<?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-8649492710783549151</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:40:44.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The-Overdramatic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-1038332521882671908</id><published>2007-10-10T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:29:58.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HARDLIQUOR.WORDPRESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-1038332521882671908?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1038332521882671908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=1038332521882671908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1038332521882671908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1038332521882671908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/10/hardliquor.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-2628774281790309647</id><published>2007-09-26T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T15:11:06.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole new experience.</title><content type='html'>So long blogger. Hello wordpress! (will put up link soon.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-2628774281790309647?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2628774281790309647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=2628774281790309647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/2628774281790309647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/2628774281790309647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/09/whole-new-experience.html' title='A whole new experience.'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-7516859487978999576</id><published>2007-09-21T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T18:26:59.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not the girl I used to be. I admit, a lot of shit got to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm so sick of it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has everyone gone to when i need them? Ugh. Yeah, more than 20 days to half freedom. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-7516859487978999576?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7516859487978999576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=7516859487978999576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/7516859487978999576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/7516859487978999576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-not-girl-i-used-to-be-i-admit-lot-of.html' title='I&apos;m not the girl I used to be. I admit, a lot of shit got to me.'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-848500441357289324</id><published>2007-09-17T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:34.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the beautiful people.</title><content type='html'>Today marks the day of Jamie's seriousss mugggging. (lol, eunice can't stand it when i say the words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feeing the on off headache from last night's alcohol. Gr. I feel like a noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding dinner was some sorta enjoyable. Highly entertaining i would say. Haha! Still, it was fun. Gah. I should get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111074642893244386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Ru4vTt4oh-I/AAAAAAAAAcU/1RN_yowUX9k/s320/DSC02597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-848500441357289324?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/848500441357289324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=848500441357289324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/848500441357289324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/848500441357289324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-beautiful-people.html' title='for the beautiful people.'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Ru4vTt4oh-I/AAAAAAAAAcU/1RN_yowUX9k/s72-c/DSC02597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-343482130634295707</id><published>2007-09-16T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:34.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RuzopN4oh9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/F7XfdjNTElk/s1600-h/z57746066.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110715471958149074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RuzopN4oh9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/F7XfdjNTElk/s320/z57746066.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's such a long long journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what i'm feeling. I have one hour to get ready for the dinner yet i have not bathed. I hope i don't like as crappy as i do later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha. It's funny. How strongly you feel about someone, in the past. And now you look back and laugh. I thought i wasn't supposed to like him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love's a funny thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like... a Fishball. Oh screw, fishballs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dread... tomorrow. The day after so, the week after so, the year after so. Geez what am i feeling again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-343482130634295707?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/343482130634295707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=343482130634295707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/343482130634295707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/343482130634295707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RuzopN4oh9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/F7XfdjNTElk/s72-c/z57746066.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-1245980422756395633</id><published>2007-09-15T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T20:40:55.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a kiss was created when words weren't enough</title><content type='html'>It's the slack/mugging week for Jamie this very particular week. The thought of serious mugging next week scares me. And, the thought of extremely serious mugging next next week too. Esp the week after the next the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The crucial period.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i sound like a complete mugger. 0.0 Right, that's weird on me. Eunice is the ultimate mugger! 0.0 We're gonna bake bake bake at kailin/ade's house after exams right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ade! We're going to Hajilane to shop after exams right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plans for after exams drang down the list. There is plenty to do. And that includes, an outing with CHG, Designing my room, painting my room, my ultimate *ahemahem* and *ahemahem* plan, beach!, skate, zoo, haircut(when hair grows to where i want it to be?), another outing with self(actually two ppl)- proclaimed BJK, H&amp;amp;T? HAHA!, the buying of Ade's, Eunice's and Chloe's birthday presents.... and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But silly isn't it. I forgot all about the olevels on 31 october.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one week of play isn't gonna hurt isn't it? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, The atmosphere in class is kinda hilarious. Everyone looks so... ... serious. It's scary. I'm still in the HAHA-LOOK-AT-ME!- WHEEE mood. It's fun to look around the class during lessons. I think i'm the only one doing so though. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. It's serious work on Monday. Zzzz. Must-get-into-the-mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazreel's wedding dinner tmr. Wonder how am i gonna survive two wedding dinners. Went to Eric's ytd. Ahhhh. Wearing a frigging dress sucks, i look so un-ladylike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; my feminine year. &lt;em&gt;Shorts and Jeans are the way to go!~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o1: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real lover is the man who can thrill&lt;br /&gt;you by kissing your forehead or smiling&lt;br /&gt;into your eyes or just staring into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;02:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i tell you i love you,&lt;br /&gt;i dont say it out of habit, or to&lt;br /&gt;make conversation. i say it to&lt;br /&gt;remind you that you're the best&lt;br /&gt;thing that ever happened to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o3:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others;&lt;br /&gt;for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness;&lt;br /&gt;and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.”&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;em&gt;Audrey Hepburn ;&lt;/em&gt;she's my idol! sorta. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;Off to play Solitaire Showdown with JS. Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-1245980422756395633?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1245980422756395633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=1245980422756395633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1245980422756395633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1245980422756395633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/09/kiss-was-created-when-words-werent.html' title='a kiss was created when words weren&apos;t enough'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-3894188047522998636</id><published>2007-09-08T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:34.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so don't chase me unless you're ready to catch me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RuIsl2AP6SI/AAAAAAAAAcE/_-uesI_Pt8E/s1600-h/DSC02061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107693956054903074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RuIsl2AP6SI/AAAAAAAAAcE/_-uesI_Pt8E/s320/DSC02061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kerry: why did you say you loved me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kyle: well..when your dad died..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kerry: i get it. you felt sorry for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kyle: no, wait, when your dad died, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;it made me realize that we have to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the things we feel or we might not get another chance again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lot of laughs, lots of tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spilling drama &amp; the fears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking 24 hours on the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where each other's houses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are like our second homes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something so strong, it could never bend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, &lt;em&gt;that's what you call best friends&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think you're in love, don't get your hopes up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not love until you go through both good &amp;amp; bad times together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you love someone, you would know why you love them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have no reason, then think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you really love them?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would go through all these fights &amp; break ups only to realize that there's no point, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you're always gonna get back together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would spend time together, even if both of you are broke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love isn't about money; love is priceless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is something you could never buy; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love is when one of you makes a huge mistake, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then in the end you work it all out because you realize that it's just one mistake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp; it's not worth it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because all you want is for it to be forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, never say forever because everything has a ending. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's only in my opinion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is a strong word &amp;amp; has many definitions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to me or not, why do I care? What do I know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been in love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to urge to post quotes. 0.0 And I just realised Brownie is tricoloured. 0.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-3894188047522998636?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3894188047522998636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=3894188047522998636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/3894188047522998636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/3894188047522998636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-dont-chase-me-unless-youre-ready-to.html' title='so don&apos;t chase me unless you&apos;re ready to catch me.'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RuIsl2AP6SI/AAAAAAAAAcE/_-uesI_Pt8E/s72-c/DSC02061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-7939556705236999184</id><published>2007-09-07T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:35.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Jolin saga is verrrry interesting. Jolin, stop being "sarcastic" in your posts, you're not even that bit of it. Abit of advice, Just deal with it, stop hiding behind your computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel kinda sad for her. Hope this thing blows fast then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, TODAY, is my off day. Yip-eeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going back to school ever since monday and i'm feeling pretty sick of it. Ugggh. Today's finally OFF. Yipee Yipeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's Prelims was... distracting. Oh blah, no. I think i did, okay. Paper2 was just blaaah, no mood to do the darn thing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made muffins on Tues! I swear my batch of muffins were so much better than my mother's. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Gave out muffins for tasting. The verdict: It's tasty, very good, delicious. Lalala! Gives my ego a boost. LOL! History Project at ZZ's house. Sooooo tiring. Reached home at like, 8. We didn't do much of it, just spent the day snuggling up under a purple blanket, laughing, playing dead, laughing, EATING, bouncing tennis balls, cam whoring and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107284027196303570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RuC3w2AP6NI/AAAAAAAAAbc/nykdqvqtpc0/s320/DSC02350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107284057261074690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RuC3ymAP6QI/AAAAAAAAAb0/jN-D8o9hS8A/s320/DSC02376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107284044376172786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RuC3x2AP6PI/AAAAAAAAAbs/1zgBVmDs9os/s320/DSC02360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107284035786238178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RuC3xWAP6OI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oBKtzr_wLR8/s320/DSC02365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107284065851009298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RuC3zGAP6RI/AAAAAAAAAb8/rYeMVQQKWVc/s320/DSC02374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daffy and I were verrrry sleepy throughout. Gah. Lol retard face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Came to school looking like a zombie. Chased an aeroplane. Went shopping with Mum after that trying on like 902849374893257982 of clothes. T.T I have a sudden urge to shop with Jasmine. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. My eyes are puffy looking and it's staying like this for weeeks and, i look horrible with small eyes in photos. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-7939556705236999184?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7939556705236999184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=7939556705236999184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/7939556705236999184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/7939556705236999184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/09/jolin-saga-is-verrrry-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RuC3w2AP6NI/AAAAAAAAAbc/nykdqvqtpc0/s72-c/DSC02350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-6113550044442388719</id><published>2007-09-02T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T12:08:56.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>唔~ 别在风中徘徊&lt;br /&gt;唔~ 天冷就回来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If There're seasons is a very fanastic chinese musical. Touching, funny, lively, you name it. What really rocked was the songs they sang and their voices were really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lead's voice was really soothing! How i wish my future husband's voice will be that soothing. Then he'll sing to me to sleep every night. X) Yaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics of the songs were really meaningful. I liked this song esp about the guy singing to the girl that, he had no money to take her around the world, but instead he would describe the sights to her/sing to her the various places...in his very very gentle and soothing voice. blah blah blah. Siiiggghsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢你为我担心&lt;br /&gt;喜欢你摇啊摇把我的手臂当玩具&lt;br /&gt;喜欢你想起我时，总说那是不小心&lt;br /&gt;喜欢你在我的肩膀像恋人一样安憩&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢你，喜欢你&lt;br /&gt;喜欢你的心情紧张得像考试前夕&lt;br /&gt;情人就像酒一样&lt;br /&gt;戒也戒不去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i sure do have fate with my left contact lens. It dropped in the middle of the show and i had to use one eye to watch the show. Haha! Then, after so, when to Bugis to ask for spare solution in optical shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took neoprints! I have the neos! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, not with my contact lens. As in, the 8 of us? Junsheng, Junlong, Eunice, Changqi, Adeline, Yunjia, Regina, including me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have shocking news. My sister won second prize for some colouring contest. 0.0 She skipped chinese tuition because of that. Ah well. i skipped mine too and prelims tmr! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She better share her winnings. Mwahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-6113550044442388719?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6113550044442388719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=6113550044442388719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6113550044442388719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6113550044442388719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-therere-seasons-is-very-fanastic.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-3064279359539004387</id><published>2007-09-01T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:36.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wherever you go, go with all your heart</title><content type='html'>Laughter, misery, joy. Sept holidays are here! Bound to kill. Lessons practically everyday. Exam timetable out. I guess, it's really time to start preparing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prelims on Moday! Sheesh. Did i mention i &lt;em&gt;suck&lt;/em&gt; at Bao Zhang Bao Dao? Ug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i have no darn mood? 0.0 Planned to chiong homework ytd, but got distracted. -.- In the end only did half a question of SS and read Chem notes. I guess that's something right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs Juliana Low is not gonna be our english teacher anymore for the rest of the year. I hope that when she comes back next year, she'll be 404'08 's english teacher! :D Now, being the eng rep sorta sucks. gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Liang Wen Fu thing later. Meeting Yunjia and the rest at Bugis later on! Wheeeee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105031136460924962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rti2xWAP6CI/AAAAAAAAAaE/V-BP3nIK1K8/s320/DSC02109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105031140755892274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rti2xmAP6DI/AAAAAAAAAaM/GEJ3ppYQk-8/s320/DSC02108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105031145050859586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rti2x2AP6EI/AAAAAAAAAaU/JBokjSHhxJU/s320/2007pluck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Taken a few days back. Lmao. I think Junsheng's hair is verrry fascinating. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105032304692029554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rti31WAP6HI/AAAAAAAAAas/6m2yB1sK1xA/s320/DSC08186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105031157935761506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rti2ymAP6GI/AAAAAAAAAak/fEhRpR3ay5U/s320/DSC08190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105031153640794194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rti2yWAP6FI/AAAAAAAAAac/dOtUR7MNxkg/s320/DSC08189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teacher's Day Celebration. Yaaaay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105032313281964162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rti312AP6II/AAAAAAAAAa0/p40hlS9NyuY/s320/DSC08187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105032321871898770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rti32WAP6JI/AAAAAAAAAa8/q_j_yaoVHYk/s320/DSC08185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lol! Retards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105032686944118978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rti4LmAP6MI/AAAAAAAAAbU/0Yq7tC3h2UQ/s320/DSC08208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105032326166866082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rti32mAP6KI/AAAAAAAAAbE/D_ybrzGSq90/s320/DSC08206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105032330461833394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rti322AP6LI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Cl8dYNSEcv8/s320/DSC08207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Farewell Party! Yaaay. Jasyeo didn't cry when i gave her the card. Hmph. Anw, &lt;em&gt;Brownie&lt;/em&gt; was in the slides!! WOOOHOOOO~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. Byebye. lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-3064279359539004387?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3064279359539004387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=3064279359539004387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/3064279359539004387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/3064279359539004387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/09/wherever-you-go-go-with-all-your-heart.html' title='wherever you go, go with all your heart'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rti2xWAP6CI/AAAAAAAAAaE/V-BP3nIK1K8/s72-c/DSC02109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-661291856385338002</id><published>2007-08-26T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T17:09:25.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry Chloe. And damn you, why aren't you looking at your emaths and history textbook! You haven't read a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who would you want to be tied to for 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;A British hottie with a sexy accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who do you blame for your mood today?&lt;br /&gt;Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever seen a dead body?&lt;br /&gt;Err. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What should we do w/ stupid people?&lt;br /&gt;Kill'em all! Haha! Kidding. Smarten them up, duhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How long do you think you will live?&lt;br /&gt;Til the day i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What was the first thing you did this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Tried to sleep in longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's the carpet look like in your room?&lt;br /&gt;Some, weird design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How many times did you fail your driver's test?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't took it yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last person you went out to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;My family + Kim's family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but i like to think no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you drink lots of water?&lt;br /&gt;Guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What toothpaste do you use?&lt;br /&gt;oral-b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How do you vent your anger?&lt;br /&gt;Jumping on the bed, pretending to sing or play the guitar with heavy music in the bg? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The last compliment you received?&lt;br /&gt;Tuition teacher. Saying that i have the i'm-a-designer! look and that i'm really quiet and i don't look like my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you look more like your mother or father?&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When was the last time you threw up?&lt;br /&gt;3 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Is/are your best friend(s) a good friend?&lt;br /&gt;Yesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What theme does your room have?&lt;br /&gt;It's soo girly. Sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you a momma's child or a daddy's girl?&lt;br /&gt;EK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you ever join the military?&lt;br /&gt;NO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The last website you visited?&lt;br /&gt;Jasyeo's lj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who was the last person you took a picture with?&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last show you've been to?&lt;br /&gt;881&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Last person you went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. The last person you stared at?&lt;br /&gt;My sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Number of layers on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Mattress? Bedsheet? Blanket? Blanket sheet? Whattt???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Is anything alive in your room?&lt;br /&gt;0.0 Hope not. I killed that mosquito two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Today, would you rather go back a week or go forward a week?&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is your current goal to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;Work hard for EOYS and do well for tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Probably black, with streaks of dark brown which is, pretty much invisible. as in the streaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What is your current worry?&lt;br /&gt;History and emath test. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you have plans for spring break?&lt;br /&gt;ah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------PAST 24 HOURS HAVE YOU------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried: yes&lt;br /&gt;Worn jeans: no&lt;br /&gt;Met someone: yes&lt;br /&gt;Done laundry: no&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the phone: yes&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone: no&lt;br /&gt;Said I love you: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------D0 Y0U BELiEVE iN-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yourself: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Your friends: most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Tooth Fairy: hell no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------FRiENDS AND LiFE---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is: Jamieeeeeeeee~~~~&lt;br /&gt;When you cried the most who was there?: no one. duuhhh&lt;br /&gt;What's the best feeling in the world?: sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Worst Feeling: guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------WHiCH iS BETTER----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: vanilla!&lt;br /&gt;Coke or Pepsi: coke !&lt;br /&gt;Love or Lust: erm?&lt;br /&gt;Sprite or 7UP: sprite!&lt;br /&gt;Scruff or Clean: clean&lt;br /&gt;Blondes or Brunettes: brunettes.&lt;br /&gt;Tall or Short: tall.&lt;br /&gt;Movie or dinner: sleep&lt;br /&gt;Night or Day: night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------WiTH THE 0PP0SiTE SEX------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you notice first : The face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What personality trait draws you to them: erm, it's a secret! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------THE LAST TiME Y0U...-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showered: -.- a few hours ago&lt;br /&gt;Cried: shaddup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----WH0------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you laugh?:everything.&lt;br /&gt;Has a crush on you?: like i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------WH0 WAS THE LAST PERS0N...---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talked to on the phone?:&lt;br /&gt;You messaged:&lt;br /&gt;You kissed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-661291856385338002?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/661291856385338002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=661291856385338002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/661291856385338002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/661291856385338002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/08/1_26.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-4517262154180906026</id><published>2007-08-22T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:11:58.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's bounce</title><content type='html'>Today was a stupid tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog test was retarded. So was my entire in-the-classroom hours. Gah. Boorr-ing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cca was fun in a good way. Wanting was sick, left early. ): Then, i got Chloe to entertain me again. Haha! We were playing the tarot thing again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after so, we started playing Taboo, even when cca ended. Hilarious, as usual, while playing that game. Even psychoed her to help me with my homework. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahwell. Rockclimbing tmr. 0.0 Sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests tests and more tests. Argh. Spare me the stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-4517262154180906026?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4517262154180906026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=4517262154180906026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/4517262154180906026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/4517262154180906026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/08/let.html' title='let&apos;s bounce'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-5524416695115125598</id><published>2007-08-20T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T19:04:57.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogger's getting really zzz to me.</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of switching of switching to wordpress(the name sounds hella cool) or live journal(yeah, for real).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya. I don't know la. I like my URL. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, what's the change for? I hardly blog anymore. I think my blog hates me. It's not even showing the quiz from zz and Chloe i posted last Saturday. Ah, so much for neglecting it. I'm sorry my dear blogsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what can i say? My life sucks. And i even predicted which days of the week would be sucky or sucky sucky. 0.o Yeah, whateverrrr~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Yeah, one day i'll blog. Again. For now, I have to enjoy the indulging of food, the temptations buzzing from the television (eh! new channel 8 drama!) and the tiresome chore of mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn Chem olvl spa tmr. And geog test on wed. Rockclimbing (can you believe! 3.30-6! SHITT!) on Thursday, the very dreaded physics test next wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, on a happier note. I'm attending two wedding dinners in September! Yipeee!~ Ah, how much they inspire me. I'm gonna turn into a big fat pig soon. Sheesh. Those weddings are just two days apart. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I'll blog on Wednesday. Screw upcoming tests. siiiiiggggggghhhhhhhhhsssssssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-5524416695115125598?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5524416695115125598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=5524416695115125598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5524416695115125598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5524416695115125598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/08/bloggers-getting-really-zzz-to-me.html' title='blogger&apos;s getting really zzz to me.'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-6978824926738472394</id><published>2007-08-18T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T12:05:32.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weirdo quizzie</title><content type='html'>Tagged by ZZ and Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*- for zz.&lt;br /&gt;~- for chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (the person who tagged you is) - *Zhaozhi/~Chloe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. (your relationship with him/her is) – *Good friends/~Senior-junior relationship, only better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. (5 impressions you have of him/her) – *Brainy, Sporty, Determined, JayChou-crazy, responsible/~Short(mwaaha!), Sweet-lookin outside, some what sarcastic inside, Nice, hilarious in a way. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (the most memorable thing he/she has done for you) – *She's always there for me and i'm not complaining! :D/ ~None. T.T Oi oi! Cook me sth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. (the most memorable words he/she has said to you) – *ZZ always shares her really meaningful quotes with me, too many to recall? 0.0 /~ I remember more of the way she rolls her eyes. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. (if he/she becomes your lover, you will) – *~ 0.0 Hell no. If be so, i will turn lesbian, which is no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. (if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be) – Yes, changing their genders. You'll have to wait on me 24 7! Whee! mwaahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. (if he/she becomes your enemy, you will) – *Laugh./~ Laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. (if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be) – *Too much of Jay-info! /~ No chloe-made food shared with me at all. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. (the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is) - I'm just completing this thing for them haah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. (your overall impression of him/her is) - *Brainy/~Cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. (how you think people around you will feel about you) – Absolutely bonkers at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. (the characteristic you love about yourself is) – I like my anti-social side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. (on the contrary, the characteristic you hate about yourself is) – Being a brat at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. (the most ideal person you want to be is) – No comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. (for people that care and like you, say something to them) – Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. (pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you) -&lt;br /&gt;1) Zhaozhi&lt;br /&gt;2) Jasyeo&lt;br /&gt;3) Chloe&lt;br /&gt;4) Eunice&lt;br /&gt;5) Peiling&lt;br /&gt;6) Huixian&lt;br /&gt;7) Evon&lt;br /&gt;8) Celina&lt;br /&gt;9) Caijia&lt;br /&gt;10) Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(who is no.6 having relationship with?) – I suppose she's single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.9 a male or female?) - Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?) – Erm, they'll probably turn the world upside down. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What is no.2 studying about?) – Sec4 stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whenwas the last time you had a chat with no.3?) – Since wednesday. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What kind of music band does no.8 like?) - No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.1 has any siblings?) – 2 sisters, 1 bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Will you woo no.3?) – HAHA! We'll see. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How about no.7?) – Wooing? haha. Oh no, she's not exactly available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.4 single?) – YES. Although reports shown she's -sometimes- lesing, with ME! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What's the surname of no.5?) - Eng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What's the name of no.10?) - Duh, Cheryl. meow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What's the hobby of no.4?) – Looking at eyecandies. tsk tsk. lol. most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Do no.5 and 9 get along well?)- No idea, i doubt they're close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where is no.2 studying at?) - A school. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Say something casual about no.1) – *. mwahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Have you tried developing feelings for no.8?) - LOL! nooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where does no.9 live?) – somewhere in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What color does no.4 like?) – I know she doesn't really like blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Are no.5 and 1 best friends?) – They were classmates last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.7 likes no.2?) – They dont know each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How did you get to know no.2?) - CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.1 have any pets?) – no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-6978824926738472394?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6978824926738472394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=6978824926738472394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6978824926738472394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6978824926738472394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/08/weirdo-quizzie.html' title='weirdo quizzie'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-270150147915702276</id><published>2007-08-12T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T18:47:05.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know do you know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pci3zK48cXU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pci3zK48cXU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Enrique Iglesias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The MV is (kinda) hot. The guy who made this is a idiot though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-270150147915702276?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/270150147915702276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=270150147915702276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/270150147915702276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/270150147915702276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-you-know-do-you-know.html' title='Do you know do you know.'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-6868189635107107791</id><published>2007-08-12T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T18:27:56.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?</title><content type='html'>The long weekend (sorta) rocked ballzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised i caught 3 movies in total this week! Isn't that cool or what? Alone date with E and D last Sun (btw E! You owe me the pictures.) Simpsons with T. Secret with Hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaa! I know my mum hates me for it. It's useless to talk about how i spent the weekend huh? Omgzzzz I didn't talk about National day. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my eyes went totally red on Thursday la. Sheesh! Okay, fine it's National day. So, there's more white on the flag than red so why are we encouraged to wear red? The train ride to cityhall SUCKED ballzz man. I swear i was gonna turn into a squashed pancake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, thurs kinda sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was alright, can be better. Caught Secret with Hp @ PS. Saw Xiaoxuan. I stared at her for like 1022840928 minutes before she realised i was there. haha! I am so obsessed with kids now. Babies! I'm definitely going over to Hp's house to play with the baby, someday. (although i speak idiot-language while talking to the baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah gaaa gaaa goooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Secret was good. Simpsons was hilarious. Ah ha. My week, was alright. And oh shit, i haven't studied trigo yet. Test tmr! ugggggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because, I can see us holding hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;walking on the beach our toes in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can see us in the country side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sitting in the grass laying side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-6868189635107107791?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6868189635107107791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=6868189635107107791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6868189635107107791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6868189635107107791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-you-know-what-it-feels-like-loving.html' title='Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-8141937758101549072</id><published>2007-08-02T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:36.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish we could.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RrHU_MyedEI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/qvHM5fw1RcI/s1600-h/2007-yj&amp;j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094086835762525250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RrHU_MyedEI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/qvHM5fw1RcI/s320/2007-yj%26j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teehee. I haven't blogged in like 804830953025 days. (actually 3 but, yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to tomorrow. Ichiban Ichiban! Haven't ate that since our date 3 months ago. And i mean my date with Jasyeo. Gotta go dig out the mooolaaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder when that dumbdumb hp's coming back. Brownie's growing balls! Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell Party for seniors and Alone date not confirmed. Gah. Hope Ade can make it on Sun afternoon. Bring your Beijing friends along la! Hear them swear in chinese at the ghosts in the movie. hahaha! ... okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me is looking forward to the farewell party, a part of me isn't. It's hard to say Goodbye isn't it? I'm gonna take loads of pictures and camwhore like crazy on that day, i swear. Sadly, i ain't very bonded with my juniors.haha! The only person i can have a decent crappy conversation with is Chloe? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like standing beside her.Hooooo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm addicted to &lt;em&gt;Lovestoned&lt;/em&gt;. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-8141937758101549072?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8141937758101549072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=8141937758101549072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8141937758101549072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8141937758101549072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wish-we-could.html' title='i wish we could.'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RrHU_MyedEI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/qvHM5fw1RcI/s72-c/2007-yj%26j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-1527725472707601902</id><published>2007-07-29T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:12:34.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your silence is deadly</title><content type='html'>Do people feel sad over nothing at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread the thought of tomorrow. The person whom i want to see isn't there. Yet the one i don't want to see is gonna be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went over to tutor's house to check out his sketches. One word: WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour's newborn is so gorgeously cute. Haven't touched a baby in a long time? Everything feels... small. When she grows older, i'm gonna go over to play with her! So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Okay, the start of tmr sucks already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't wanna fall to pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want to sit and stare at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want a conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want to cry in front of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coz I'm in Love With you&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/8649492710783549151-1527725472707601902?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1527725472707601902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=1527725472707601902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1527725472707601902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1527725472707601902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-silence-is-deadly.html' title='your silence is deadly'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-8415406459819918704</id><published>2007-07-28T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:43:48.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look at that girl, would you even recognise her?</title><content type='html'>What i deemed pathetic and seemly unrealistic fell upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how people can fall asleep like that. It irritates the hell outta me. I can gladly name this one of the worst days ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's Huiping? I feel uncomfortable with whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's this sickly feeling in my brain and stomach and throat. I hope i fall sick, get a fever and skip school for the entire week without contact with anyone. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greeeat. I'm lost for words. Stuck in my throat. Could just vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not putting on any front. I swear. I just, don't want to show the whole damn world what i'm feeling. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you my dear friend. Things aren't the same without you around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-8415406459819918704?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8415406459819918704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=8415406459819918704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8415406459819918704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8415406459819918704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/07/look-at-that-girl-would-you-even.html' title='look at that girl, would you even recognise her?'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-1740931141031860525</id><published>2007-07-28T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:30:56.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now i'm heels over head, i'm hanging upside down</title><content type='html'>Just came back from supper with my ma and pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n2d sucked to the core. Ran like 3km. Sheesh. The school security system is so f up. Thinking of it just makes my blood boil. Bloody hell man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i swore in the general office with the principal and teachers around. Thank god they didn't hear me. I have the worst (hypocrite!)cca teacher. Hur. Guess who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, after i graduate i'm going to come back and tell her off man. F-ing bitch. ZZZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiping's leaving tomorrow morning! ): I'm gonna miss you hell loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so random. Gah. I don't feel like sleeping. My dad's hogging the television. Zzz. Boring. My hair hasn't dried. ooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-1740931141031860525?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1740931141031860525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=1740931141031860525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1740931141031860525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1740931141031860525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/07/now-im-heels-over-head-im-hanging.html' title='now i&apos;m heels over head, i&apos;m hanging upside down'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-4286082893744708263</id><published>2007-07-23T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:31:48.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a change of mood.</title><content type='html'>Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EngPeiLing!&lt;/strong&gt; You better un-ban me from your tagboard and obviously your ban isn't working at all! mwahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hongkong people in class today. Hoo! Evon's hongkong peep 's a very cute and talkative one. I don't see why she sees so much in our 304 guys. -.- (shows that hongkong guys ain't much better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butt hurts. I don't know why. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Eunice! &lt;3 Teeheeeeheeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-4286082893744708263?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4286082893744708263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=4286082893744708263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/4286082893744708263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/4286082893744708263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-change-of-mood.html' title='what a change of mood.'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-6983803344469519619</id><published>2007-07-23T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:22:38.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the most incredible feeling is knowing that i make you happy&lt;3</title><content type='html'>The last week had been hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm sick of doing my science journal. Sian. These days i come to my blog then ask myself, "So what am i supposed to say? What am i supposed to update? So what happens if i blog? I get famous?" Haha. Obviously not. I just come for the sake for looking at tags. For the heck of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i complain about my com? Yeah. Screeeew it. -.- Sometimes, i do blog alright. Then the internet goes ZWAH and i lose what i've blogged. Yipee huh? Yeah, note the sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm not exactly in the I'm-so-happy-please-make-me-smile mood now. Hurrrrrr. I feel like a bundle of dripping sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i hate reading my own blog because it's so un-gossipy. Ha. Ha. Like, people read blogs to fish for gossip. LOL. (nudges Eunice, who urged me to blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i remember the time i read a certain ... whatever of mine's entire archives, just to see what she says about someone. Then, when i click the arrow thingie where it displays a whole list of websites, whatever's blog archives sites just flooded the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, it was pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was reading Xiaxue's blog earlier. Lol! (yeah, sue me for being such a lagger for it was dated so long ago) Noted her 7 most disgusting bloggers post and was pretty glad Celeste Chen was one of them. (hehheh) Seriously, no offense but that girl really lacks maturity in her blogging. And spare me from her home videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear never to view a CelesteChen-taken video again. (although i admit her Fergalicious video was pretty much of .... an eyeopener.) Her posts really bore me and all she talk about is XuBin. (does she have a life or something, besides him?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what i feel. Shall shut up before i get sued or anything. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Steven Lim's video was Ha-ha! Seriously, that guy could use some vocal lessons and take How-not-to-bore-audience-with-self-taken-videos 101. Does he really think he could capture one's attention by speaking for 7 minutes straight, blabbering about Xiaxue, sputtering words one could barely make out from? He calls her a chicken pie blogger. ha ha. What is that supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy should really just grow-up. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i find it incredible that i cleaned the house yesterday. (except for the first floor) Okay, that was random but i can't help bragging about it. HA! I feel pretty proud of that. (yeah go ahead and laugh.) ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Zzz Zzz Zzz. I'm feeling zzz again. As always. And why does this always happen when i can blog? 0.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-6983803344469519619?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6983803344469519619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=6983803344469519619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6983803344469519619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6983803344469519619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/07/most-incredible-feeling-is-knowing-that.html' title='the most incredible feeling is knowing that i make you happy&lt;3'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-1364619657444462442</id><published>2007-07-12T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T18:55:28.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take this to your grave.</title><content type='html'>Today was deemed the Humanities day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 periods of humanities. Geeee. And well, Tuesday is well, the Science day? 6 periods of Sciences. School School School. An incredibly tedious cycle. Isn't there a week without just one class test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Oral yesterday. Haha! I'm sooooo glad it's over! Although i did like shit, but it's over and there's nothing i can do about it. No oral for hmt students next year either! Woot!~ If you knew how nervous i get for oral. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really made my day was Girlfriend's note. Thanks so much for the encouragement. I was pretty excited when i received the note? 0.0 Haha! I feel like a lesbian. Anyway, I hope i don't disappoint you, Jas! As much as i wish to run up to you, screaming I'VE GOT A BLEEDY A1! WOOHOO!, I know i have to work super hard? So, i'll try(very hard). I don't deny i doubt myself? Chinese is well, not my best subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might make you people laugh, but Girlfriend really inspires me to work very hard for chinese? I don't know why, but yeah. Hahaha! I guess i wanna be like her, screaming A1 when i get my results. I think i'll cry, whatever result i'd get that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough about Chinese. Gah. I swear not to speak Chinese for the entire day. I'm so sick of it. Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. There's Maths homework, Chinese, and Physics Journal? 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BT test today was chicken. Whee! El stupido here forgot to reject -11 at Question 7. Shit. Hoping for a 34. But, there's always careless mistakes in my scripts. Sheesh. Heh, more than 75%, no need to do homework! HOO! But, regardless, i'll still do la. Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreading Xinfony tomorrow. &lt;strong&gt;Anyone wants to buy a Stall ticket? I could sell it for $8.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm being pangsehed after that anyway. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is so typical. Gee. Nothing interesting's happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-1364619657444462442?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1364619657444462442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=1364619657444462442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1364619657444462442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1364619657444462442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/07/take-this-to-your-grave.html' title='Take this to your grave.'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-4237413358562596551</id><published>2007-07-11T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:53:14.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally.</title><content type='html'>I promise multiple posts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Oral sucked today. Screwed it up, by erm, hesitating alot. Erm, yeah. &lt;em&gt;Byebye, distinction.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never thought i would get one anyway&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go mug for BT test now. Erm, i do mean after drinking some miracle milo, dinner and television dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's over. YAAAAAAYYYYYYYY~ (and i mean Oral, duh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-4237413358562596551?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4237413358562596551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=4237413358562596551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/4237413358562596551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/4237413358562596551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally.html' title='finally.'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-7966968824673965316</id><published>2007-07-04T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:01:31.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've realised, after months i still haven't got my answer.</title><content type='html'>I am so screwed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my info is &lt;strong&gt;GONE&lt;/strong&gt;. As in, my computer (very tragic) crashed. Sorta. Then, now when i turn it on the screen is like ZZZ-BLWAAAHHH. Erm, i mean to say Blank. Nothing. No words. No light. NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living off my daddy's computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty bad isn't it. This either means: I'm going to have a new(FINALLY!) desktop!    OR    I'm going to have my own personal laptop! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i can dream on for the second one. Geeewwhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised i like to make funny noises when i'm bored, blanked or feeling stupid. Teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wonder. What am i gonna do? I mean, with my com down and all that. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i guess it's not a big deal. With my photos(uk, korea, memories from pri6-sec3...etc), SONGS, personal docs, blogskin codes, blogskin designs, PHOTOSHOP(shit, need to lend from tutor again.), videos, and all that, are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hur. Damn it. Why didn't i back up my files earlier. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when i feel very &lt;em&gt;anti-social&lt;/em&gt;. Like today. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeeee. Stuck in the middle. Supposedly not. Ugh stop it already. Didn't you make your choice. &lt;em&gt;Hastily.&lt;/em&gt; UghGahGeeBoooooorrrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make no sense again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tummy's growling. Fooooooooddddddd~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-7966968824673965316?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7966968824673965316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=7966968824673965316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/7966968824673965316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/7966968824673965316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-realised-after-months-i-still.html' title='i&apos;ve realised, after months i still haven&apos;t got my answer.'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-7028765026933362949</id><published>2007-07-01T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T17:27:08.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goes round and round, round and round ...</title><content type='html'>I'm dreading the weekends. (as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah blah blah blah. I have so many deadlines to meet. About homework, and all that other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are gonna pop out soon. I've been staring at the com for about 4 hours. Thanks to that Jap drama Hp lent me. It frigging rocks, although it makes you go, "NOO!! Quick! SAY IT! STUPID!" or just simply cry. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hate tmr. I'm gonna rush all my articles and notes and whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i just want my normal school life back. As in, right before the holidays, like, the things they were. They seemed much normal. uh uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch the emo part though. Hope that day arrives. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition ytd was a bore. I didn't bring my amath textbook home. zzzz. And, that reminds me of the binominal.T test on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally bought Ben's pressie. A wayyyy long overdue birthday present huh? Anw, Xinthesis was good. Sorta. Hilarious in a sorta way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shit you Hp for losing the neo. How embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. Seriously my eyes are popping out. Will blog another time. (if there's anything to blog about)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-7028765026933362949?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7028765026933362949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=7028765026933362949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/7028765026933362949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/7028765026933362949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/07/goes-round-and-round-round-and-round.html' title='goes round and round, round and round ...'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-7907559168472905390</id><published>2007-06-29T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T20:52:16.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like to believe the best of me is something we have yet to see</title><content type='html'>I'm taking my Chinese Olvls (ORAL! &lt;-wtf!) on the &lt;strong&gt;11th July&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend to hire Eunice or Hp as my personal instructor. 0.0 Nah, kidding. Wonder how am i gonna survive on that day. But, yipee! It's a Wed so there's no CCA! Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started for a week already and it feels terribly weird. Like, ... Just weird. Hope next week's gonna be better! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we split our tables and i'm not sitting with Ade anymore. Well, near her. That is. It's like so weird, means that i have to talk louder to grab her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap i have yet to do my tuition homework and my tuition's tmr. Damn. Okay, that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Xinthesis! Huiping's performing in both Opera and her Dance tmr! Hooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahwell. My life's boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-7907559168472905390?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7907559168472905390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=7907559168472905390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/7907559168472905390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/7907559168472905390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-like-to-believe-best-of-me-is.html' title='i like to believe the best of me is something we have yet to see'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-3322763851465732897</id><published>2007-06-24T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:56:50.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess it's better never to trust anyone but yourself.</title><content type='html'>School starts tmr! A part of me is all psyched up, ready to start the new term with new goals and everything and another part of me just says, "Screw School!  I wanna sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Nevertheless, I'm am &lt;strong&gt;PSYCHED&lt;/strong&gt;! Yippee! But, i haven't did Chinese homework yet. (opps) Will go read that story again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I miss all my friends and i have been like, not very much in contact with them during the holidays. This is probably one of the most i-have-loads-of-free-time-to-be-wasted! holidays. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A best friend is someone who changes your life just by being part of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who makes you believe that there is really good in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.&lt;br /&gt;Someone that knows what you're saying when you don't say a word.&lt;br /&gt;Someone you cn look to in a a certain way, and they know exactly what you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone you find hardest to say goodbye to.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who knows ALL about you, and loves you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who helps you through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;The first person you go to when you need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone you will call to talk about nothing, or the most important things in your life.&lt;br /&gt;They are the shoulder you cry on, because you know that they really care about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Someone that will risk their friendship with you, just to make sure you're safe and okay.&lt;br /&gt;Someone you can always be around, and never get sick of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's what a Best friend is.&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-3322763851465732897?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3322763851465732897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=3322763851465732897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/3322763851465732897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/3322763851465732897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-guess-its-better-never-to-trust.html' title='i guess it&apos;s better never to trust anyone but yourself.'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-8771464932705354274</id><published>2007-06-19T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:12:43.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not just him, it has a lil something to do with me too. &amp; to change that, i'll have to stop my urges.</title><content type='html'>I am pooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet hurts from ice-skating. I have a huge bruise by the side of my knee. which ... well, hurts. Hur. &lt;em&gt;Joy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I'm just so pooped from everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooped. Haha. Funny word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-8771464932705354274?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8771464932705354274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=8771464932705354274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8771464932705354274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8771464932705354274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-not-just-him-it-has-lil-something.html' title='it&apos;s not just him, it has a lil something to do with me too. &amp; to change that, i&apos;ll have to stop my urges.'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-941719262846305895</id><published>2007-06-16T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T00:15:09.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugary fantasies of, well, sugar!</title><content type='html'>I have the most insane desire to taste sugar now. (not like i'll drown myself with a whole packet of sugar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i think of syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Hotcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OkeyDokey I'll have Hotcakes at Macs tmr morning. &amp; I'll bring Brown along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he would like the sugary taste of syrup too. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-941719262846305895?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/941719262846305895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=941719262846305895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/941719262846305895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/941719262846305895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/06/sugary-fantasies-of-well-sugar.html' title='sugary fantasies of, well, sugar!'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-4892719180740695249</id><published>2007-06-15T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:37.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jealousy, is simply just the lack of self confidence.</title><content type='html'>So it's like the sky's turning into this shade of purple blue. And before that it was just bold streaks of orange across the dull blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just observing the evening sky earlier and it changes pretty quick. I guess i've nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Celina, Daphne and Zhaozhi&lt;/em&gt; came over yesterday for the project. I think we slacked much on this one, spending our time eating away or snapping stupid pictures of each other(mainly me and Daphne, ahem) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's complete. And, i slacked alot. Shit. Sorry, will make it up to you guys. In the finalization of the project or something... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ZZ and Celina went hysterical at tagging some weird guy's tagboard. Haha! The tags were hilarious though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayeeedas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RnJ2nMp0XYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/YWxgdR4lq18/s1600-h/DSC01267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076250145783569794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RnJ2nMp0XYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/YWxgdR4lq18/s320/DSC01267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RnJ2nMp0XXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/klFKntKxoPI/s1600-h/DSC01313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076250145783569778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RnJ2nMp0XXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/klFKntKxoPI/s320/DSC01313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Daphne's off to Hongkong. Gee. Come to think of it, i didn't go overseas during the hols. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huiping&lt;/em&gt; then came over and brought the Tee she bought for Brown. Haha. It's so cute. He started biting it the moment he wore it i think. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's a hole in it now. And Huiping's off to Camp. T.T Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the gym last night. Haven't exercised for the whole hols, come to think of it. I feel like such a pig. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorta got obsessed with the fishing game at the rowing thingie machine. Whatever you call it. Was training arms. Then, it's like the faster you pull the more fishies you'll eat. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! So dumb. I'm not sure though. I'm definitely hitting the gym again soon, haha, to kill time and i'm bored and it's kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised i spent the entire morning - actually only an hour - trying to snap a shot with Brownie. I spent alot of time with him yesterday and realised that, i really like him? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, a really good friend or something. And he's so cuddly. ^^ Nice to hug when feeling alone or whatsoever i guess. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RnJ2m8p0XWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/pnwpmiOCV58/s1600-h/DSC01330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076250141488602466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RnJ2m8p0XWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/pnwpmiOCV58/s320/DSC01330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But half the time, he was trying to bite my hand off. Ugh. Now i know why my legs and arms have so many bruises. Scratches, bites and bruises. Thanks alot Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I really love Brownie. HAHA. Now i understand how Wanting feels about her own dog. I guess i feel it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-4892719180740695249?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4892719180740695249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=4892719180740695249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/4892719180740695249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/4892719180740695249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/06/jealousy-is-simply-just-lack-of-self.html' title='jealousy, is simply just the lack of self confidence.'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RnJ2nMp0XYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/YWxgdR4lq18/s72-c/DSC01267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-3541612053223384290</id><published>2007-06-12T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:37.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's make some skank vomit some food.</title><content type='html'>Yikes! I so want to blog about today and yesterday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I met &lt;strong&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt; at amk library and had her to translate my chinese homework for me. Haha! Okay, not exactly but, i got her to accompany me to borrow my chinese book for homework. (like duh. Think i'll read chinese books meh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't catch a movie so we pigged at Ichiban! Anyway Jas, don't worry about me not eating too much. I was pretty full. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jasmine is a like DDR and SSR pro man! I felt like a complete noob next to her. Haha! And before that, we were convinced that amk hub has indeed an arcade. (is there?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went around to find it. And even asked people for directions. (so malu) But in the end we gave up and went to Jubilee's. Hilarious huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came over after that and freaked out much at Brownie. Haha! We had a pretty long chat about stuff and Jas went mad at some photo. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Jasmine you meanie. We went mad at photos throughout the trip to the MRT station. 14 pictures of the same poses. HA. Imagine that. But, I still feel i look like a kid with that hairstyle. geeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rm6SZ8p0XUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/VqiCq1nLctY/s1600-h/DSC01205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075154804569038146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rm6SZ8p0XUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/VqiCq1nLctY/s320/DSC01205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And way before i met her, &lt;em&gt;Brownie almost died&lt;/em&gt;. AHHHH I freaked okay????!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. He dashed out. Made me chase him like, 0.0. Then, he almost got knocked down by cars. Gosh! I could have cried la. Truly tramatising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 12th June. &lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday my bestie友, 庄惠萍！我爱你！生日快乐！&lt;/em&gt;yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, haaha! OKAY. I shld like die or sth. Sorry for not giving you your present today. I know it sucks. Ah. I'm making this a habit. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i met her i lunched at United Square and HAHA! I caught the Pokemon Meet and Greet session! They look so ultra adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BlahBlahBlah eventually went shopping with Huiping and her sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope she enjoyed her day today. Although i kinda ruined it for her. Sorry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! This is for yooooooooou~~ You stupid lesbo. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rm6SaMp0XVI/AAAAAAAAAZc/I6RkaPILZ0o/s1600-h/DSC01012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075154808864005458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rm6SaMp0XVI/AAAAAAAAAZc/I6RkaPILZ0o/s320/DSC01012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! It's Brownie and he's on your lap then! HAHA! And if you're reading this, rmb to bring your gift for him the next time i see you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownie is so &lt;em&gt;ultra super duper cute&lt;/em&gt; huh? Heeheeheeeeee~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-3541612053223384290?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3541612053223384290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=3541612053223384290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/3541612053223384290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/3541612053223384290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/06/lets-make-some-skank-vomit-some-food.html' title='let&apos;s make some skank vomit some food.'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rm6SZ8p0XUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/VqiCq1nLctY/s72-c/DSC01205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-6971876996542981360</id><published>2007-06-10T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:37.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess we can never be as close as before.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ha. This is so nostalgic isn't it? Saturday,Saturday,Saturday. As so i kept chanting, in the years of 2006. (and no, "I prefer Fridays" was a big fat lie) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RmvGccp0XTI/AAAAAAAAAZM/6E6mzbyfUi4/s1600-h/Fridays+&amp;+Saturdays.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074367597193223474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RmvGccp0XTI/AAAAAAAAAZM/6E6mzbyfUi4/s320/Fridays+%26+Saturdays.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;although the words have faded, the drawings gone, a sense of nostalgia lingers..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess only Huiping and Benjamin knew what this meant. &lt;em&gt;Those were the days, ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gone from the table alr. Screw the person who used the stupid penknife ... *(*&amp;amp;*^£$!!!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. It doesn't matter now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to do my homework today. Gee. But yesterday's encounter with History made me stop dead from doing my SS today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. I don't plan it do it properly either. &lt;em&gt;Screw holiday work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And screw people who think they know me very well but they don't too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-6971876996542981360?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6971876996542981360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=6971876996542981360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6971876996542981360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6971876996542981360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-guess-we-can-never-be-as-close-as.html' title='i guess we can never be as close as before.'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RmvGccp0XTI/AAAAAAAAAZM/6E6mzbyfUi4/s72-c/Fridays+%26+Saturdays.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-5828288421576426262</id><published>2007-06-09T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T13:55:58.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish you were here.</title><content type='html'>We barely finished the bit of the powerpoint presentation for Geog Proj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to ZZ's house yesterday for the Proj and i would like to apologise once again for being hell late. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time stepping into ZZ's house, after years of knowing each other. Haha. ZZ! I thought your room was pretty cool! Esp. with the writtings on the wall. My mum would have murdered me and demanded a fresh coat of paint if i ever did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i wouldn't mind. My room's like a boring shade of purple. The colour of my cabients suck. It's so girly, (with horrible colour sense, which i shall not elaborate on) and i can't stand it. Ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they're heading over on Thursday and i have to do a bit of cleaning up. ooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, HP hasn't sent me any photos from the trip to Sentosa on Monday. Great, i had to screw everything up at the end. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's two people in mind when i think about Monday, one totally irrelevent to everything and one totally a brainless dick. One should just sign up for think-before-you-speak lessons and one should just sod off and reflect about one's insensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for screwing up my Tuesdays and Wednesday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is plenty of sarcasm for all. Ha. Ha. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz Jamie, you're being a bitch again. Boo ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-5828288421576426262?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5828288421576426262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=5828288421576426262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5828288421576426262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5828288421576426262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/06/wish-you-were-here.html' title='wish you were here.'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-4662144694743608478</id><published>2007-06-07T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:06:35.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is so childhood deprived.</title><content type='html'>Someone talked about dolls today. Makes me wonder about the condition of my old Barbie dolls. Haha! I know right? So odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i had this strange urge to play with them. Then i found it ridiculous to play pretend with the dolls(alone), giving them a name, then stripping them out of their clothes and dressing them up for dates or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, i couldn't find the ken doll. And they looked hideous anyway. (because i recall i only have two and they looked absolutely disgusting. and then, i prefered Barbies then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i checked them out and noticed almost all of them were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those that were left were doll clothes and the dolls that remained looked tortured and their hair with split ends. (ahah! kidding, they just look pulled and dry and.. ew.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the truth is, all my dolls are gone. Except my sister's. ( I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's worse isn't it? Darn Jo. Or darn my mother. She threw out most of them. I used to have zillions of dolls. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolls Dolls Dolls. It's boring to play alone. Well, back to feeling sad and alone again. Another of these nights, what a bother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-4662144694743608478?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4662144694743608478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=4662144694743608478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/4662144694743608478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/4662144694743608478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-so-childhood-deprived.html' title='this is so childhood deprived.'/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-5085861737262245648</id><published>2007-06-06T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:38.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RmaRl8p0XSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/4UnrtgXfa5U/s1600-h/th_dmbpjm.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072902111402155298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RmaRl8p0XSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/4UnrtgXfa5U/s320/th_dmbpjm.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RmaRlsp0XRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/arSGnUqvXC4/s1600-h/th_most-unique.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072902107107187986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RmaRlsp0XRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/arSGnUqvXC4/s320/th_most-unique.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person will need to find four people in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First person is you.&lt;br /&gt;The Second person is the one you love most.&lt;br /&gt;The Third person is the one who love you most.&lt;br /&gt;And the Fourth is the one you spend the rest of your life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, firstly you will meet with the one you love most and learn how love feels. Because you have to know how love feels before you find the person who loves you most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you have experienced the feeling of loving others and being loved, you will then know what it is you need most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you will find the person who is most suitable for you to be able to spend the rest of your life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, in real life these three people are usually not the same person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one you love most doesn't love you.&lt;br /&gt;The one, who loves you most, is never the one you love most.&lt;br /&gt;And the one you spend your life with is never the one you love most or the one who loves you most. He is just the person who happens to be at the right place at the right time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which person are you in other people's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No person will purposely have a change of heart. At the point in time when he loves you, he really loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when he doesn't love you anymore he really doesn't love you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he loves you, he can't pretend that he doesn't. Same goes, when he loves you no more&lt;br /&gt;there's no way he can pretend he loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person doesn't love you and wants to leave you. You must ask yourself if you still love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't love him anymore do not keep him just to save your pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still love him, you should wish him happiness and hope that he will be with the one he loves most not stop him from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you stop him from finding true happiness with the one he loves, it shows you already don't love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't love him, what rights do you have to blame him for a change of heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not possessive&lt;br /&gt;if you like the moon, you can't just take it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the moonlight still shines upon you.