<?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-6521325791596724922</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:32:18.195-07:00</updated><category term='&apos;'/><title type='text'>Peppermint Words- diary of a teenager</title><subtitle type='html'>The tagbox is right below-dont forget to tag!!!!!!!!!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TracyxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549793035242280797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521325791596724922.post-3521742702747542065</id><published>2009-05-27T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:36:17.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25th May</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;                I AM FREE(ABOUT TO BE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ok. I am positively hyperventillating right now. I can't believe this. A whole month of holiday after the crazy crazy exams. I am so thankful i thought i heard myself sing mary poppins(now where did that come from) just now. I know its a horrible rendition, but WATEVA. Exams are SO over. I can type lingo english for all I want now on this blog. This blog has been deprived of too much adolescent talk I think I can make up for it on this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really should start to mellow down. But first things first...I have to pinch myself. Make sure I'm not dreaming. OW. Ok, I'm not. I'm wide awake. I am not dreaming. I can feel the holidays casting its life-giving glare upon my face. I can almost taste its essence sliding down my throat. I can watch my movies. I can watch star treak and angels nd demons and terminator and everything they have at the cinema. I can eat popcorn anytime, anyday, and not fear the MC I have to produce as evidence in the case of a sorethroat. I can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, maybe I was a bit too overwhelmed. I still have homework. I still have to return to school on the 4th and 5th for Math Carnival. I still have my jian bao, my FPS essay, my geog ws, and my history and chem to do. I have still yet to fufil my promise to my Mom that I'll finish reading the chinese poetry book she has been trying to get me to read since last year. More like 2 years ago. Cant rmb. Anyway I am freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I  am trying to stop myself from smiling. I cant believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I still can't believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Heavens, I can finally have a decent weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521325791596724922-3521742702747542065?l=peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3521742702747542065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6521325791596724922&amp;postID=3521742702747542065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/3521742702747542065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/3521742702747542065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/25th-may.html' title='25th May'/><author><name>TracyxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549793035242280797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521325791596724922.post-2256820861384879294</id><published>2009-05-17T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T02:47:47.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17th April</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's been centuries since I posted. Blame it on SAs and PTs! At least SAs are over now, though we still had PTs so, yay! Went swimming this morning. Had to go back to school yesterday for house pratice( where we ran and toiled in the hot sun for sports fest) , and we also had gym on friday. Then comes the BIG part;the real thing-- tomorrows 2.4. Dang. I feel sore all over. My muscles are acing and I just lost my ability to write--I'm lucky computer exixted as a solace for physically incapacitated people, like how I am now. It doesn't really matter any more since I'm going to get a silver anyway! Boohoo... Got A for everything exept inclined pull ups which I did 10 then I stopped coz that day I was still nursing a really sore neck(but thats still a C) and I missed C for standing broad jump by, a few centimetres?!?! Ok, so my life isn't qorking out for me quite as well as I had thought it would be. Anyway A for 2.4 is just a 14:30 which is nit impossible since I already could manage a 14 on my off-form days. Shoot. Sports fest. I am so dead especially coz faith's gotta be there! Arghhh!!! That girl freaks me out. I mean it in a good way, at least, coz she runs so fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;  Phew! At least CCA's been suspended until, I don't know when, so yay! Art club's not very physically demanding but it sucks up the health in your backbone, and your neck, and I mean it. Probably because we have to sit there for almost 4 hours bending over our artwork using a plywood board and you can't move or the board wil fall over. I've been using anelgesic cream(is that how you spell it) on my neck for the past few weeks but it stills hurts. Ow. And now we have this gym thing we have to do, and I'm not sure if I can dtill do a kettle-stand. Nevermind, I'll just try my best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;  I'm not sure if I should watch Star trek or Angels and demons, and I feel guilty watching both. I want to watch Star trek but at the same time I'm a big fan of Dan Brown's Da Vinci set of novels( they are so suspenseful), so I've been racking my brains the past few days trying to decide. Mom says we could watch both but that would mean, two sets of popsorn and coke?!?! That's like, 1000 calories, plus 1 week of sore throat! But I can't resist popcorn in a cinema so maybe I shall stuff something in my mouth for the first movie( no popcorn involved), then binge on the second one. That seems like a good idea... Meanwhile I should start thinking of something for my angels coz I know theor birthdays are coming! Maybe something sweet for karmun and something spunky for yanhan! Hah! That should show yanhan for giving me that evil stare everytime I see her! Spunky...hmmm, I just got an evil idea... Spunky dolls! Yes! Something spunky would be purrrrr-fect!!! Muhahahahahaha......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521325791596724922-2256820861384879294?l=peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2256820861384879294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6521325791596724922&amp;postID=2256820861384879294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/2256820861384879294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/2256820861384879294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/17th-april.html' title='17th April'/><author><name>TracyxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549793035242280797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521325791596724922.post-3703490063784530448</id><published>2009-03-27T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:58:53.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>The time of the posts are wrong. Somebody please teach me how to set the clock of the blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521325791596724922-3703490063784530448?l=peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3703490063784530448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6521325791596724922&amp;postID=3703490063784530448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/3703490063784530448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/3703490063784530448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/03/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>TracyxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549793035242280797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521325791596724922.post-7105679352439372490</id><published>2009-03-27T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:57:12.