all the rest can go fly kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;later kena lightning strike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahahahaha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;damn funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then i got home and my laptop arrived!!!!!!!!!! yay! its so pwetty! love it! i'm so lucky!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well.. there's convention day this week as well so i guess i'll meet up with kiran. yay! still so excited to go to school again! it's been real boring sitting on my arse &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ALL DAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so was talking to squid the other day and she was like... whatever you do, don't become a bitch. hmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and... its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;KIM'S BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this saturday. i dunno what to get her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;how?? the original plan was shot down so now i'm pretty screwed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;KIM!! if you are reading this... can you pls tell me?? i ask you and you give me answers like money... ??? how can i give you cash??? a bit the weird right???? HELP!!! want me to pay for your drinks that night? please dun get wasted... no wait... get wasted... its damn funny. haha... yup i'm a lousy sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ooo... i'm gonna dye my hair again!!! a &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;chocolate/chesnut&lt;/span&gt; brown. i hope it doesn't turn out like the other colour the last time... ewww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh well... gtg  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-111571835847581124?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/111571835847581124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/111571835847581124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111571835847581124' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-111277811884951492</id><published>2005-04-06T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T17:01:58.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got into mass comm!!! OMG!! yay! i'm happy! very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!! anyway... went to the simple plan concert the other day and it rocked!! they are really good live! went with soph and then met janine there. haha... jasmine and justin let us cut the queue so we were really close to the stage. yay! haha.. really! we had so much fun. then janine took lorraine, her brother, soph and i for a drink and some munchies at oscars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo... and i'm learning the guitar... or trying to at least. haha.. ryan was trying to teach me and i was so totally lost. he taught me how to do this power chord thing which i find really hard but he does it like it's nothing. sigh... i have a long way to go. oh well.. i'm sorta teaching myself too cos i've been told that lessons at yamaha are shit. so  i've been reading this guitar book for beginners and can now play amazing grace and we wish you a merry christmas. haha... well, it's a start right? anyway, ryan told my to practice so i don't suck so much... gee... isn't that encouraging? whatever right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie... gtg to work now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-111277811884951492?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/111277811884951492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/111277811884951492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111277811884951492' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-111097771653384779</id><published>2005-03-16T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T20:55:16.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's the point of life when you are going to die in the end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-111097771653384779?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/111097771653384779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/111097771653384779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111097771653384779' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-111012868471146982</id><published>2005-03-07T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T20:54:09.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;POISON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;(Deborah, Chloe, Bonnie, Adeline, Corrinne, Farah, Lilia, Jothi, Charissa, Sam, Yi Ping, Connie, Majella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ok girlies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know you are upset but its really ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lemme tell you: when we entered danceworks in 2002... we didn't get thru to the finals either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;our seniors did but we didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you know how shitty we felt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yar... we cried our eyes out and got all depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but for what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it wasn't gonna help us or anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know how you feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just don't get discouraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what counts is how you pick yourself up after a fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;now, we look back and say... omg... i can't believe we cried over that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cos you'll learn that there are a million more important things to worry abt than a silly dance competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;DON'T LET THIS GET YOU DOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just learn from it and improve next year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that is what matters &lt;strong&gt;THE MOST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but a word of advice&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be complacent.&lt;br /&gt;you may think that some teams are not good&lt;br /&gt;but they might just impress the judges in a way that you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;don't ever think that you are better than someone else&lt;br /&gt;because that will be your downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hope for the best, prepare for the worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'm proud of you guys because i know that you tried very hard.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what you need to do now is concentrate on finding your own style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it not like... you learn a step and then do something wonky to it so that it looks different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THAT IS NOT STYLE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;finding your own style can't be forced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; you have to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. learn the steps like the back of your hand. counts and everything. you have to know your dance very well. ie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;          accent at the right point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;          hand at whatever place at what count. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;          where should your head be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;          where should your foot be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. do it over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. if you do it over and over again often enough, you will reach a point where something just clicks and everything begins to flow like its natural. you'll find yourself not counting, not thinking, just listening to the music and dancing like you own the steps, like they are yours, personally. not because you made them up or anything but because you have added a piece of yourself to the dance. thats when you know that your dancing is coming from somewhere real: your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thats is style&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's what makes the difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BUT THE FIRST STEP IS THE MOST CRUCIAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Learning the steps well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;because once you all know the counts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it won't matter what formation you are in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you will still look good cos everybody is doing the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that is what you have to strive for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;well dearies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;best of luck in everything that you do. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU  GUYS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*KISSES*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;KEEP DANCING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;love always,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;darling&lt;/span&gt; choreographer (jk...heehee) hu is soooo proud of you, kristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-111012868471146982?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/111012868471146982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/111012868471146982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111012868471146982' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-110968814082758344</id><published>2005-03-01T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T22:42:20.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate this. am i stupid or something? how could i screw this up. my one chance to do well and i threw it away. the sad part is that i didn't even see it coming. i'm an IDIOT!!! i hate myself. i hate myself. i hate myself. nothing can make me feel better. nothing. i feel as though my heart has shriveled up and my stomach has clenched into a ball. my insides are not functioning and neither is my brain. whenever i have to talk about it... my heart sinks but i have to put on a brave face and act like its nothing. people who are close to me only make me feel worse. i know they are right but i just can't talk to them. i need someone who will just listen and not tell me that its wrong to feel the way i feel. i need someone who won't judge me, who'll just comfort me in silence and just listen. why can't they just listen to me? why do they have to tell me what to do?i know what i have to do but i have to get over all these emotions before i do it. stop looking at my as though to say "i told you so". stop it.  i need a break. from this place. from these people. i don't want to push them away but i have to do this alone. this is my life. not theirs and if i let them rule it for me i'm never going to be satisfied. somethings need to be done alone. its so hard to explain. i want to do things alone but i don't want to be alone. am i crazy. is this selfish? i can't tell anymore. i'm just so tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-110968814082758344?