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, when you love a person, you can use another method of possessing the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him become a permanent memory in your life.&lt;br /&gt;If you really love a person, you must love him for what he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love him for his good points, and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;You can't wish for him to become like what you like him to be, just because you love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he can't change to become what you like him to be, you don't love him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you really love a person, you cannot find a reason why you love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you only know that no matter when and where, good or bad, you will wish to have this person with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real love is when two people can go through the toughest problems without asking for promises or listing criteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship, you have to put in effort and give in at times ,and not always be on the receiving end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being away from each other is a type of test. If the relationship isn't strong, then you can only admit defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real love will never become hate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-5085861737262245648?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5085861737262245648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=5085861737262245648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5085861737262245648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5085861737262245648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/06/every-person-will-need-to-find-four.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RmaRl8p0XSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/4UnrtgXfa5U/s72-c/th_dmbpjm.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-6598787523696666229</id><published>2007-06-02T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T10:32:23.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/viMCFnMR0T/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/viMCFnMR0T/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, would &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that show really rocks. The song rocks as much, but it makes me kinda emo. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The past few days have been boring boring boring. My holidays really do suck. But, it's my only time for enjoyment until the end of my chinese olevels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So i must enjoy? haha! Huiping wants to learn baking from whosoever and i would most probably be joining her. And then i'm taking yoga with her, soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And, my homework pile seems to be increasing. Oh hell, sucks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My ipod went mad today. Well, itunes. Then i uploaded everything again, from fresh. But, in a way i organised everything and it looks pretty much fine now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh. Maybe, when my life gets interesting, i'll blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; that is so just a mark. I refuse to admit it my dear. Mwahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-6598787523696666229?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6598787523696666229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=6598787523696666229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6598787523696666229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6598787523696666229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-that-show-really-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-8115488907620845543</id><published>2007-05-30T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:38.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rl1N7Jn7_YI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Z_Vg3cizycE/s1600-h/Childhood+Kisses.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070294434080095618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rl1N7Jn7_YI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Z_Vg3cizycE/s320/Childhood+Kisses.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I haven't felt emo for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths camp today was hilarious. (and sorta irritating) Adeline's gone to Beijing and i wondered if she received my late sms when she was in the plane. And Yunjia too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they weren't there and, it's boring. I think we just paid for the food (which sucked). I didn't learn anything from the camp, which sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, i got iPod ytd and she's really pretty! :D (yes, she's a girl.) I spent the whole day uploading songs and, well, I'm pretty contented. Finally huh! (: I think it's super. Thanks mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without her i feel absolutely emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-8115488907620845543?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8115488907620845543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=8115488907620845543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8115488907620845543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8115488907620845543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-havent-felt-emo-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rl1N7Jn7_YI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Z_Vg3cizycE/s72-c/Childhood+Kisses.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-5805948874374297627</id><published>2007-05-28T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:38.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RlqVKJn7_XI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZSDE6wqIHEw/s1600-h/PIC_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069528332173573490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RlqVKJn7_XI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZSDE6wqIHEw/s320/PIC_0892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss Girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;No more slacking with her, gossiping, crapping, laughing, sharing secrets, blah blah blah during cca. Wonder what i'll do when she has graduated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(mwahaha i have the photos jaaaassss, come and get ittttt.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I want to go out with you during the holidays(maybe you can REALLY ddr with me this time). HEH. You'll be so proud to see YOU right here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today i got my report book back! Shocking, not expected, but i'll get my ipod anyway. It's pretty dumb though. I got the position after so, instead of the one my mum wanted me to get so i can get my ipod.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, i'm still getting it anyway. FINALLY. It's like a very long 6 months wait. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i'll definitely start to work hard after the hols. (i hope this plan really does work, not like the rest) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met up with Huiping much later to go to RJC to collect her sis' alevel results. Wow, Raffles campus is like so wow. I'm pretty envious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We totally hionged at DDR today, almost ddr-ed like crap due to the fact my lunch was almost ... you know. And ice-skating's cancelled tmr. GEEE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder what's with Wednesday's math camp. What are we going to do anyway? ): I guess i'm gonna go. The com's starting to bore me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-5805948874374297627?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5805948874374297627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=5805948874374297627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5805948874374297627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5805948874374297627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-miss-girlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RlqVKJn7_XI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZSDE6wqIHEw/s72-c/PIC_0892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-1184204795438909926</id><published>2007-05-25T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T20:42:33.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am feeling so H-A-P-P-Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#595959" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fniceone06.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2F12-good_charlotte-broken_hearts_parade.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#595959;border:#F9F9F9;button:#3399FF;player_text:#3399FF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn right, then i'm feeling super duper GAEHY. Then i'm like going,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span colour="hotpink"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LET ME HEAR YOU SAY HEYHEYHEY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALRIGHT! NOW LET ME HEAR YOU SAY HEYHEYHO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Just bought AvrilLavigne's new album and &lt;em&gt;TheBestDamnThing&lt;/em&gt; &amp; &lt;em&gt;Contagious&lt;/em&gt; keeps playing in my head. I can't stand it! She's so girly now! Nah, but it's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my retainers! And so now i've difficulties speaking properly. And it's sorta uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get my report book today. I think i'm only getting it back on Monday. At least i don't have to go all the way to school to pass the files to Ms Yeo tmr. Right? But refusing to return us the report books are a whole load of bullshit la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was entirely pissed the whole maths period. It seemed like everything was getting on my nerves. Gee. No maths file=no report book. No english handout. Can't see what's on the board. And a whole load of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i really missed Adeline, Eunice, Zhaozhi's company in class! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. No more boring school. Holidays. But somehow, i dread it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i want is a good magazine to read everyday during the holidays! 0.o ooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bored.&lt;br /&gt;HEYHEYYOUYOU I'm really really bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I'm gonna start singing again. yay. Sian. And i just realised i haven't taken my meddy for the entire day. 0.o ohwell. I miss Huiping and i wanna go Parapara with her. blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-1184204795438909926?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1184204795438909926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=1184204795438909926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1184204795438909926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1184204795438909926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-feeling-so-h-p-p-y.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-4278698582001730812</id><published>2007-05-24T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:38.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The past few days have been excruciatingly disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting the sickly combination of stomach flu and high fever. It's pretty gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, vomiting the entire night isn't exactly desirable even if one doesn't want to go to school. I am thankful for not vomiting at all since wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But gah! I wanna learn the stupid b.theorem and catch up with the rest la. I still don't get the bloody formula. I've a whole list of stuff i wanna do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pack my table&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jump around?!? (to perspire?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do SS/maths (if i feel like it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch tons of movies! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay. Today would rock! (if the bloody discomfort of my abmuscles just goes away)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RlT7cZn7_WI/AAAAAAAAAYk/4A3XCilkEio/s1600-h/Sexy+mistake.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067951946031955298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RlT7cZn7_WI/AAAAAAAAAYk/4A3XCilkEio/s320/Sexy+mistake.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RlT7cZn7_VI/AAAAAAAAAYc/XNTlcGaBBYY/s1600-h/z86009540.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067951946031955282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RlT7cZn7_VI/AAAAAAAAAYc/XNTlcGaBBYY/s320/z86009540.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss a tooooon of a people. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And and and! THE &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK IPOD&lt;/span&gt; IS MINEEEEEEEE. (sooner or later) Yippee Yippeee! I wanted it red, but there's no red? 0.0 Ohwell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think i'll go watch a show. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-4278698582001730812?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4278698582001730812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=4278698582001730812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/4278698582001730812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/4278698582001730812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/05/past-few-days-have-been-excruciatingly.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RlT7cZn7_WI/AAAAAAAAAYk/4A3XCilkEio/s72-c/Sexy+mistake.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-8662991403211782338</id><published>2007-05-20T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:38.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will i have you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RlA_EJn7_TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JvoI_rycJCM/s1600-h/ipod.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066618921327263026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RlA_EJn7_TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JvoI_rycJCM/s320/ipod.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RlA_EZn7_UI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ierjc_rvDCs/s1600-h/qs02dl_th.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066618925622230338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RlA_EZn7_UI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ierjc_rvDCs/s320/qs02dl_th.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have to work for my own ipod. I want it PINK! Haha. What crappy conditions.. sighs. I thought that after exams i would have gotten it already but, I guess it's just a longer wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH DAMNIT. I can't live without one. (seriously) Who's gonna be with me when i'm emo and down? Obviously i'll refer to my mp3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But bloody zen. It's bloody spoilt. Gah... I don't wanna wait la. zzzzzz...Or should i just agree with that dumb condition. (no!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEE. I feel so, screwed. And i'm scared for chinese omgggg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-8662991403211782338?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8662991403211782338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=8662991403211782338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8662991403211782338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8662991403211782338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-will-i-have-you-now-i-have-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RlA_EJn7_TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JvoI_rycJCM/s72-c/ipod.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-9079829086951866443</id><published>2007-05-18T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:39.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rk2V55n7_SI/AAAAAAAAAYE/91Y37jwPtCE/s1600-h/z38960272.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065869977815088418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rk2V55n7_SI/AAAAAAAAAYE/91Y37jwPtCE/s320/z38960272.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Watch &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7714888625435282571"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; super 低级 show, if you're bored or whatever. It's frigging lame and biantai and ... it's definitely sick. I can't stop laughing. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, blogger's fine again! And there's this autosave thingie so i guess it's cool. Results are out(except for my chinese). It's so... disappointing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no guts to actually tell my mother. Gee. I think i'll wait for the chinese results before telling her my results. But, i guess i'll work hard. There's no use feeling sad about it now anyway. I'm pretty scared for.. chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. My mother just asked for my results. I haven't told her about chem... 0.0 HAHA! So retarded. But, tsk. I'll show her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, once and for all, I should stop slacking. It's better to work hard until the olevels. Because, if i don't work hard now, i'm definitely screwed. I'm gonna start after the hols? So i guess i'm gonna really enjoy the June hols. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. I guess i'll get back to the show. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I'm taking out my braces tmr! YAY! XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-9079829086951866443?