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28th March</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;                                &lt;strong&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Earth Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Hi hi I shall type out everything in green since its officially Earth Day today, and also Earth hour tonight. In case you are wondering why I am writing this post earlier than usual, let me tell you why: Actually, its pretty obvious, since I usually use the com at about 8 to 10 pm, and Earth hour happens to fall between that time slot. Ok, anyway, my Dad was fully supportive of me turning off all electrical appliances( well, actually not all, coz the fridge will probably still be turned on since turning it off, and switching it on again 1 hour later will rot all the food inside) , and then I was like thinking, " Wow, since when did he have a change of heart and started giving so much support to stuff like this" when I saw him retreating to his room and switching on the air-con. And when I went into the room to tell him to switch it off I saw him holding the air-con remote. I was like, " Dad, its gonna be Earth Hour in a few hours' time so could you use the fan instead?" And he was all, " They didnt say to switch it off completely; anyway I am increasing the temperature!" No wonder they say Singaporeans (well, at least majority are) cannot survive without the air con! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Anyway gonna celebrate my birthday tomrrow coz my Dad won't be free from then on until 4th April( one day after my birthday) so we are gonna have it early. Actually, the best things are not the presents. The best thing is that its gonna be a day of for me. And the birthdays wishes, of course. But, come on, no homework! Its what a homework ridden teenager needs after one term of school! The ultimate elixir of life! The awakening of celebration! Ok, I am getting carried away but, still! A break at last! I know I am quite free for most of the week, but the traveling hours kills my brain cells ( usually an hour an a half, if its slightly more crowded then maybe 2 hour or so). Actually it is the jumpy bus ride. Sometimes my stomach knots up and then there will be this funny taste in my mouth and I feel like throwing up. Maybe a mild motion sickness? At least I only &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; like throwing up, and I don't &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; throw up on the bus. Anyway I always keep a plastic bag handy, just in case. And recently WanQin gave me a hamster (a ruby-eyed pudding, I think, but she says its a campbell). Its one month old, a mild shade of brown, and its has ruby-ish pink-ish eyes! And it only like, 2cm in length?  And when I showed it to my other hamster which is slightly larger than 6 times its size, it nearly bit a clump of hair out of it. Not the big one. What I meant was that the little critter nearly bit a clump of hair out of the big rodent. And when I said nearly it meant  nearly bit a clump of hair, that means a slightly -smaller -than -a -clump of hair was bitten out! Talk about ferocious.Lol. And when my mom stroked it seeing how cute and small and harmless it was, it opened its mouth, very much like a boa constricter would before it attacks, and... sank its teeth into her finger! Of course my mom pulled it away in time, so there was no blood involved,fortunately. This morning I cleaned out its cage, ( i clean it once every 3 days but change the sand every day) and it tried attacking me again but i held it the right way up so it could not reach my fingers. And then i had an idea- strawberry chewing pellets! Maybe its teeth were too long so it had to bite on something to file it, right? So I gave it one and it started chewing on it and then, after it has finished about half of it (amazing appetite) i stroked it and it did not bite me! Yay! When my mom tried it, it merely licked her finger but didnt bite! High-five! The difference before and after: from a little hoodlum (who bit jolene until blood flowed out) to an obedient, strawberry pellet chomping angel. Yay! Moral of the story(true account, actually): Do buy strawberry chewing pellet treats when your little critter has started displaying an uncontrolled penchant for biting stuff. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521325791596724922-7105679352439372490?l=peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7105679352439372490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6521325791596724922&amp;postID=7105679352439372490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/7105679352439372490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/7105679352439372490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/03/28th-march.html' title='28th March'/><author><name>TracyxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549793035242280797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521325791596724922.post-3997025644555738090</id><published>2009-03-18T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:40:07.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18th March</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Busy, busy, so I', just gonna do a quick post in point form:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Gotta go to school tmr for cpr course so will be home very late(tired)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Got math active day thing on Friday...Got to go to school again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Am preparing for the math thing now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Still preparing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Am exhausted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Did so much chores today i thought i was going to faint from fatigue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-I seriously need a bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Which reminds me i havnt even packed my bag yet. And I need another shower to get rid of all that sweat. Wait, why am I even here? Oh gosh, I am so getting out of here now. Tata for now! (Better get back to work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521325791596724922-3997025644555738090?l=peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3997025644555738090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6521325791596724922&amp;postID=3997025644555738090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/3997025644555738090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/3997025644555738090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/03/18th-march.html' title='18th March'/><author><name>TracyxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549793035242280797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521325791596724922.post-3424425701855969847</id><published>2009-03-15T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:51:34.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15th March</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;  Today I woke up at 7. I am darn tired. Look who's freaking awake at 11:40pm. I am in a bad mood. Mood swings. I am so writing in an un-understandable manner. I forgive you if you cannot comprehend what i am writing now. Coz i myself does not understand a single damn thing i am writing now. I am using so much strong language. I should really shut up. Oops. Used strong language again. Darn. Forget it. Looks like my conquest is so dead. Nvm. I am so sms-y today. I mean the sentence structure. Anyway had class party today. Was kinda boring so i went home early. V tired anyway. I'm sure I wont last through the whole 5 hours larghhhs. Jerilyn came my house today. And I went her house. And we put our hamsters together. In the same cage. Those brainless critters fought all right, and they nearly killed each other. Cookie pulled out a clump of fur from my Jared and Jared pulled another clump of fur from cookie. That's what they call it. An eye for an eye. Except its a fur for a fur now. Dumb things. They should have enough brains to know that fighting will kill them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;  Anyway, came home earlier than the rest today. I tired anyway. Oh shoots. Did i just repeat that. Nvm. Too tired to care. Waking up at 8 tmr as of my usual routine. I mean my new usual routine. Last time i used to be dead as a log at 11pm. And i'm sure I'll still be dead as a log if my mom hadnt woke me up. I mean drag me out of bed. Cant sleep early now, and cant sleep for too long either.