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110968814082758344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110968814082758344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110968814082758344' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-110854315667170659</id><published>2005-02-16T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T16:50:17.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well... had a staff party yesterday and did the yu sheng thingy... is that how you spell it?? haha... aniwae... i only like the crackers so i didn't eat the rest of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johnny was soo damn funny! i mean, he was telling all these stories that he usually wouldn't... but since he had a little to drink... weelll... you know how the story goes :) *laughs* then i gambled!!! haha... ok.. not really a big deal but it was for me since my luck always sucks!! anyway... i won 4 bucks... not much but at least i didn't lose right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebration of life rocked!!! and i felt so bad for tama... i mean... he was running the whole show himself. so what have we learned? tama is not only a fantastic drummer but a really pro stage manager too!!! haha... half way thru i just sat in the audience and watched because i was so useless backstage. anyway... one segment took so long and ran the show almost half and hour over time. then tama flashed a sign at them... kinda vulgar but it worked! haha... tama's so funny... unlike llyod and faith... grrr... how old are you again? jeez. grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weelll... dance is going ok. i have to mix the music and stuff but i think we'll finish in time. just have to do some MAJOR cleaning up. if any of you are reading this, please work at it... especially the lose my breath segment. it's very messy. and the comtemp part. we need to keep up the standard after last year. IJ is considered one of the best in Danceworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tally-ho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-110854315667170659?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110854315667170659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110854315667170659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110854315667170659' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-110822516149385083</id><published>2005-02-13T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T00:19:21.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Butterfly Kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's two things I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;She was sent here from heaven, and she's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daddy's little girl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As I drop to my knees by her bed at night&lt;br /&gt;She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God for all of the joy in my life, oh but most of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer&lt;br /&gt;Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair&lt;br /&gt;"Walk beside the pony Daddy, it's my first ride"&lt;br /&gt;"I know the cake looks funny Daddy, but I sure tried"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh with all that I've done wrong, I must of done something right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To deserve a hug every morning, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;butterfly kisses&lt;/span&gt; at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sixteen today&lt;br /&gt;She's looking like her Mama, a little more everyday.&lt;br /&gt;One part woman, the other part girl&lt;br /&gt;To perfume and makeup, from ribbons and curls.&lt;br /&gt;Trying her wings out in a great big world&lt;br /&gt;But I remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer&lt;br /&gt;Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;"You know how much I love you Daddy, but if you don't mind"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time."&lt;br /&gt;With all that I've done wrong, I must of done something right&lt;br /&gt;To deserve her love every morning, and butterfly kisses at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the precious time,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, like the wind the years go by.&lt;br /&gt;Precious butterfly,&lt;br /&gt;Spread your wings and fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll change her name today.&lt;br /&gt;She'll make a promise, and I'll give her away.&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the brideroom just staring at her&lt;br /&gt;She asks me what I'm thinking,&lt;br /&gt;and I said "I'm not sure."&lt;br /&gt;"I just feel like I'm losing my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;baby girl&lt;/span&gt;,"&lt;br /&gt;And she leaned over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave me butterfly kisses with her Mama there&lt;br /&gt;Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;"Walk me down the aisle Daddy, it's just about time."&lt;br /&gt;"Does my wedding gown look pretty Daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, don't cry."&lt;br /&gt;Oh, with all that I've done wrong, I must of done something right.&lt;br /&gt;To deserve her love every morning, and butterfly kisses,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ask God for more, than this is what love is.&lt;br /&gt;I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember...&lt;br /&gt;Every hug in the morning, and butterfly kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-110822516149385083?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110822516149385083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110822516149385083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110822516149385083' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-110724821974853352</id><published>2005-02-01T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T16:56:59.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, The Celebration of Life is on sunday and i just can't wait. it's going to be great.  had a meeting with tama and jeremy the other day and went to check out the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems so final. like he's really gone. i keep expecting him to walk through the door and then everything will be ok. can't belive its been a year already. when i see videos of him, its so difficult to believe that he's really not coming back cos he was just here. i can still remember our conversations and everything. i remember his jokes, the expression on his face, what he was wearing. everything. then to think that he's gone.  how can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like this is all a bad dream that i'm going to wake from. its like we are going to go over on sundays and he's going to be sitting at the dining table in his usual seat and we're going to mess around with his camera. then we'll go to the back and i'll bug him to mix my music for school.  then we'll get the BandJ he buys especially on sundays and gorge ourselves while everyone else decides to be healthy and eat fruit. as we are leaving, he'll stand on the porch with aunty pattie and anne marie and wave at us as we get into the car and tell us that he'll see us next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to wake up from this nightmare but i can't. why is life so unfair? out of everyone on earth why him? he was too young and you stole him from us.  you took anne marie's father away from her. you took my god father away. why? i don't understand it. why do you keep taking the people i'm closest to. i just can't get rid of this ache that i have in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-110724821974853352?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110724821974853352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110724821974853352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110724821974853352' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-110685262294122049</id><published>2005-01-28T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T03:03:42.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;OMG!!!! I'M SOO HAPPY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;guess what? i'm getting hired as a choreographer by IJ... how cool is that? god... i thought all the dancing was over then BOOM!!! haha... i'm still in shock! i can't stop smiling! i'm like a bloody jack-o-lantern and i don't even care. i feel like standing on top of a hill and singing "&lt;em&gt;the hills are alllliiiiivvvve, with the sound of music!!!&lt;/em&gt;" woo-hoo!!! i'm in dreamland! waaaah! haha... can't help the smiling! nothing could upset me. yay! &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-110685262294122049?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110685262294122049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110685262294122049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110685262294122049' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-110674440061697777</id><published>2005-01-26T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T21:00:00.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY GUUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who love music, i'm involved in a project that is going to be really wonderful. it is a concert called The Celebration of Life and will feature local and international celebrities such as Jeremy Monteiro, Clement Chow, Babes Conde, Jive Talking feat. Douglas O, Jacintha and many more. Find out more at this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ticketcharge.com.sg/html/detpg.asp?eid=171&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be a concert to remember and is a tribute to someone i hold very dear to my heart. the late great Edmond Branson Jr. so come and experience a night of terrific music made by musicians who were all touched in some way or another by this wonderful man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-110674440061697777?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110674440061697777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110674440061697777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110674440061697777' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-110650756503787973</id><published>2005-01-24T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T18:21:19.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;went out with ara today and watched&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shall We Dance.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its such a sweet show. feel good ya noe? hmm... didn't know j.lo was so serious. i mean... double pirouette... waahhhh!! *drool* ok... i noe these things aren't a big deal for &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;people.. aka corinnee, tani etc. grrr... actually.. been thinking about it and i'm sooo out of touch with dance. i mean, when i left IJ, i left dancing and performing behind. wonder if i can still do a spilt... hmmm... ok.. lets try...