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Drats. I am so hardworking. Since when. Oops. I think i know. Since eyebags started popping out from under my eyeballs and i totally mistook them for mosquito bites on the first week of sec school, aka the first week of reality. Bittersweet reality. Reality as in homework. Mistake. There is no sweet in homework. Error, error. Too lazy to correct. But whatever. I have so gotto watch that midnight show. Goodnight. I am off to my late night vigil by the tv again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521325791596724922-3424425701855969847?l=peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3424425701855969847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6521325791596724922&amp;postID=3424425701855969847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/3424425701855969847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/3424425701855969847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/03/15th-march.html' title='15th March'/><author><name>TracyxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549793035242280797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521325791596724922.post-3440264327139987804</id><published>2009-03-05T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:39:41.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th March 09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am busy!!!So busy I don't have enough sleep... Slept at 11:30 last night...No, it should be twelve, what with all the washing up and packing of bag and stuff. I am such an energy guzzler- i need at least 9 hours of sleep a day and now I'm getting only six! Worst still, homework is not relenting;it is getting heavier each day. Heavier? I mean my bag and also the workload. If I have CCAs I reach home about 8 or maybe later coz it ends at 6:30 and i take 1 and a half hours to reach home if I am lucky enough not to miss the miss. If not then I take 2 hours, which is, technically, killing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  I want to reply my angel mortal letters and all my emails and stuff, and my friends' birthdays are coming up. This is for Svena- I'm sorry I couldnt get you a present on your birthday, nor can I chill out with you guys anymore during school weeks- I am sooo tired the most sensible thing for me to do is to sleep! I'll get you one on the shps reunion, promise! Tabitha's birthday is coming up too, so is Beatrix's; I need to think of what to buy! And I am gerring darker and darker now, coz we exercise so much, and I make it a point to swim every sunday, and not fake illness or whatsoever just so not to go swimming. I have to keep fit! I have to- its troublesome having to settle paperwork in sec school if you're ill. Even if i'm ill i'll still force myself to come to school; I have a feeling i won't be able to catch up if i'm even a day later than the rest. History? I 've been having nightmares about the teacher. Heard she's from HCI and all the guys are scared of her. So terrifying. I seriously don't get her jokes, though. I mean, she's OK, but not PERFECT. I mean, even less than that. I know that nobody's perfect but at least she can try. And she doesnt seem to be trying hard enough.  But she is better now, or at least i'm used to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  As usual trying to make up for lost time with this long post. I feel so guilty harbouring a dead blog. But hey, at least i've revived it now! I doubt anyone will even read it now that life is so busy there isnt even time to watch 1 hour of tv, not to say READ a BLOG. My parents will sniff at that. Hmpph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  Tmr is bio spa and it is sooooo scary. I totally wrecked the mock spa; thank god there's such a thing mock spa!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  I am soooo tempted to watch tv, to read, even to sleep. I am fast becoming a panda. I never knew the panda eyes would get to me ever, and now its only the first term and I'm already a full fledged panda. Gosh. Change, might not always be a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  I hope the school isnt putting a spyware cam on my blog, though. I have to be cautious. Maybe the teachers are reading our blogs everyday on their macbooks, eating ben and jerry's, propping their legs up the stool while laughing, hysterically, at our 'childish nonsense'. This is so not childish nonsense; it is merely adolescent sentiments displayed out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  I have not been eating pizza for a long time, I even forgot how it tastes like! Luckily now i am having it for dinner, or I may even forget such a thing even existed. I have been grounded ever since  entered sec school. Grounded to test my patience, to test my discipline. I don't feel bored , though- how do you feel bored if yawing occupies every single second of your life? I don't miss shps that much either. I love it but i don't miss it. Yes, the nolstalgia is gone. But I miss the teachers, my friends, my old life, but at the same time i like my new one. I miss mc too, and mrs tiong, even tbt. And all the other teachers. I want to go back someday, to see how it has changed- i heard they installed air -con? Not very eco friendly, huh? Hehe just kidding. I know it is just 15min walk from home, but i have no time. Its a wonder I even managed to blog this. I kept thinking over the past few days, I have to blog, I have to, I have so much to say, yet I was so tired i dozed out leaving the laptop fuuning for 2 hour until the battery went flat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  Poor, laptop. I'm sorry you have to suffer along with me. I apologise for keeping you up until 11:30 last night doing my PT! I am sorry to say that you have to suffer with me once again after this post to finish up my half-done PT. I am sorry that you will stink coz I forgot to bathe you(defragment) and service you. But I am not sorry to say that it it your fault, not mine, that you chose me as your owner the day I met you at the ermm, expo IT sale last year, and you were so cute I had to adopt you. But I hope you will find comfort in hearing me say sorry- wait for my reason, a very good one at that-that I am so not sorry that I even bought you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  Come, laptop, come do PT with me! I will whack you if you hang again, and I promise you won't find your microchip after that. Come laptop, to the land, &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; land, of homework, homework, and more homework!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521325791596724922-3440264327139987804?l=peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3440264327139987804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6521325791596724922&amp;postID=3440264327139987804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/3440264327139987804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/3440264327139987804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/03/5th-march-09.html' title='5th March 09&apos;'/><author><name>TracyxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549793035242280797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521325791596724922.post-6086191522809610773</id><published>2009-02-08T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:37:45.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th February</title><content type='html'>Wait...did i spell Feb correctly? Lemme get the dictionary...ok, thats correct. House practice was AWESOME!!! The house caps and vice caps were so funny, especially jenny and lynn. Oh, and we did the high jump and sprint today. I didnt get in for high jump, though i did manage to jump over the thing without touching the string. Oh, and i hope i got into track though for sportsfest(i did 16.4s  for slightly less than half the track) coz i dun wanna be a cheerleader. I cant do flips and cartwheels wearing a suggestive skirt! I am sooo not gonna be a cheerleader!Urghh! There's a test coming on Thurs, a math test, and i hope i wont do too badly. I get nervous breakdowns sometimes, too. Oh, and i have not replied pocky, my godangel, for a week, coz of the hectic schedule. These days i eat dinner and then, with food in my mouth, i doze off! I must start using clothepegs on my eyelids so i will not fall asleep! And i have this mealworm experiment tmr. Yuck. Urghh. I hate mealworms. Gtg now, busy busy busy!!! goodbye for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521325791596724922-6086191522809610773?l=peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6086191522809610773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6521325791596724922&amp;postID=6086191522809610773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/6086191522809610773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/6086191522809610773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/02/8th-february.html' title='8th February'/><author><name>TracyxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549793035242280797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521325791596724922.post-4153786422316184890</id><published>2009-01-31T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:13:40.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>31st January</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi!!! Started on friendster today, under tracy k. The first time i tried joining was. like, 1 and a half years ago?  And i think theres a problem with my com, so now that i've changed com i was successful! Yay! And i found some pretty amusing stuff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;    1) i met an old friend today(i dunno if he's called a 'friend') and i went frienster and found his profile by accident. Yes, by accident. I dunno what i was clicking and then i was transported to this peculiar looking page and then there was this big, big smile and his face plastered on it! I can't believe it but yes, it is him! havnt met  him for a long, long while now-half a year, i think-and now theres just sooo much coincidence! I thought he had shifted house, but i met him at around my place this afternoon and his friendster account stated he still havnt shifted so i'm quite puzzled... nvm anyway its not important...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;      2) omg omg my teachers are on friendster too!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;      3) I hate photo taking so i don't have much photos to upload. I just realised it 5 minutues ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;  I also got into Art Club for merit star cca(have to take a couple of selection tests and gotta go for interview and submit portfolio), and i was really hesitating whether to join eng drama or track which i also got into. Sigh. Guess i'll have to stick to art! And i swear my form teacher,who is also the drama teacher, doesnt really have a good impresison of me now that i've rejected the drama thing... she 'spoke' to me and i felt really guilty for rejecting the offer-i was interested at first, but that was before art came into the picture! I spent 1 whole night thinking about it before i sent in the confirmation for art.  I hope not to fail the exams, though, which are coming in feb, but i heard that the tests are sooo hard, most ppl tend to fail. And I have 2 angels, pocky and karmun, who are both super nice:) Philosophy is sooo weird; i think i'll probably flunk it. Arghhh!!! I can't flunk philosophy! I gotta pass or i'll prostrate myself for the rest of my life!!! And the math sure is confusing, though i think i have gotten a hang of it now. I gotta find a way to keep myself sane managing without any tuition. My moms and pops are too busy nowadays to even help me much;i guess i gotta help myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521325791596724922-4153786422316184890?l=peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4153786422316184890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6521325791596724922&amp;postID=4153786422316184890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/4153786422316184890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/4153786422316184890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/31st-january.html' title='31st January'/><author><name>TracyxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549793035242280797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521325791596724922.post-8256236935598072252</id><published>2009-01-25T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:17:35.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-Ry_Gn6uKE/SXyPU_MreSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-DiXUG2UTJs/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295264852605630754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-Ry_Gn6uKE/SXyPU_MreSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-DiXUG2UTJs/s320/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             'Help me!I'm stuck!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-Ry_Gn6uKE/SXyO7c0p2bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FPfNo66ky4Y/s1600-h/DSC00370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295264413881326002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-Ry_Gn6uKE/SXyO7c0p2bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FPfNo66ky4Y/s320/DSC00370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             'Get lost,you humans!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-Ry_Gn6uKE/SXyLqWdKSvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tx3KtObRK6Q/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295260821579516658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-Ry_Gn6uKE/SXyLqWdKSvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tx3KtObRK6Q/s320/DSC00400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         ' I'm cuter than you are;admit it!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-Ry_Gn6uKE/SXyLqEMVLlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kvMr6t3-7QI/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295260816677088850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-Ry_Gn6uKE/SXyLqEMVLlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kvMr6t3-7QI/s320/DSC00404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        Our little imp demonstrates the chicken dance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-Ry_Gn6uKE/SXyLqK8CUnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OHC_-UH8KOo/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295260818487792242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-Ry_Gn6uKE/SXyLqK8CUnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OHC_-UH8KOo/s320/DSC00401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   Say Cheese!