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SHE-AT!!! my hamstrings! my hamstrings! oww..oww.. *whimper*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;**note to self: don't try to spilt before warming up first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;jeez... ok... that was a bad idea... dammit. anyway... when i have money maybe i'll go take up hip-hop again... or latin... always wanted to do latin. take uncle pats intermediate class... yep... thats what i shall do.... if i happen to have about a hundred bucks just lying about. haa! yea right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then went to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. aiyah... sooo boring. then these 3 idiot couples decided to sit upstairs when downstairs was perfectly empty. yep... had my butt work-out today running up and down the stairs. sighz... so sian. den squid, kim and i played tai-tee... and we were doing pretty ok... i mean... all the same caliber.... then this guy called sky came and joined us... OMG! he is like the tai-tee &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;king&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. when he won... i still had like 11 cards left... from... 13 cards... jeez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ya... that was my day... and that is considered interesting by my standards. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;what makes a person cultured?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;can you just look at someone and label them cultured? why do you see cultured people as people who are bilingual. what the hell? so that would make me uncultured, wouldn't it? are you suggesting that people who only speak one language are uncouth? then, i suppose it would be safe to say that you think that culture only extends as far as a persons ability to express himself in different languages. so what? have you made a checklist that a person has to fulfill before he can be called cultured. god, get off your high horse and stop acting so aloof because these are the things that are going to make you hated by the people around you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i just don't get it. you say things like you are above and beyond all the rest. you want one word for that? above and beyond=paramount. can i say that in any other language? no! oo... i'm uncultured...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SUE ME! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;cultured has so many different connotations but i think that most basic characteristic that a "cultured" person should have is social graces which &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;clearly &lt;/em&gt;lack. so don't be so quick to throw stones when you live in a glass house. understand that? do you need a translation? malay? chinese? spanish? how about italian? sorry, i can't translate for you. maybe you should find a "cultured" person to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;don't mean to be a bitch but that was a bitchy thing to say. anyway, if you don't like my way of thinking, too bloody bad. deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-110650756503787973?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110650756503787973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110650756503787973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110650756503787973' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-110631689703834229</id><published>2005-01-21T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T02:25:06.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>righto... *cracks knuckles* this is gonna be a long entry cos i have LOADS to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly... pearl, i have decided is... okay. i mean, it's just gonna make me unhappy if i keep on thinking "pearl sucks, pearl sucks" then have to work with her a whole day. yep, anyway, when you just concentrate on the nice things, you don't get so stressed out about the not so nice things. so yar... :) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i sang with aunty cat yesterday... ahhhhh!!!! haha... i sang... 3 songs. i hope i didn't ruin her reputation! yikes... the first song was sooooo crap... i heard myself going off-key and my heart was thumping so damn hard! then the other 2 were better... she-at!! how am i gonna pull off the esplanade thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, I GOT A STAGE MANAGING JOB!!!!! haha... actually, assistant SM but still!! for this concert called &lt;strong&gt;CELEBRATION OF LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;. its actually a tribute to my godfather. gawd... its gonna be beautiful. the musicians are gonna do this 3 person drum solo that he always wanted to do. and the response from all the musicians is so encouraging... i mean so many of them want to perform but we have no space for them. anyway, all the procedes are gonna go to setting up a Marfan's Disease Research Centre and the rest is to pay for anne marie's surgery when she's 17. ok... moving on... i'm getting sad thinking about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie dokie, went to the ngee ann open house and i am now more sure than anything that i wanna do mass comm. this is it. this is what i want to do for the rest of my life. i'm sure of it. the studios are so cool and the cameras!! oh the cameras! coolness... i just wanted to get my hands on 'em!! oooo.... can't wait to go to poly! if i don't get in i'm gonna cry my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o-boy... american idol is on now... gtg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taa-taa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-110631689703834229?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110631689703834229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110631689703834229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110631689703834229' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-110594854322360868</id><published>2005-01-17T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T15:55:43.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok... what is it with couples? seriously... it's so bloody annoying... i mean... there's nothing wrong with couples per-say but if you talk about your boyfriend 24/7 to pple hu don't wanna hear abt it, it's just annoying. and they fight over the stupidest things... "why didn't you do this and that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't see why you have to be soo fussy. so he did something that you didn't like... get over it. it wasn't even an intended personal attack. sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i told ara, jo and soph... if i ever reach that point of pathetic-ness, slap me... gawd... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-110594854322360868?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110594854322360868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110594854322360868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110594854322360868' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-110572627744794637</id><published>2005-01-15T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T02:24:24.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to work for a while today to settle some stuff... thank god for denise la... really... i mean.. if you want to go somewhere at least tell me in advance... don't just spring it out on me 2 days before. gawd... that's really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... sorta sang with joel the other day... jeez, there wasn't even anyone at the restaurant and already i was nervous! anyway... didn't even sing as whole song... had to sit down cos my knees were all jelly!! haha... then heard brandon sing... he's not bad man... didn't think he was that type of person... didn't know he could sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learn something new everyday! haha... so retarded! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so had dinner with stace, jog and ara today. oh man... it was so much fun and all we did was sit around and talk. i miss my friends soo much. tomorrow they might join soph and i at crustacean... of course that was after i explained the chocolate cake... sigh... that seriously is a little taste of HEAVEN!!! oh man... its gooood!! haha!! the spongey-ness on the outside... then the liquid chocolate on the inside... man...its yummy!!!see... there i go again... talking about food... no wonder i'm putting on weight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope that the gang comes down... it'll be soo much fun! what with ngak singing and all... sigh... nothing beats live music! its so nice and... i dunno... live... the sound is just really good!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay... sleepover tmr!!! i miss my darlin. haha... yep sweetie.. you're a looooser!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-110572627744794637?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110572627744794637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110572627744794637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110572627744794637' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-110550739596206187</id><published>2005-01-12T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T13:23:15.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm bored!!!! i miss school... jeez... never thought i'd say that. i miss getting up in the morning and actually having something to do... now i wake up and all i wanna do is go back to sleep cos there isn't a point in getting up... nothing to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... things i'm going to miss about school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2/6 gang&lt;br /&gt;-4/7 gang&lt;br /&gt;-the dancers&lt;br /&gt;-dance studio&lt;br /&gt;-dancing&lt;br /&gt;-performing&lt;br /&gt;-history&lt;br /&gt;-our canteen table&lt;br /&gt;-the uniform&lt;br /&gt;-the masses held on special occasions&lt;br /&gt;-a select few teachers&lt;br /&gt;-the ij family in general&lt;br /&gt;-chin chow... the drink that is...&lt;br /&gt;-walking to the bus stop with friends&lt;br /&gt;-going to eat chicken rice before dance&lt;br /&gt;-tuition&lt;br /&gt;-e. math&lt;br /&gt;-a. math&lt;br /&gt;-english&lt;br /&gt;-dirty school shoes&lt;br /&gt;-disrupting class with giggles... haha&lt;br /&gt;-bitching about the prefects&lt;br /&gt;-being punished for coming to school late&lt;br /&gt;-hiding handphones&lt;br /&gt;-spot checks&lt;br /&gt;-dodging *ahem* certain teachers&lt;br /&gt;-skipping classes&lt;br /&gt;-seeing my friends EVERYDAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobsob.... i never thought i'd miss ij so much. whenever we were in school, we couldn't wait for the holidays and now, being on permanent holiday, i just want the routine back again. i'm sooo bored!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-110550739596206187?