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just came back from grandma's house for CNY dinner... So exhausting! Its 12 midnight now and my parents are all busy cleaning every nook and cranny of the house coz ppl will be coming over tmr to visit. This Year is great-i mean in terms of money(heehee). I can buy myself 1 year's supply of kinder bueno and still have half to keep! Oh, and i practically stuffed myself at dinner. There was just sooo much food, i grabbed half of the abalone. I am so full now, my stomach is bursting and i just realised the fuzzy wuzzy on my phone has been plucked out! Arghhh! I got it for $ 5.95 and i was using it for barely a month and its gone now!!! Must have been destroyed by the little imp up there, my cousin. She has successfully plucked out nearly all the jewels on my shoes and the beads on the hem of my dress without me even knowing it. I will get her when she comes tmr... Oh no! Just rmb my hamster. Last year she spat into my fish tank with her mouth full of ice cream and killed nearly all the fishes;only the silver vipers survived. I must take precaution, or hamhams might end up dead in the bin as well. Btw, this is how she looks like(the hams is a girl)[view top] plus a not so glamorous pic of it stuck on the fence. Yawn... i think i might just doze off before publishing this post if i dont turn in soon so bb for now! I'll see if i can blog again tmr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521325791596724922-8256236935598072252?l=peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8256236935598072252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6521325791596724922&amp;postID=8256236935598072252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/8256236935598072252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/8256236935598072252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>TracyxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549793035242280797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-Ry_Gn6uKE/SXyPU_MreSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-DiXUG2UTJs/s72-c/DSC00377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521325791596724922.post-6089578270160951837</id><published>2009-01-23T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:00:16.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Premature eyebags and zombies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;   Reached home at 6:30 yesterday... Slept at 9:00... I have never slept so early in my life before! I was so disappointed when i had to go for Art Merit star test yesterday...it was such a last minute thing!I think i did well, and Mr wong is considering about the merit star thing. Got into English Drama, Track and Cross Country and Reserve for Chinese Drama and some of the UGs though i don't think i will join a UG. I really hope i get into Art though, for merit star. Then i won't have to slog so hard coz its only 1 day. Sent a couple of of emails to MC only to find it failed to send!!! I am so, so sorry for not coming, Hildans! I feel really guilty. But i need to settle the CCA thing which is sooo troublesome-we have trials to go to for every CCA we sign up for! And i am so tired, especially with my backbone problem. I mean, i sort of have a curved spined though my back seems striaght. Kinda an inheritance thing, they say. And my back hurts after sitting up for too long. Last year i almost died just sitting at the desk for 2 hours studying. 2 hours of study isnt alot but it was arduous for me. The doctor says my bones will fully mature in another years' time so meanwhile i just have to watch my posture for a while and go swimming more regularly to keep it straight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;  I have so much to write, yet i do not know which to start with first. Hmmm...what about the angel-mortal system in my school? My angel is really,really nice,and i enjoy writing to her. I will explode coz no one has time to talk to me now and i am alone at home so i think i shall blog more often. We have lots of homework too, especially now, and i am very, very exhausted. I may be taking 2 CCAs, Art and Drama, so I have to keep myself fresh. I am totally surviving on chocolates now and 1 hour plus of travelling time only makes it worse. I think i like my new friends alot and the teachers are nice too. At least most of them are! At least i do not have tuition now, so i will not be so tired. Sigh. I miss SHPS alot, but i am starting to get used to RGS. Its huge and i have trouble navigating around. The uniform is also very hot, and there are sooo many ruo=les to abide by. I broke many rules, though. I used the staff and handicap toilet sometimes if i am really urgent coz the normal toilets are too crowded. But if i get caught, then...lets not think about that. I have to concentrate on not breaking the rules first! And i will definitely go for the next SHPS gathering;i feel so guilty not appearing yesterday. Sigh! Theres an exam on week 9 and i am going for paperplanes writing competion 2009 on june but i have gone out of steam. I have to start etting myself fresh so i can think properly. And i hardly have time to blog anymore. I love blogging-its totally like writing-and i love customising my blogskin,too. I got rid of my old one coz its so blurred. I love hearts-doesnt that inspire you? Haha no more jokes about shaunloh's butt inspiring me, coz i have forgotten how his butt looks like anyway. Not that i have seen it before,though. Haha XD!!!! And i feel sad about the YC thing also and i am really really sorry about that. He is such a nice person, and a talented one at that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;  I am gonna try sending MC's email again. Hope it gets through!  Ok, i have a tome i have to finish poring through, so tt for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oops, one more thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Happy New Year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521325791596724922-6089578270160951837?l=peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6089578270160951837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6521325791596724922&amp;postID=6089578270160951837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/6089578270160951837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/6089578270160951837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/premature-eyebags-and-zombies.html' title='Premature eyebags and zombies'/><author><name>TracyxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549793035242280797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521325791596724922.post-4125848499591672557</id><published>2009-01-05T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:30:39.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New School,New Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  Hey guys! I have not been blogging for a very,very long time. Anyway, i dont have time anymore. Time is not a want but a need and so my postings from today onwards will be very,very short. Anyway, i got into RGS and it is like so different from st.Hilda's! I miss st.Hilda's! Now that i am outta primary school i actually miss it, and very badly.Went to school today to collect the Eagle award cheque and i caught a glimpse of mrs chu. It has changed so much! And now i cant believe i am wishing that i can turn back the clock and return there. Anyway no more jokes coz i am anyhow typing coz i am really outta time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Everything in RGS is so new, so different, and i am actually a little scared. I have never felt this way before in my life, seriously. Made quite a lot of new friends but i really miss my old ones!!! And the food there is another issue! I lost my appetite coz i am just not used to it. Mom says i have lost the weight i had so painstakingly put on this, sorry,last holiday.Sorry i keep forgetting that holidays are over and now is time for serious business. Had to sneak in to type this post. I just need something to confide into, you know. And the PSLs, or buddies, are rather nice but i am so not used to this niceness-last time our buddies used to bully us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Only about 4 ppl in my class are not from RGPS and i am one of them! I feel lonely, though the RGPS girls treat me well and they are so nice.And then i see lonely pupils, just like me, and some who are worse off than me, and i start feeling sorry for them cos i know exactly how they feel. Trying to befriend those with no friends now to make them feel at home and to help myself improve on social skills. This is so like P1 and i feel kinda small. Nowadays i prefer going home to school, though the ppl there are really nice and i have to thank them. Just wanna tell them that i really appreciate it. I feel kinda alone now and the topics are quite hard- we are doing GCE O level stuff and the HMT is harder, much harder. Will have to try to cope without a tuition teacher, though. Times are bad and i dont wanna add to my parents' burden. Just hoping to adapt to life there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I really admire the seniors there! They look so at home, while i feel so lost, like a small fish in a big, endless ocean. But i know there are no sharks so it is safe to swim. Not trying to sound figurative but yes, thats exactly how i feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And shirley and Nicole are my busmates! Thats quite a comfort! The girl sitting next to me in my bus is cherine chan from SHPS 2008 and there are 2 other girls, both Indian, Balachanda and Pavithra also from SHPS 2008 in my bus. They look so settled but i dont feel like i am. And the cca thing is also confusing me. I am gonna audition for 10 or 9 ccas and then choose 1. I cant join AC coz its under merit though i have the certs which can be used to change it to a core cca.i am gonna try that out and see if it works, but i am crossing my fingers coz there are only 2 places left for AC. But art has always been a part of me and generations of my family planted their roots their so it cannot end with me! I MUST try to get in, but face it, there are only 2 coveted seats and i must venture into other stuff if i fail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Right now i am feeling alone and uncertain and i feel weird and all, and theres this persistant cough which has been tiring me out. This is still only the 2nd day but i feel strained already. Just took medicine and i am feeling drowsy. I have not showered yet;just came back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I miss st Hildas!!! Clock, please turn back the time!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521325791596724922-4125848499591672557?l=peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4125848499591672557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6521325791596724922&amp;postID=4125848499591672557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/4125848499591672557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/4125848499591672557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-schoolnew-life.html' title='New School,New Life'/><author><name>TracyxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549793035242280797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521325791596724922.post-7383302431922155572</id><published>2008-12-14T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:25:55.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incapacitated-yes,that's how i feel now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; If you're wondering what the title is about,let me tell you this- i never lie when i am in a bad mood.And yes,i &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; in a bad mood now.A very bad mood so dont provoke me.Anyway, let me just get straight to the point so you dont need to ask so much,about why the title is so odd today.Because i am not joking-i really am paralysed,after what i did yesterday:swimming for a whole 2 hours plus plus,jogging the bedok reservoir and then NO pocari.Tell me, how do you survive when you exercise so much and then you do not get a drop of pocari? Especially when i completed one round, then i was running, running, thinking why today's jog was so extremely long and why there is no sign of my dad. Normally i complete 5km in 25 minutes or less but today, when i glanced at my watch it was like, 55 minutes and i was like, what???????????????????????????????????????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;    Actually, it was what the ****. Is that what you're thinking of now? ****? Haha, gotcha!!! I was really thinking of hell for the ****. Not like what you were thinking just now. Anyway, i sort of remembered my dad telling me to meet at 'the shed' where we started.But there was no shed anywhere.No shed!!!!!Ahhhhh!!! And then i saw it, and i saw my dad sitting there, sipping on a pocari,and he was like, "i won!!!!" And i was like, "what??? I was in front of you just now! I was leading all the way!" And then we both realised one thing-i had overshot! And then i felt my knees grow weak as they gave way. I had run like, 10km? That was crazy. I hadnt even realised it until now. And now, i was certain i was dead. All i could do was reach out my hand for the pocari and he was like,"oops, i finished it all," with a sheepish chuckle. That was not funny. At least not funny enough to be laughed at.I was angry, but too tired to protest. So i dragged myself to the carpark and collapsed onto the seat,then we went home. I wasnt even sure how i made it home.Anyway,my legs are still sore and i am stuck at the com typing this. I cant move, and i am sure i will be stuck here until someone calls 999. Someone,help!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521325791596724922-7383302431922155572?l=peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7383302431922155572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6521325791596724922&amp;postID=7383302431922155572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/7383302431922155572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/7383302431922155572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/incapacitated-yesthats-how-i-feel-now.html' title='Incapacitated-yes,that&apos;s how i feel now'/><author><name>TracyxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549793035242280797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521325791596724922.post-2518710368566497513</id><published>2008-12-03T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:30:33.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG TROUBLE (yes,thats in bold)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Ok, how do I sum up the context? Let me make pointers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;1)I am having trouble getting the playlist, emo,hangman,tagboard, all the important elements of a blog, onto the html!!!I did it many times before-and they all worked but this new blogskin just gets on my nerves.Sorry if there is no tagboard-communication breakdown,anybody?, but i am trying to get rid of it before i bang my head against the wall and have phd,as if thd isnt bad enough. So i sit here, 1000 lightyears later, staring at the screen like an idiot,then i realise something-my com is bugged. No wonder i cant seem to do anything, anything rational at all!!! Such a simple theory, why didnt i think of that!????? So please please, if u are a girl(if that is possible) and willing to help, call me or msn me. I am dying soon, too pi**** off to type!!!! I am trying my best already but i am not sure if i can get rid of this com bug.Norton antivirus,here i come!!!!(but sadly, money goes) I have said enough.I will fix this,and in the meantime please keep visiting.As if the hits havnt already dropped!!! Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Talk about a crazy 24(24x10,as a matter of factly)hours!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;2)Merry Christmas Horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;   I love Christmas.Who wouldnt,with all that snow,presents and no homework days?But there is a catch-like in everything else------it is the raining season,and it is virtually raining everyday.Not that I blame it but look at the trouble brought:Now, as u might have seen, or already known, rain+clouds=no birds outdoors=birds indoors=raining birdpoop Ahhh,too bad i hadnt seen it coming, or i would have opened my umbrella when at the void decks,too. And,darn,it was on my brand new shirt!!! And i had to waste a dozen gallons of water trying to wash the poop off my shoulder! Disgusting but lets face it--lifes like that.As if i had not gotten pooped on before! This is the 6th time this year now and i still cannot figure out why i am such a magnet to birds,so much so that when they see me they have to fire their cannons in welcome. i am not kidding,nor is there a need to take this as a joke.I am earnestly advising u,next time u step out of that house, bring along an UMBRELLA and keep it open, especially if its raining and you are in an enclosed area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;     Yawn......the lethargy's getting to me already...this is it for now!tata!