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110550739596206187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110550739596206187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110550739596206187' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-110544783164047166</id><published>2005-01-11T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T20:50:31.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I AM SOOOO ANNOYED!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean... i'm seriously pissed off!!! why does pearl(this girl at work) think that i am like her best friend?!?! today, she linked arms with me and was resting her head on my shoulder... what was with that??? i was thinking... "get your bloody head of me, you twit!!!" i've only known her for about 3 weeks and ya... some pple just bond but this ISN'T one of those cases!!!! WTF!!!! i don't care if your boyfriend gave you a flower... I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!!! can't you just act normally and don't be such a weirdo... and for god's sake... SMILE!!!! why are you so sulky??? okay... maybe its just your face... i shall not blame you for &lt;strong&gt;BAD GENETICS&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!! seriously... stay out of my business and &lt;strong&gt;stop telling me what to do&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i feel but i think that its sooo mean to be nasty to her... grrr... i think i'm going insane. i'm just being a big fat hypocrite!!! i.e. i think she's annoying but i'm nice to her anyway... it takes all the restraint i've got to not thunk myself on the head whenever i smile instead of tell her off. and, might i add, that if i did actually thunk myself on the head whenever i smiled... i would be unconscious half the bloody time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... i'm really mean but i feel sooo much better now... thank gawd she doesn't know i have a blog!!    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-110544783164047166?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110544783164047166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110544783164047166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110544783164047166' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-110544770239385871</id><published>2005-01-11T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T20:48:22.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well everyone... tis the new year and its time for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;change no 1&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;no more compulsary education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;change no 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now working... at cruatacean in holland village. i recently got my first pay-check... sigh... i'm so proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;change no 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a bad change... i've put on a cow!!! dancing was like my only real exercise and now that its over, i have inflated to the size of a water buffalo . sobsob... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;change no 4:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a new phone!!! yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... thats enuf change... everything else is pretty much the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-110544770239385871?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110544770239385871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110544770239385871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110544770239385871' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-110398406867962056</id><published>2004-12-25T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T22:14:28.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-110398406867962056?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110398406867962056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110398406867962056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110398406867962056' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-110329507356006472</id><published>2004-12-17T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T22:51:13.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow... christmas is just around the corner and i'm soooo excited!!! we put up the christmas tree a while ago and it is just sooooooooo pretty!!ok... i'm using alot of sooooo's. anyhoo, christmas is one of my favourite-est times of the year. everyone is so happy and full of good cheer! but i've been thinking that not everybody feels the same way... like this song i love... here's a little of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's the little boy that santa claus forgot,&lt;br /&gt;and goodness knows he didn't want alot.&lt;br /&gt;he wrote to santa for some soldiers and a drum.&lt;br /&gt;it broke his little heart when he found santa hadn't come.&lt;br /&gt;in the street he envies all the lucky boys,&lt;br /&gt;then wanders home to last years' broken toys.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry for that laddy,&lt;br /&gt;he hasn't got a daddy,&lt;br /&gt;the little boy that santa claus forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just gives you something to think about. i'm so glad that i was so lucky to have such a great family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you everyone for picking me up when i fell and helping me to find my way when i was lost. thanks for not giving up on me even when i gave up for myself. you give my life meaning and make the world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love all of you!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok... i'm kinda generalising but i can't possibly list everyone cos every person i have met has changed and affected my life. i just hope that you know in your heart of hearts that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have made a difference in at least one persons' life... mine)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-110329507356006472?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110329507356006472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110329507356006472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110329507356006472' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-110251842611791166</id><published>2004-12-08T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:51:20.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Please Listen&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ask you to listen too me&lt;br /&gt;and you start giving me advice&lt;br /&gt;you have not what i asked.&lt;br /&gt;When i ask you to listen to me &lt;br /&gt;and you begin to tell me why &lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't feel that way, &lt;br /&gt;you are trampling on my feelings. &lt;br /&gt;When i ask you to listen to me&lt;br /&gt;and you feel you have to do something &lt;br /&gt;to solve my problem, &lt;br /&gt;you have failed me, &lt;br /&gt;strange as that may seem.&lt;br /&gt;Listen! All i ask is that you listen. &lt;br /&gt;Don't talk or do -just hear me.&lt;br /&gt;Advice is cheap; 20 cent will get&lt;br /&gt;you both Dear Abby and Billy Graham&lt;br /&gt;in the same newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;And i can do for myself; &lt;em&gt;I am not helpless&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe discouraged and faltering,&lt;br /&gt;but not helpless. &lt;br /&gt;When you do something for me that i can&lt;br /&gt;and need to do for myself,&lt;br /&gt;you contribute to my fear&lt;br /&gt;and inadequacy.&lt;br /&gt;But when you accept as a simple fact &lt;br /&gt;that i feel what i feel, &lt;br /&gt;no matter how irrational,&lt;br /&gt;then i can stop trying to convince&lt;br /&gt;you and get avout this business &lt;br /&gt;of understanding whats behind &lt;br /&gt;this irrational feeling.&lt;br /&gt;And when thats clear, the answers are&lt;br /&gt;obvious and i don't need advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irrational feelings make sense when &lt;br /&gt;we understand whats behind them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps thats why prayer works, sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;for some people -because God is mute,&lt;br /&gt;and he doesn't try to give advice or try&lt;br /&gt;to fix things.&lt;br /&gt;God just listens and lets you work &lt;br /&gt;it out for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;So please listen, and just hear me. &lt;br /&gt;And if you want to talk, wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;for your turn -and &lt;em&gt;i will listen to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-110251842611791166?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110251842611791166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110251842611791166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110251842611791166' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-110213647265407513</id><published>2004-12-04T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T13:01:12.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooooo!!! I LOVE THIS NEW SKIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of the BRILLIANT Corinne Chow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO TAUFIK! (if sylvester won i swear i would have killed myself!) haha... my mum made me vote 10 times! she really wanted Taufik to win. sigh... he sang Me and Mrs Jones sooooo well! *swoon* i think the best songs ever he sang was My Girl, Superstition and &lt;em&gt;of course&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ME AND MRS JONES&lt;/strong&gt;!!! ah well... thank gawd for all the clever pple who voted for Taufik. All those who voted for Sylvester... &lt;em&gt;i say good day&lt;/em&gt;. fez rocks! i love that 70's show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling very happy today! can't you just feel the christmas spirit???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-110213647265407513?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110213647265407513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110213647265407513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110213647265407513' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-110110734716863945</id><published>2004-11-22T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T15:09:07.