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521325791596724922-2518710368566497513?l=peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2518710368566497513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6521325791596724922&amp;postID=2518710368566497513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/2518710368566497513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/2518710368566497513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-trouble-yesthats-in-bold.html' title='BIG TROUBLE (yes,thats in bold)'/><author><name>TracyxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549793035242280797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521325791596724922.post-4797035216850381562</id><published>2008-11-20T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T07:50:30.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIG Relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*PHEW*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt; Ok, need I say more? Today was the BIG day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Fine, I'm literally hyperventillating right now so gimme a while to calm down!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am better. Well, not &lt;em&gt;better &lt;/em&gt;but at least its better than i was a second ago:o Let me just sort things out a bit so it won't seem like I'm writing gibberish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1)Toilet Break(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Big day? More like toilet break day. Oh, and i kinda missed out an S. A BIG one at that!!! This morning i had a nightmare! I dreamt of Mrs Simon, a child's worst nightmare(pls don't tell her that), holding a cleaver at hand, cackling evily, breathing down our shivering necks, saying,"YOU ARE SOOOO FINISHED!" And I screamed, and woke up. Just like that! And I realised my pillow was drenched in some gooey stuff. Not gooey as in sweat, but &lt;em&gt;Gooey&lt;/em&gt; as in spew. Which means i drooled, in plain English. I drooled? All my life I didn't know I drooled.Unorbservance aside, I seriously do not think I create that mess. But all evidence pointed at me. Screaming, if you were not so kind, in fact.  Mrs Simon...The BIG truth...Mrs Simon...The BIG truth...Mrs Simon...The BIG truth Arghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Think about it now I'm hyper-ventilating again.Only more convulsively! We all know that Mrs Simon+No recorder=No head. You there, I'm referring to yours. If you did not catch it, I meant YOURS. As in YOUR head. Haha. Don't just laugh it of, kids, I dare you to go and try. Brave souls, I am not joking. This is a tried and tested recipe for broiled human head stew. This is not a joke. I am not joking.Why? Coz i'm not a joker and you know that jolly well. Anyway, back to the toilet part.I am certain I did have a giant man-eating venus flytrap growing abnormally in my stomach.You want proof? You can have it. Just look into my toilet. NO, it really should e smell into my toilet. I'm telling you now again, this toilet thing is not a joke. Why? Coz I'm not a joker-and you don't wanna mess with me on bad bowels day.Hehe!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;P.S.I went to the toilet 11 times this morning. You try to break that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2)Announcement scare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;No. two incident-announcement scare. I was devastated. Uttertly destroyed. Nah, just kidding! I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; kinda disappointed for a while, a few seconds or so but I was fine after that. Why? I was thinking I could go home after that and watch a dvd or two and think of  way to console myself that,"Sometimes things just don't work out the way you want it but it's OK," because it's really not the end of the world and I can live with it so why make myself miserable? And so the LONG wait began... faith...clap clap clap...rachel...clap clap clap...shirley...clap...clap clap... But no Tracy. Sigh. Disappointment did get to me, but it did not hit me that hard coz when I was young I was a clapper and as a clapper now, it isnt hard to understand how a clapper feels. I just clapped and cheered for them while trying to think, please God, gimme a 268 at the very least. I need it!!! 6 years of hard work!(but of course if I don't get it I can live with it) And then they were like," Sorry we have made a mistake;Tracy got 274 and I was like, what???!!!" I thought I was going crazy so I didn't stand up but mc4(mrs chong) said again, "Umm Tracy are you here?" And my legs were like jelly and I couldnt lift myself up. I mean, I could have found 999 things to trip onto while standing there, but God bless, I didnt. But the claps that followed werent as loud, of course, but it was enough at that point of time. I mean, others were shock-how many times does an announcement malfunction occur? But I was happy, of course, so I kinda clapped for myself which was like, lame but I hoped nobody noticed!hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3)Scare no.2-Project Lizard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So after that we went home and moms and pops brought me out for dinner coz he kinda got a fine from the summon auntie waived after banging at their door so we had reason enough to be eating out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anyway pops brought us to eat chilli crab and when I was munching something dropped from the ceiling. I slowly put down the crab and wiped my fingers then turned to faced my shoulder, so I would not dirty my shirt when I swept away that stray leaf. But when I turned I got a shock. Of my life. Coz the 'leaf' wasnt  a leaf but a lizard; a huge and fat one at that!(maybe too much leftover chilli crab forced it overweight) Anyway, I was screaming and looking at it while it idly turned its head to face me and stared at me while I stared at it. And we were staring, staring   (and screaming) until it inched toward me and I stood up, ran round in circles and shook it off(while screaming) So the poor thing(now that i think of it it was kinda pitiful) ran round and escaped into the drain before pops could squish it. Lucky thing.And I was pi**ed. I really was. I mean, how many times does a lizard drop onto your shoulder, square on the shoulder, right on the spot? I mean, places like that shouldnt even have lizards in them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;  I'm sure you would be (pi**ed) if you were me, wouldnt you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Alright, enough of this crappy talk.More pep talk the next time, i assure you. Why? Coz you wouldnt wanna challenge me for pep talk competition if you knew I am having some compulsive bowel disorder. Hehe. Tata for today. See ya the next time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521325791596724922-4797035216850381562?l=peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4797035216850381562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6521325791596724922&amp;postID=4797035216850381562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/4797035216850381562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/4797035216850381562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-relief.html' title='The BIG Relief'/><author><name>TracyxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549793035242280797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521325791596724922.post-4444559710856415658</id><published>2008-11-18T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:28:33.