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so... its been about 2 months since my last entry and o's are FINALLY over!!!!!! yay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooooo happy!!! ahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i just checked the cut off point for mass comm... its 12... that ok... do-able... so now all i have to do is cross my fingers and hope for the best. i really need this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i've been thinking... and i can't imagine a school life outside IJ. i mean... i'm actually really scared to think that i'll be going out all by myself into the poly world with no friends or anything. it'll be like P1 all over again only worse cos the friends that i make now will be the people i'm gonna be working with the rest of my life, so to speak. janine told me the other day that people who she never even bothered to speak to in school are the people who she has to be all chummy with now. damn... its so weird that the choices that i make now will determine the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i really wanna do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things to consider and even tho its my future, my choices on what will decide its path will affect other peoples lives too. i'm just wondering if i wanna do that to them. i dunno if this is what i really want. i want it... but i kinda don't... sigh... things are so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;confused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-110110734716863945?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110110734716863945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/110110734716863945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110110734716863945' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-109565144312645617</id><published>2004-09-20T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T11:37:23.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok... i'm sooooo sick of blogger!!! i mean... my tag board is always screwing up!!! its soooooo annoying!!! grrrr *grunt* grrrr... i'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... well... the e maths paper today was pretty ok... so we still have chem, history, one more e. maths and one more a.maths... and, oh ya... phys chem MCQ... 4/6 and 4/7 have it bad this week... i mean.. every single day we have a paper. sigh... that sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't stop thinking that the next few months of my life will determine the REST of my life. what happens if i mess it up??? ahhh!!! doomed to be a toilet cleaner!!! ok... no offense to toilet cleaners... its a very noble profession... public sevice and all... just not for me :P anyway... if i don't get into mass comm... i'm pretty screwed cos i don't have a backup... i should think of one but i can't see me doing anything else... hmmm... i don't see me as a 9-5 kinda gal... oh well, ya neva know, 10 yrs down the road i might be some office-type person wearing power suits and stuff... &lt;strong&gt;SCRAP THAT&lt;/strong&gt;... soooo not me.so what have i concluded??? i HAVE to get into mass-comm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... i have a dental appointment today... &lt;em&gt;oh the horror!!!&lt;/em&gt;i have a hole in my tooth... my very first tooth hole!!! uhh... not proud of it.. really. i just hope that they aren't gonna drill and stuff... yikes!!! its in a weird place.. the hole i mean... normally its in your molars and stuff but this one is at the base of one of my teeth... ya know how i found it? c'mon... just guess... i mean this is ME you are talking about. did you guess that i accidentally stuck a toothpick in it??? oh yea... hurt like hell... saw stars like in the cartoons and everything. sigh... only me.. ok.. laugh... stop holding it in... i know you want to. sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... well... i'm gonna study some before heading off to the dentist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya later alligator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a while crocodile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-109565144312645617?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/109565144312645617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/109565144312645617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109565144312645617' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-109480985414984479</id><published>2004-09-10T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T17:50:54.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha... i taught my 3 yr old cousin how to spell her name today. haha.. shes so cute... and round... hahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw shucks... i was gonna write a long entry but now she wants me to play bubbles with her... report back later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-109480985414984479?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/109480985414984479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/109480985414984479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109480985414984479' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-109421044981052846</id><published>2004-09-03T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T19:20:49.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok... so prelims are on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two words: Damn it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. dammit for English and SS. not so much for physics. i not gonna say it was great cos i don't want to jinx it but it went pretty well... with a few exceptions. so ya la... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what i'm gonna do tonight? study? no... i'll study tomorrow... tonight, i'm gonna help my aunt decorate a cake!!! its sooo much fun!!! we're gonna do the icing and then decorate it with flowers. ya see, my aunt takes orders for cakes and she's doing this 3 layer wedding cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... gotta have dinner :)&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/6594612-109421044981052846?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/109421044981052846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/109421044981052846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109421044981052846' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-109395112531535420</id><published>2004-08-31T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T19:15:12.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok... this band called McFly rocks!!!... they are soooo cute!!! haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... kim, broc and jo are staying over today so i'll probably not going to get much studying done tonight... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;you know what? i'm never doing an all-nighter ever again!!!! i mean i was practically out cold during mass on sunday!!! and i got a minor panic attack on sunday too cos i was freaked about social studies and that i didn't finish the syllabus. thank god switzerlandcame out!!! anyway... my english was quite crap... i didn't understand what the hell i was writing for my compo so good luck to the person marking it.... sigh... i've abandoned hopes of doing well for prelims... right now i'm aiming for under 20 points... dammit. again... thank god that my prelim results don't really matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... lemme tell you abt a certain principal... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said "so where do you want to go after secondary school?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said  "i wanna do mass-comm at ngee ann"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no... but which jc do you want to go if you get the points?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god... that was so insulting... she thought i wanted to go to poly cos i wasn't good enuf to get into jc. pple like that really get to me... hello??? its not like&lt;br /&gt;if you don't go to JC you're doomed you know? i mean... i've never even considered jc... its not me... so whatcha gonna do about it, huh? take you're narrow minded bull and shove it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my plan, therefore, is to do well enuf to get into jc then say... "no... i don't want to. it doesn't interest me." then go to poly. muahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bite me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-109395112531535420?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/109395112531535420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/109395112531535420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109395112531535420' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-109327669238036291</id><published>2004-08-23T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T23:58:12.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HALLO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was quite useless... actually, it started off really comically... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time is 6.50am, monday, 23rd august 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: (shakes me) wake up!!! how come you didn't wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? why are you waking me up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: you have school!!!! get up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: no i don't... its sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: its monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: no its not.. its sunday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this proceeds for a while before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: OH CRAP!!!! ITS MONDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was up and out of the house in 10 minutes and i ran all the way downstairs to catch a cab... the cab driver... obviously realising i was late for school speeds at 110 km/h the entire journey. at the end of it all... I WAS STILL BOOKED!!!! grrrr!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so at the fence, i decided to get some physics studying done but then i realised that my bloody bag was infested with red ants cos the rule is that you have to put your bag on the ground. so at  8.05, i dragged my disgruntled self up to class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, great way to start the day right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-109327669238036291?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/109327669238036291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/109327669238036291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109327669238036291' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-109309492382757048</id><published>2004-08-21T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T21:28:43.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow... i haven't blogged in AGES!!! anyway... alot has happened since my last entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly... i'm officially taking syllabus B... you know... the funny thing is that all this time i've wanted to take it but i couldn't... and now that i can... i feel quite crappy... sigh... the irony of it all. i guess the saying is true... "the grass is always greener on the other side". anyway... at least now i know the i'm sure to make it. plus i wasn't even thinking of counting it in my L1R5. haha... at least i know i was that 1.5%... i feel special... yea right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly... its funny how history repeats itself. i mean... you always think that some things will happen only to other pple but all of a sudden, you're getting a bitter taste of your own medicine. what goes around comes around. sometimes its well deserved and sometimes its not. in this particular case, i guess everyone had a choice to make and the ultimatum clearly defined where we all stand now. well, having been in the situation myself... although i think mine was a more extreme case, i think we should just agree to disagree, stop all this pointless bitching and get over it, cos we have more important things to focus on at this point of time. seriously, if you think about it, its bloody stupid. i insult you, you insult me. say it with me: LAME. i don't really know everything about it but i do know that its a waste of time... thats life experience for you. take it from me, drop it. we either never reconcile again or forget whatever happened cos things are only going to get ugly. not being cynical, just speaking from experience. its not about maturity or any of that, ok? cos if both parties are fighting like this, i'd think its safe to say that the maturity level is equal. so there's my 2 cents worth. if you don't agree, to hell with it. just thought i should say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huggies and kissies @~~}~~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-109309492382757048?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/109309492382757048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/109309492382757048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109309492382757048' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-108981781743419620</id><published>2004-07-14T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T23:10:17.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hallo everyone.  yes, time to buy 4-D, i am blogging... finally.  i'd just like to take this opportunity to tell everyone that they HAVE to read DaVinci Code by Dan Brown.  he rocks.  and silas is an ugly freak.  i'm not mean.  i'm honest.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that you can read 'the five people you meet in heaven' by Mitch Albom.  he rocks too.  so whats been happening since the last time i blogged?  i'm pretty sure i'm going to fail my malay o levels.  it was kinda expected but at least i tried.  syllabus b was created for people like me.  and hence i'm going to take up this opportunity by seizing the chance to drop malay.  so anyway, during the orals, i read the passage (rather badly, i might add) and then they told me in malay to breathe and asked me whether i was nervous.  of course i had no clue what they were saying and thought it was the conversation topic.  luckily after they finished saying it in malay they repeated it in english so i was saved.  and then they started talking to me really slowly like i was stupid.  but i felt pretty stupid at the time so it was fiiine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance and drama night was pretty okaye.  some people liked it some people didn't.  but whatever.  glad its all over.  i'm really proud of all the dancers who worked very hard in preperation for DnD night.  your perserverance paid off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaye. i think i've fulfilled my quota for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye-dee-byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-108981781743419620?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108981781743419620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108981781743419620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108981781743419620' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-108806943436566219</id><published>2004-06-24T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T17:30:34.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for sam: lalalalalalalalalalala :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-108806943436566219?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108806943436566219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108806943436566219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108806943436566219' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-108548021470552017</id><published>2004-05-25T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T18:16:54.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the netball thingy was quite a bit of fun today... we got &lt;em&gt;4th overall&lt;/em&gt; so thats good!!! &lt;strong&gt;GO 4/7&lt;/strong&gt;!!! luv ya guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... i'm &lt;em&gt;soooooo&lt;/em&gt; tired... my feet have been aching non-stop for 2 weeks. i went for reflexology but even that didn't work!!! &lt;em&gt;soooo&lt;/em&gt; tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the netball thing we had to go back to school for a meeting... and i was sooo extra cos i was the only dance girl there... well... whatever la. once and LD girl, always and LD girl. so it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very tired... gonna relax and watch TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lumm-dee-dumm&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-108548021470552017?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108548021470552017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108548021470552017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108548021470552017' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-108498042614836891</id><published>2004-05-19T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T23:27:06.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE CORINNEEE!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see this wonderful layout? &lt;strong&gt;ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE ONE AND ONLY CORINNE CHOW&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!! *tear* &lt;strong&gt;it's so beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;! haha!!! &lt;strong&gt;i love it&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;em&gt;corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks  corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks corinne rocks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i gotten my message across?? thanks soooooo much corinne!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-108498042614836891?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108498042614836891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108498042614836891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108498042614836891' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-108472146902091421</id><published>2004-05-16T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T23:31:09.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yeah! try the guessing game!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-108472146902091421?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108472146902091421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108472146902091421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108472146902091421' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-108472127926658054</id><published>2004-05-16T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T22:51:14.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img67.photobucket.com/albums/v205/klea8/kris2.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok... see that picture at the top??? I TOOK THAT!!! haha... i'm so proud of me!!! well.. its the view of the sky(duh!) from my window at home.. cool right??? ok... it looks kinda odd when i put it on the blog but I DON'T CARE!!!! haha!!! woo-hoo!!! &lt;br /&gt;hey... the exams are over... i'm allowed to be crazy!!! anyway, "my mommy thinks i'm special!!!"&lt;br /&gt;yep, special and unique... just like every body else :P&lt;br /&gt;so there's a dance and drama night meeting tomorrow... and the singing practise. i'm really sorry that i can't go for the singing practise cos i know i'm always nagging at ya'll to go but anyway, do our class proud yea? don't let me down!! :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-108472127926658054?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108472127926658054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108472127926658054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108472127926658054' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-108454205947407147</id><published>2004-05-14T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T21:40:59.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok... so the exams are over! FINALLY!!!! WOO-HOO!!!! free as a bird... lalala!!! the hills are alive and stuff like that!! i think i screwed up my a.maths paper tho... &lt;br /&gt;and my science papers... sigh... thats bad :( &lt;br /&gt;my *ahem* darlin sister turned 18 today. so she's out clubbin and i'm stuck with the parentals... :( grrr... &lt;br /&gt;anyway... this is our &lt;em&gt;most likely&lt;/em&gt; list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;** and the award goes to... **drumrolls**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Likely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; to be married with 3 kids              : helena wong&lt;br /&gt; to be a tai-tai                        : nicole teo&lt;br /&gt; to be a "rich wife"                    : marianne chew&lt;br /&gt; to attempt suicide by holding her nose : ahem... shall not mention on world wide web&lt;br /&gt; to be a bollywood star                 : sharon charles&lt;br /&gt; to be die of food poisoning            : chan li cheng&lt;br /&gt; to be a principle ballet dancer        : natasha quek&lt;br /&gt; to be a vertically-challenged spinster : kathleen dragon&lt;br /&gt; to teach art history                   : kim visudharomn&lt;br /&gt; to be a chinese rapstar                : cecilia ong aka 60 cents&lt;br /&gt; to be arrested for mugging by winking  : gabrielle tan&lt;br /&gt; to succeed in life                     : judith jacob&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** i'd like to thank the academy and all my supporters**tear**thank you! you all are so wonderful**&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-108454205947407147?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108454205947407147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108454205947407147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108454205947407147' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-108324713700693873</id><published>2004-04-29T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T22:03:14.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence&lt;br /&gt;My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then&lt;br /&gt;Spin me around 'til I fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;Then up the stairs he would carry me&lt;br /&gt;And I knew for sure I was loved&lt;br /&gt;If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him&lt;br /&gt;I'd play a song that would never, ever end&lt;br /&gt;How I'd love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;To dance with my father again&lt;br /&gt;When I and my mother would disagree&lt;br /&gt;To get my way, I would run from her to him&lt;br /&gt;He'd make me laugh just to comfort me&lt;br /&gt;Then finally make me do just what my mama said&lt;br /&gt;Later that night when I was asleep&lt;br /&gt;He left a dollar under my sheet&lt;br /&gt;Never dreamed that he would be gone from me&lt;br /&gt;If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him&lt;br /&gt;I'd play a song that would never, ever end&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;To dance with my father again&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'd listen outside her door&lt;br /&gt;And I'd hear how my mother cried for him&lt;br /&gt;I pray for her even more than me&lt;br /&gt;I pray for her even more than me&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm praying for much too much&lt;br /&gt;But could you send back the only man she loved&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't do it usually&lt;br /&gt;But dear Lord she's dying&lt;br /&gt;To dance with my father again&lt;br /&gt;Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-108324713700693873?