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;  November 20th,the day most feared, but nevertheless,revered.The last chance for the graduates of 2008 to meet up, to chat,the last chance to see your teachers again. We should be happy, rite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, we aren't.Our feelings are mixed, torn between expectation,joy and sadness.Expectation of what?From whom?Of our results, from our parents,that is.Some people fear death, others fear disease, but we, as children, fear expectation.Yes,that's right, shout out those words.E-x-p-e-c-t-a-t-i-o-n, that's how you spell it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;   Beware,expetation can kill.Kill what?Not us, not us physically,but rather mentally.Have you seen a child self multilating? Yes, that's concrete evidence of the damages of expectation.But that's just 1% of what it can do.You want to know what 100% is? You wouldn't want to try,I'm telling you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joy,is the second convuluted feeling.Ok, this is fool-proof;you should know why we are feeling pretty joyous at this point of time. Because...Santa's coming!!!Not that we love Santa,but rather,his presents,but that's reason enough,if you ask the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;Thirdly,the unavoidable sadness... For the six ten oh eights, we should know that we won't be able to personally witness mr tan slamming books or hollering'"Shut up your big mouths!" at us again.(no offence mr tan) Nor will we be able to line up in front of him and get our science activity books crushed into smithereens before our eyes,and you can forget about the finger pointing too.(no,it's not the middle one,but occasionally &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; one might pop out:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No more MC lessons, no more *yawn* math problems from him, no more grammar rules, no more dreams stained with red ink starring MC cackling evily at us while throwing tons and tons of past year papers at the poor, shivering kids(oops i forgot to add in the hyphen).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;  No more wulaoshi ranting on and on with the zuo wen techniques and the crazy xi zi scribbling,ditto the mrs chu science talks and growing years series. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But you know what all that means? It means no more memories!!!!! Be it good or bad,we don't have a choice, for once,to choose whether to have them or not!Last time we can play truant(of course no one did with ms tai around),but now,even if we want to, we can't or they will just tell us to get our big(and over-aged)a**es out of the school! Just imagine! OK, i can't picture it and i don't want to, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;  Mom used to fawn over me last time but now, its a complete different story."Grow up!" she would say. What's the difference we were talking about? What?You havn't realised? Let me tell you, there is no "honey" or "darling" tacked at the back!That one word makes a major difference, mind you, without it the whole feeling changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just as well, coz i'm leaving beloved St HIlda's, the place i enroled in 6 years ago. Why? Coz I'm no longer the"honey" i was 6 years ago and i never will be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;  Let's just face it;life's like that-it's not gonna change so we gotta move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;  Last words:Be brave, my ppl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;ps:i've made the colours pretty much like christmas in case you havn't noticed:)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521325791596724922-4444559710856415658?l=peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4444559710856415658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6521325791596724922&amp;postID=4444559710856415658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/4444559710856415658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/4444559710856415658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/truth-day.html' title='Truth Day'/><author><name>TracyxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549793035242280797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521325791596724922.post-8594045057489149431</id><published>2008-11-17T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:03:40.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;'/><title type='text'>Parting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;November, 2008, vacation time. Joyous time of the season? Most relaxing time of the season? Saddest time of the season?(Graduation;sniffs) They may all seem to contradict because when you enjoy, you're a party animal-that means you jolly well party till your teeth drop. Relaxation? Not so, but on the other hand it is plausible, yes, because why, because we wanna hear you shout, "NO HOMEWORK!" NO HOMEWORK's the word to describe relaxation, to us kids. Kids? We are kids no more, do ya hear me? We are on the cusp of 13, that's what! 13, ahhh yes, 13. That's the time where we are teens. And now is the time to write real teen stuff! Gossip, rumours, essays, nonsense, juicy scoops, yes, here's where you'll get them. And teen stuff means writing all your thoughts, all your feelings-all poured into one. Some call it da rojak, some call it da salad, some call it jumbly-jumbly! Whatever it is, we all(at least the smart ones)know that some...like it &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! And that some...&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sizzling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; Others like it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bootylicious&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( just kidding) Anyway, you'll get your daily dose of the above, so have fun reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ok, i shall not waste anymore time continuing with the rubbish i have already written. As they say it, what's done can no longer be undone so, no point deleting the above, though it's plain rubbish. Well, rubbish IS humour, right? So humour it will be! Hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       *Coughs* sorry, i am feeling a bit insane today, so the language is a bit wacky, if not loony! Pardon me! i have woken from my insanity now and i apologise! You will see the other faces of me and my writing from today onwards!&lt;br /&gt;         P.S. Don't tell your parents that you're reading this; It's not exactly child-friendly! Show them only when I write some educational stuff on my next post! Thanks and bb for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Peppermint Friend&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521325791596724922-8594045057489149431?l=peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8594045057489149431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6521325791596724922&amp;postID=8594045057489149431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/8594045057489149431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/8594045057489149431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/parting.html' title='Parting'/><author><name>TracyxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549793035242280797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521325791596724922.post-2942888536364000755</id><published>2008-11-17T06:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:03:40.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post</title><content type='html'>Hey ya all!!!this is my first post! just testing!111111&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521325791596724922-2942888536364000755?l=peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2942888536364000755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6521325791596724922&amp;postID=2942888536364000755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/2942888536364000755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521325791596724922/posts/default/2942888536364000755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppermintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-post.html' title='My first post'/><author><name>TracyxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549793035242280797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