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108324713700693873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108324713700693873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108324713700693873' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-108300082868941891</id><published>2004-04-27T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T01:38:01.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>screw malay... just when you think you can abandon it, it decides to cling to you like a leech... damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-108300082868941891?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108300082868941891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108300082868941891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108300082868941891' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-108260940151140462</id><published>2004-04-22T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T12:54:08.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok!!!! I AM SOOOOO TAKING SYLLABUS B!!!! my malay oral sucked!!!! i'll get like 1 mark for eye contact and smiling cos i sure as hell didn't do anything else. i just sat there like an idiot!!! A &lt;em&gt;SMILING&lt;/em&gt; IDIOT!!! i didn't even understand the conversation topic so i had to ask her to translate for me!!! soooo embarassing!!! then she started laughing at me cos i forgot how to say "zoo"!!! &lt;em&gt;ZOO&lt;/em&gt; you noe??? how easy is that??? you learn that in primary one!!!!!so she was laughing and i started laughing... then you know what??? we were laughing so much that the people waiting outside started laughing too!!!!! i mean, i was like comic relief!!!!! ahhhh!!! so yep!!! i'm SOOOO taking syllabus B... sucky!!! grrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... founders day mass is gonna ROCK!!! its gonna be in church and everything. we're combining with the primary school and we went over to teach them the other day and they were the cutest things!!! i mean... they all sing really loudly and they are sooo enthusiastic. i think that the secondary school will really get into the mood when they hear them!!! awwww!!! they are soo cute! but in the middle of the hymn singing... you had one person crying or going "teacher! she call me stupid" haha!!! the good ol' days! heehee! yep... its gonna be great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-108260940151140462?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108260940151140462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108260940151140462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108260940151140462' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-108236868674256785</id><published>2004-04-19T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T18:04:05.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so... i dunno how to explain it... mostly i feel stupid and pathetic... who was i kidding? i mean... what are the chances of me passing malay??? zero to none. probability? P(passing malay)=0... at &lt;em&gt;least&lt;/em&gt; i know what i'm doing for &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; subject. honestly... i feel so disheartened... i've been learning this language for how long??? 10 yrs? and i still can't carry on even the most simple conversation!!! ARGH!!!!! so why didn't i figure this out earlier???? false hope? i dunno... but now the truth and reality of the matter has come crashing down onto me and i can hardly breathe. it just sucks. &lt;em&gt;really, really&lt;/em&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ESPECIALLY&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;sam and rox&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;ok... moving on... you know what i found out? my mum was watching &lt;strong&gt;Channel News Asia&lt;/strong&gt; and there was this show about hair and stuff. kinda weird... anyway... you know when they film pple walking down the street? guess who they filmed??? SAM AND ROX!!! haha... yep!! you two were on national telly!!! i didn't see it but she said that sam was playing with her handphone and rox was talking to her.... and it wasn't like you guys were in the background or anything... my mum said that they followed you guys walking down orchard road, as in you were that focus of the shot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... today has been a really crappy day... :( *frown*  sigh... well... nothing much else to say... sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-108236868674256785?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108236868674256785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108236868674256785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108236868674256785' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-108228987448164064</id><published>2004-04-18T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T20:08:36.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did you ever wonder? why people gather when others die? why people feel they &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is because the human spirit knows, deep down, that all lives intersect. that death doesn't just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance of being taken and being missed, lives are changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people should have died instead of others? but in that persons lifetime, others died instead of him, too. it happens everyday. when lightning strikes a minute after you are gone, or an airplane crashes that you might have been on. when your friend falls ill and you do not. we think such things are random. but there is a balance to it. one withers, another grows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-108228987448164064?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108228987448164064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108228987448164064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108228987448164064' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-108117008488535276</id><published>2004-04-05T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T21:06:58.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wellwell... haven't blogged in some time... sigh... i dunno whether dance is tomorrow or wednesday... wednesday i think... hmmm... *big sigh*... today has been one of those days... had a social studies workshop... :( i mean... the woman was so fixed on her own answer that she didn't even listen to ours... i mean... she kept insisting that it was the education policy that caused the conflict between the catholics and protestants and we kept asking her whether we could put the battle of boyne as the root of it all... BUT!!!! did she listen??? NOOOOO.... did she even answer us... NOOOOO... grrrr... haha... whatever la... &lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cut my hair on friday... abt 6 inches... it was at my waist but now its a little below my shoulders... and my dad didn't even notice!!!!! MEN!!! haha... but roxy poxy noticed!!! yea!!! score! heehee!!! so... i've decided that i'm gonna try back-stage work this year for dance and drama night... sounds like fun... plus it'll look cool on my cca record... i mean... i've performed AND worked back-stage!!! haha... COOLness... gawd... how lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss singapore was a disaster!!!!!!!!!! i mean... all the judges said that the competition was tough... i mean... duh!!! of course it was tough!!! they all look the same!!! "and the winner is... clone number22" honestly... and they all had these fake smiles.... like they were modelling for some colgate ad... I HAVE A THEORY!!! all the good-looking pple in singapore have made it in life and don't have to resort to stupid beauty pagents. ok... i'll give them credit for even trying out but man!!! they must have a hellava lot of self-confidence to compete with the beauties from the other countries!!! face it... the only chance singapore has of getting in to the finals is by miraculous intervention. the truth hurts . face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4/7ers:&lt;/strong&gt; i really hope history doesn't repeat itself. all the 4/7ers should know what i'm talking about. really, its not compulsary. quite simple actually... i'm not gonna take attendance or anything but if you feel that you are part of this class then i'll see you at 4/7 classroom at 1pm on saturday. hmmm... i have nothing else to say regarding matters like these. lets just say that it takes two hands to clap and if one is not willing, then a sound will never be produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tha-tha-that's all folks" -porky pig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-108117008488535276?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108117008488535276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108117008488535276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108117008488535276' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-108048237609710551</id><published>2004-03-28T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T22:03:08.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahhh!!!! CHAMPION!!!!! woo-hoo!!! i'm so proud of us!!! go DANCE!!! dance ensemble has come sooo far!!! thanks to everyone who has helped us in various ways! thanks for all the support!!! now dance must defend the title!!! this is great! a step in the right direction! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the best time i ever had during danceworks!! everyone was so sporting and we were always screaming down the corridors!!! haha... oh... and we made up a new song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey, hey danceworks&lt;br /&gt;we wanna knoooooow&lt;br /&gt;who will win tonight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so spastic! then we did a Kallang wave backstage. and the crowd!!! there were sooo mane pple. but it was weird cos i wasn't nervous, it was such a thrill to be onstage and perform in front of all of them. haha... i could get used to it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the whole thing just wasn't complete. not without a very important person who couldn't be there. and it makes me so sad to think that person wasn't there. why is it so unfair? i hate it. i just hate it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-108048237609710551?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108048237609710551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/108048237609710551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108048237609710551' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-107977381352097465</id><published>2004-03-20T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T17:14:53.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a useless entry... heehee... enjoy *huggies and kissies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIES YOUR PARENTS TELL YOU WHEN YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO KNOW ANY BETTER&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;as told by Bart Simpson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm doing this for your own good&lt;br /&gt;2. If you tell me, I promise I won't get mad&lt;br /&gt;3. You'll understand when you're older&lt;br /&gt;4. If you cross your eyes, they'll stay that way&lt;br /&gt;5. You'll be sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. If you eat your carrots, you can see in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the all time favourite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm only gonna say this &lt;em&gt;once&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;USELESS FACTS AND FEARS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raising your eyebrows:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tonga, it means 'yes' or 'i agree'. In Peru, it means 'money' or 'pay me'. And in most western cultures, 'whoa, mama!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nodding your head:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most countries, this means 'yes' but in Bulgaria and Greece it means 'no'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autophobia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear of ones own self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cathisophobia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear of sitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stasibasiphobia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fera os standing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ecophobia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear of ones home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papaphobia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear of the pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Triskadekaphobia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear of the number 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophophobia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear of learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phobophobia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear of fear itself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-107977381352097465?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/107977381352097465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/107977381352097465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107977381352097465' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-107970964613412261</id><published>2004-03-19T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T23:24:06.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh... had dance today... ya noe... its like i have NO SOCIAL LIFE!!! argh!!! and guess what??? i twisted my ankle... after kyna did something wonky with her knee... sizzle is gonna be all injured by the time danceworks comes around!!! &lt;em&gt;IMAGINE&lt;/em&gt; an entire team going on stage in a blaze of glory... and with crutches... hiaz... heehee... why is there always someone sick or something during every competition??? grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya... saw the cheerleaders again today... ok la... i'll give them credit for the fact that they know their steps... but they seriously look damn bored... and damien is a bit of a weirdo... i mean... i think he's gay!!! really... i no bluff you!!! heehee... ok... i shall not speculate :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... a certain someone is helping us with an important task... lets call this person A. its good to know that A still bothers about us but its worrisome at the same time that A seems to care more about us than other people, who are more in the foreground of things. i mean... i know that the other person: B, cares about us too but B doesn't seem to be genuine... at least the way i see it. plus i think that B is unappreciative and can be a downright ***** at times... but the same can be said about us so i guess that makes us on equal footing. i dunno... things were better when A was around... now, like i said, &lt;em&gt;history is repeating itself&lt;/em&gt;. it won't happen all at once... but bit by bit... how to stop it? ok... this is getting confusing... as long as &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt; know what i mean... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh welllllllll... quite late... got a comm meeting tomorrow... at 9... IN THE MORNING!!! I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON!!! grrr... so i have to sleep in order to actually be awake at this meeting.. zzzzzz *snooze*... hiaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss godpa :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-107970964613412261?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/107970964613412261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/107970964613412261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107970964613412261' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-107943901543250799</id><published>2004-03-16T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T20:20:41.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh!!! had dance today and after 2 weeks of not training... i'm pooped!!!! i soooo tired!!! argh!!! absolutely and utterly exhausted!!! ok... i'm exagerating... heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL YOU 4/7 PEOPLE!!!! IF YOU HAVEN"T HANDED IN YOUR EDUSAVE FORMS FOR THE BULK WITHDRAWAL!!! YOU &lt;strong&gt;BETTER&lt;/strong&gt; BRING IT WHEN SCHOOL RE-OPENS!!!!! these form collections are killin' me, man! really... just hand it up... its not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; hard! grrr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... i can't wait for danceworks... actually, i can't decide whether i can't wait for it, or i can't wait for it to be over... i mean... i've been in this competition for 4 years now... yikes! its just... hmm... not boring but... aiyah... so hard to explain!!! i'm just tired of the routine... i mean... every year, the main event is danceworks... and the other girls who aren't involved are left to be normal members... i mean... they don't really have a chance the do anything else. its gotten better but somehow i can see &lt;em&gt;history repeating itself&lt;/em&gt;... it just seems inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok... enough serious talk... what we need to do is find a really upbeat song for danceworks!2004... like when you listen to it, you just want to get up and dance... so all of ya'll who are so kind to be taking time to read this, HELP!!! please tag some suggestions! they would be really appreciated!! thanks sweethearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-107943901543250799?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/107943901543250799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/107943901543250799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107943901543250799' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-107926711375748594</id><published>2004-03-14T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T20:30:41.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie dokie... 2 pieces of good news; one good, one better. number 1: today was my dad's birthday!!! just cut the cake!!! cookies and cream ice-cream cake from swensens... yummy!!! i feel like a pig now... number 2: WE GOT INTO THE FINALS OF DANCEWORKS!!!!! yay!!! haha... i really can't belive its gonna be at the singapore indoor stadium!!! waaahhhh!!! heehee... but i'm really disappointed that we don't have any company, if ya noe what i mean. but don't worry gals. there'll be other opportunities!!! the glass is always half FULL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... i have to go to school tomorrow cos being the IDIOT that i am... i left the edusave forms of my class at home so i have to pass it to miss chow at 9... i'm getting a lift from my dad but the problem is... i'll get to school at like 7 in the morning!!! AHHH!!!! sigh... whatever la... i'm WAY too lazy to go by bus... at least this time i'll be early... VERY early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what has happened in the past few days? we won the Lit Play Competition thing on friday!!! go 4/7!!! my darlin 4/7ers GOOD JOB!!! but tash forgot her lines... but it was cool cos none of us freaked or anything... wahaha!!! heehee! and joyce won BEST ACTRESS!!! congrats honey! love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-107926711375748594?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/107926711375748594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/107926711375748594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107926711375748594' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-107901056274915067</id><published>2004-03-11T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T21:12:32.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear!!! this blogging stuff is so damn complicated!!!! i'm serious!!! its supposed to be easy... that is SOOO not true!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... well... helena got punched today. can you believe it??? ONE DAY before the play. its so mean but i couldn't stop laughing... her lip is so swollen that she looks like she has a beak!!! haha... the amazing talking parrot!!!okok... thats evil... haha... hilarious... can't help myself *chuckle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the play looks good... i mean, we have to piece everything together but i think its gonna be ok. yay!!! go 4/7!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this mini drama of the half human, half parrot... i decided to help stace with the cheerleading... sigh... no comment... i can understand if they can't get the steps straight away... but the girls look downright bored!!! definately not cheerleader-ish... oh well... gotta study for a.maths :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594612-107901056274915067?l=originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/107901056274915067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594612/posts/default/107901056274915067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originalcampbellsoup.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107901056274915067' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594612.post-107882812184548379</id><published>2004-03-09T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T18:31:48.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha!!!! lookie!!! my blog!!! let this day be remembered!!! 9th march 2004. 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