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/9079829086951866443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=9079829086951866443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/9079829086951866443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/9079829086951866443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/05/watch-this-super-show-if-youre-bored-or.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rk2V55n7_SI/AAAAAAAAAYE/91Y37jwPtCE/s72-c/z38960272.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-401878960322743517</id><published>2007-05-14T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T19:17:34.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comics were super 低级, and it feels good to read dumb comics again. Haven't felt that dumb feeling in me since last year. I'm kinda sick of being emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally freaked my mother out laughing all the way home at the dumb jokes in the comic. Well, it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yeo had her moodswings again this morning. HAHA! Hilarious. The whole class of girls(or at least half) were like, "She really got menopause!" , "What's with her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she got really sensitive and went really overboard screaming at me, accusing me of arguing when i was just telling ms tan sth. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I think i'm still sorta traumatised, i mean, HELLOOOO, it was so frigging malu okay? People knew she was directing it at me. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i think she sorta hates me now because she has to catch me for my attire every morning. zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms tan should stop coming to talk to us when she doesn't want us to talk among ourselves. (glares) hahahah! I'm joking lar. I'll just have to blame it that i talk so loudly sometimes and at the wrong moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. I'll show her. (makes dumb face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about her. (lol!) The rocket thing was hilarious. Although my butt really hurted and i kept knocking at my wound(ow, but i think it's totally healed today!), but it was sorta fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although right now i'm still traumatised. -.- I know, it's dumb. Blame it that i'm suay then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna touch my sims-unleashed! WOOOO~ (and yahoo! my keyboard's back to normal again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm gonna play it! WHEE~ (or shld i play thesims2 instead?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh. Oh well. YESSSSSS. THE WHOLE HOLIDAYS OF PLAYING THESIMS REGARDLESS OF MY RESULTS! YESSSSSSS~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I'm feeling retarded again. heehaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now you must be like, omg what a drastic change in tone in entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Tooddddddllleeeeessss people. (and tmr's gonna be a another boring [and butt aching] day. booooo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-401878960322743517?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/401878960322743517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=401878960322743517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/401878960322743517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/401878960322743517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-was-super-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-4597044375009900193</id><published>2007-05-14T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T19:17:11.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-4597044375009900193?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4597044375009900193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=4597044375009900193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/4597044375009900193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/4597044375009900193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-7097927285777733265</id><published>2007-05-12T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T20:05:52.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So what the exams are over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually pretty terrifed for the results, knowing that i didn't put much effort. And, everything's so screwed. ( i feel but actually no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should totally stop with the 自欺欺人 thing. It's pretty dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohgod. I finished my vitagen. hahahaahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm what she thinks i might be, actually i think i'm far worse than that. She was right to rant about it, although it breaks my heart. I should still get her that stupid cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-7097927285777733265?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7097927285777733265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=7097927285777733265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/7097927285777733265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/7097927285777733265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-what-exams-are-over-im-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-1838285804392248150</id><published>2007-05-06T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T14:09:58.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now, just laugh at the confusion &amp;amp; live for the moment.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know i'm supposed to be studying. Anyway, i'm gonna screw Midyears. Yes i am. And i'm not enjoying one bit of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've finally started revision for chem. When chem's tmr. (snorts) And, ss is a long long long way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't read for geog. Haven't did serious revision for physics or history. Haven't practised maths. So, this is when i tell myself,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Omg, You are so screwed."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the same time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"HAHA! You deserve it. See la! Everything last minute... blahblahblah."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes you can kill me for being a lazy pile of shit. But, i have studied chem for the entire morning and my brain's dead from it now. I'm left with acids and bases and salts. (yay!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But not forgetting ss. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, til dinner i'm gonna mug like a bitch and mug again until UglyBetty shows. (finally the moment of relaxation)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This planning kinda riles but, I'm sticking to it. I wondr how my 3 other emo days are gonna be spent. All the way until Wednesday. Great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And also, i hate myself for being stupid and getting distracted by a worthless idiot. Maybe, I should just finally clear things up, and finally start acting like friends with you instead of the what-are-we? situation we've been for so so long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm tired of being the fool and i should tell you how pathetic you've been the past few months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;*yawn*&lt;/i&gt; I'm tired and it's only 2. And i only have half an hour left to enjoy, before mmugging. again. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last minute last minutes. Screw you lazy-pig-headed mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And oh yes, re add if you must: &lt;a href="mailto:demoiselle_jgcl@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;u&gt;demoiselle_jgcl@hotmail.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-1838285804392248150?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1838285804392248150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=1838285804392248150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1838285804392248150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1838285804392248150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/05/now-just-laugh-at-confusion-live-for.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-6672328267722426590</id><published>2007-04-30T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:47:20.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't know why i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.freewebtown.com%2Fkenshinng%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FTuiHou.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#6B6B6B;border:#FCFCFC;button:#0099FF;player_text:#0099CC;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#6B6B6B" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it sucks to be emo all the time. It gets boring. I hope the exams just end already! And sheesh, my motivation is still far far far from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my distractions. &lt;em&gt;*curse curse swear swear*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese sucks. How am i gonna go about reading it? My chinese is totally horrible. Physics, i-must-ace-it-or-i-will-so-so-so-murder-me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. This is stupid. I'm like, all talk and no action. So, why can't i study?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bloody hell. Anyway, I just remembered the reason i'm here to blog.&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ISLIKE,INTHEMONDAYSTRAITSTIMESINTERVIEW! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! (ps: he is still looking fresh in the LIFE! section.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;UTT UTT UTT&lt;/span&gt;! He is sosoosososososososoososososo dreeeaaamy. &lt;em&gt;*sigghssss*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i sound like a completely crazed utt-freak. But, he's hot what!(but wahlau the pic of him in the newspaper is soooo not desirable. if not i would have cut it out or sth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, his interview was pretty shocking actually. Who knew he was that sexually playful and horny and blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's my &lt;em&gt;eyecandy&lt;/em&gt; and he's gonna stay that way! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ookay. I did like shit for English Paper2 today(I think,whateverrrrr). And i'm off to read my chinese notes! And be emo again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-6672328267722426590?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6672328267722426590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=6672328267722426590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6672328267722426590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6672328267722426590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-know-why-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-4638813646798645485</id><published>2007-04-28T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:39.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My heart is an idiot. (start making it up!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm sorry. (says J, to J) I'm supposed to be on hiatus la! (dumbass) I am probably the dumbest shit on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I started listening to Jay songs again.&lt;/em&gt; Great, what's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want &lt;strong&gt;cheese sushi &amp; peppermint green tea&lt;/strong&gt;. I can hear my tummy growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am offically deemed as, &lt;strong&gt;emo&lt;/strong&gt;. As everyone is asking me what the hell is wrong with me these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;strong&gt;笨ny&lt;/strong&gt; rocks. Thanks for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to strangle my student, for fun. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(although using books to hit the head really hurts. Sorry.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;When i'm &lt;strong&gt;emo&lt;/strong&gt;, please leave me alone unless i talk to you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I think my life's fine just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Except the jaysongs part, there's definitely something wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RjNCIP8HY6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/FEXyWkCh6xU/s1600-h/z61902421.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058459515952260002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RjNCIP8HY6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/FEXyWkCh6xU/s320/z61902421.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RjNCIf8HY7I/AAAAAAAAAX8/YhZmC1nVIzI/s1600-h/z44134362.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058459520247227314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RjNCIf8HY7I/AAAAAAAAAX8/YhZmC1nVIzI/s320/z44134362.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't want to like you, damn it. zzz. Go away. &lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; (especially) you too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-4638813646798645485?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4638813646798645485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=4638813646798645485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/4638813646798645485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/4638813646798645485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-heart-is-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RjNCIP8HY6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/FEXyWkCh6xU/s72-c/z61902421.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-5823552808953295861</id><published>2007-04-27T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:40.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dumbass. Sighs. How can anyone feel so depressed, over everything? So much happened today and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It sucked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain worsed the condition of my mood. The headache came back again. It's like i can't take the noise in the library. I couldn't do my graph question. Crumpled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surds was retarded. I still couldn't get the answer. I forgot everyhitng about inverse matrices. You know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to strangle someone real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hiatus already man. Toodles til after exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; you weren't there during my weakest moment. you suck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; why do i even care who the chicken it is??!??! you suck too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RjIGoP8HY4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/8zI4O3RYUa0/s1600-h/z78860258.jpeg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058112620033696642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RjIGoP8HY4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/8zI4O3RYUa0/s320/z78860258.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RjIGn_8HY3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/gtid9eUW5f4/s1600-h/fnv0is.png"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058112615738729330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RjIGn_8HY3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/gtid9eUW5f4/s320/fnv0is.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RjIGoP8HY5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/u57ovRwBia4/s1600-h/z82685240.png"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058112620033696658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RjIGoP8HY5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/u57ovRwBia4/s320/z82685240.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-5823552808953295861?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5823552808953295861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=5823552808953295861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5823552808953295861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5823552808953295861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/04/should-i-thank-god-for-recreating-these.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RjIGoP8HY4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/8zI4O3RYUa0/s72-c/z78860258.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-2473373250781244617</id><published>2007-04-24T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:40.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Immature is a word used by people who don't know how to have fun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Ri39ZU71OhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/-UVywY-Qxwg/s1600-h/m9100009.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056976568165153298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Ri39ZU71OhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/-UVywY-Qxwg/s320/m9100009.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Ri39ZU71OgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/3L65hGz9U1s/s1600-h/z83919328.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056976568165153282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Ri39ZU71OgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/3L65hGz9U1s/s320/z83919328.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throbbing headache. Exam stress? Think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the laziest person i have ever seen in my entire life. Tsk, talk about devoting time to studying chemistry today. All i did was sleep and do my Emaths homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, well, blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog blog blog. Blogging sucks like hell now. ZzzZZZzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't study for one whole goddamn day! I just sit on my bed, and daydream. My proudest moment was the Chap2Amath test. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i spend hours. Oh hell. And today, i wasted another 3/4/2/1?? hours. I'll study chem later, but i'll die of exhaustation. Today was hell of a day. I am so goddamn bloody tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping doesn't help. My headache got worse actually. Sometimes, i wish i could sleep, and just carry on sleeping for my whole entire life. (comfy bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can ZZ be so hardworking. I'm puzzled. Well, more like i ask myself, why am i so lazy!? My afternoon was totally wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just doing senseless things like jumping and twirling around the room, banging my head on the bed/floor many times, staring at my clothes, jumping on my bed, singing to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Ahhh ha Keep your hands off my girl keep your hands off my girl ahhh ha ahhh ha but the record keeps playing this same old song-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel dumb with this song playing with my head. Yes, i am so gonna buy Good Charlotte's new album tmr. *squeals* Gotta go dig my piggy bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally downloaded the Fall Out Boy one! Got help from some kind souls. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a goddamn bloody tiring day. How many times have i repeated that? Maths test. I screwed. I think, wasted minutes by going to the toilet. -.- 4 marks gone. didn't finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4 run was heeeeeelll. Missed by seconds to my A. Sheesh. Heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was, dumb. We could have vomitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. I could faint.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy. I could bang my head on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so restless. I could sleep right here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so moodless. I could loooooooooooool. &lt;-?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick. I could vomit.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. I could cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH HUIPING!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-2473373250781244617?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2473373250781244617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=2473373250781244617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/2473373250781244617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/2473373250781244617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/04/immature-is-word-used-by-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Ri39ZU71OhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/-UVywY-Qxwg/s72-c/m9100009.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-6068610083276193321</id><published>2007-04-20T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:58:55.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you... I thought we were done, and i'm glad we are. Well, you're frigging &lt;strong&gt;irritating&lt;/strong&gt; you know that. &lt;em&gt;*snorts*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-6068610083276193321?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6068610083276193321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=6068610083276193321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6068610083276193321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6068610083276193321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-5137746553791213716</id><published>2007-04-18T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:23:41.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>从今天起，我会把华文搞好，不再让自己感到难过或失望。我要在拿到成绩单的那一天为自己感到骄傲，然后想起去年的努力和永不言败的精神，对自己想，“Yeah you worked bloody hell hard for this, and you've got it! I'm so proud of you Jamie!” （哈哈！）这是我这一辈子其中一个非常非常非常重要的考试，我一定至少要拿到个&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;！(And yes, it's chinese the sense of achievement is so much greater.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i suck.(so does my assignment, nothing can suck more than that) I took like half an hour to type that para. And wahlau, with English somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no greater sense of achievement than getting an A for chinese. It's my lifelong dream, (because i suck at it) and yes! I WILL WORK HARD FOR IT. I hope. And it has to start from normal everyday comversations! So, start talking to me in chinese you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh cultural talk. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My student cancelled on me this afternoon. Argh second time! &lt;em&gt;I hate you man and i was kind psyched on torturing you.&lt;/em&gt; Yes, i'm &lt;strong&gt;tutoring&lt;/strong&gt; maths! Even though my maths is pretty sucky too but haha! I don't know. Will take it as revision too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is speaking super long for conversation(oral) a good thing or what? The rest said i talked uber long. 0.0 HAHA! I went sorta off topic. From normal family outings to weddings and to very cool wedding photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was laughing and make dumb jokes about it. But, i totally sucked at picture discussion. And hell i was soooooooooooooooooooooo nervous. I stumbled and i can't believe i read Wednesday as Saturday. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie you dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. It's over. I hate this week and next(there's chinese oral) and next(there's chinese exam) and i fear for my compo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. I suck i suck i suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-5137746553791213716?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5137746553791213716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=5137746553791213716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5137746553791213716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5137746553791213716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/04/yeah-you-worked-bloody-hell-hard-for.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-5707919690126168497</id><published>2007-04-14T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T21:10:47.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Homecoming was off to a pretty good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know the rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you, you bitch. Now you made my plan failed like crap.(&lt;em&gt;again)&lt;/em&gt; I guess i've fallen for you pretty hard. Screw youuuuuuuuu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-5707919690126168497?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5707919690126168497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=5707919690126168497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5707919690126168497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5707919690126168497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/04/homecoming-was-off-to-good-start.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-5390086686057430207</id><published>2007-04-13T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:40.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"You can't choose what you love, &lt;em&gt;it chooses you&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rh93lGHvq9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/7aAqIwwvL_E/s1600-h/I"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052888786114948050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rh93lGHvq9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/7aAqIwwvL_E/s320/I%27ll+wait+for+you.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rh93k2Hvq8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/_XlcPE6xqt0/s1600-h/2n0j2ts_th.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052888781819980738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rh93k2Hvq8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/_XlcPE6xqt0/s320/2n0j2ts_th.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder why am I in HCL. My chinese &lt;strong&gt;SUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;, and i emphaise on SUCKS, like frigging crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the crappiest incident with the word 胶布 today. It's well, Plaster/Band Aid/Handyplast ...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was buying my monthly dose of Cleo today&lt;em&gt;(gee! the bloody sample strained almost half the pages of the mag)&lt;/em&gt; , and so i was waiting to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this elderly came up to the cashier and asked her where to get 胶布. Being malay, the cashier didn't get what the heck she was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I didn't get her either. I thought she meant, Pass up the cloth, or something. Oh god i AM a noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked if i knew what she was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elderly talked to me in chinese and guess what i ended up asking her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"什么是胶布?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's written like that la. The 胶布 word. She ended up taking out her shoe to show me. &lt;em&gt;(thank god she was wearing slip-ons)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And feeling embarrassed like crap, I was made to feel worse when the malay lady thanked me for translating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went out looking freaked out and I asked my mum the exact same question and she actually knew it was a bloody frigging &lt;strong&gt;PLASTER&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's wrong to swear &lt;em&gt;(but regardless, i do it all the time)&lt;/em&gt; but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAHLAUEH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOW COME MY MOTHER KNOW, THEN I DON'T KNOW AH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i realised my mum scored a pretty good mark for her olevel chinese. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maths test was crap.&lt;/strong&gt; Frantic at the last minute. Screwed for Question 7. Bloody careless mistake. Like hell, 8 marks gone i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry okay, i spent pratically half the day studying maths. And i was aiming for full marks for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanged out with Daffy after lunch today. Holding the banner was uber dumb, watching the rest paint. Zhanyan, Daffy and I went to paste flyers after so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A source told me about a friend's disgusting hairstyle in Sec One. And, HAHA! I totally saw the evidence from the past and laughed like frigging crap. Indeed. &lt;em&gt;*snorts*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daffy then proceeded to teach me how to play Volleyball.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha! I know i sucked, but wearing the sch uni to play is super uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally &lt;strong&gt;watched Huiping's SYF dance&lt;/strong&gt; today! The number of people erally shocked me though. They were pretty good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's homecoming tmr! Sorta, can't wait. Think it's gonna be real fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-5390086686057430207?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5390086686057430207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=5390086686057430207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5390086686057430207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5390086686057430207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-cant-choose-what-you-love-it.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rh93lGHvq9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/7aAqIwwvL_E/s72-c/I%27ll+wait+for+you.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-1359641755118878849</id><published>2007-04-11T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:01:09.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There's nothing to do but to stay by him and be there for him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that, i'm pretty contented&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fhsm.unliketheworld.net%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FAshley%20Tisdale%20-%20He%20Said%20She%20Said.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#656565;border:#FFFFFF;button:#3399FF;player_text:#3399FF;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#656565" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm feeling really good. And that's something i haven't felt in months. Oh these terrible months. Hm! Huiping and I seemed to have our personalities switched.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, this change seems refreshing. She'll get over it. Someday.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm kind of psyched up for English Oral! I'm wondering how the conversation will go. Sounds pretty fun! HAHA! However, I'm not psyched for picture discussion. No experience in it, think i will suck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think i'll get pretty nervous, again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hear there's no chinese oral. True or not? I really hope. Worse, I heard there's chinese picture discussion. WTF! This is so untrue right! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think i'll just flunk the whole thing. I can't speak chinese, fluently that is. I pause and hesitate at every frigging word. Gah! Whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, enough about oral. GEEEE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday always seems to be a depressing-yet-enlightening day for us. No cca today, but cca tomorrow, a maths test on friday, tuition later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm kinda just updating for the sake of doing so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-1359641755118878849?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1359641755118878849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=1359641755118878849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1359641755118878849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1359641755118878849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/04/theres-nothing-to-do-but-to-stay-by-him.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-3742840592958022014</id><published>2007-04-10T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:40.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You don't have to make a decision.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yay! glad not. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RhuPoGHvq7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/G8P8qXd9n7E/s1600-h/th_z59954948.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051789326026779570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RhuPoGHvq7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/G8P8qXd9n7E/s320/th_z59954948.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RhuPn2Hvq6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Q478WEUycTk/s1600-h/14.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051789321731812258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RhuPn2Hvq6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Q478WEUycTk/s320/14.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt like blogging. I wonder how am i going to survive the Amaths chap2 test on Friday. Wednesday and Thursday's occupied with cca. Geeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i don't understand a shit. I'm gonna mug for it laterrrr, so as for the Emaths one tmr. Geeee. Who has two maths tests in the same week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's another one next week. I totally don't get what she's teaching now though. Just blindly taking down notes, mind in lala land. Geeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bloody heelll. Midyears. How terribly horrifying. And to make matters worse, THERE'S FRIGGING ORAL!?!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak. I dread Chinese. Chinese essay writing all that cheena crap. I don't know why Eunice likes Chinese. She was dreading the english oral whilst me, dreading the chinese. We were making a fuss over it this morning. hAhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's absolutely no chance in retaking the bloody stations thing. Gah. Don't give a damn anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that, I suck. In all my subjects. English, Chinese, History, SS, Geog, ... yeah. These. The rest i'm sorta fine. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mug mug mug. I ant to give maths tuition! I am a pro! HAHAHAHAHAH! -.- that's bullshit. i'm feeeeliiinnngg &lt;strong&gt;peculiar &lt;/strong&gt;agaaaaiiinnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go bang my head on my maths textbooks. heeeehheheheheheHawwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;toodles!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-3742840592958022014?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3742840592958022014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=3742840592958022014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/3742840592958022014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/3742840592958022014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-dont-have-to-make-decision.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RhuPoGHvq7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/G8P8qXd9n7E/s72-c/th_z59954948.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-3532595831708033920</id><published>2007-04-09T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:17:58.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brownie stared at me while i was eating again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always does that. Remember the last time he did that when i was tempting him with biscuits. So i was just sitting there munching them slowly so as to tempt him, he just sat and stared up at me, as though telling me I-want-that-too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he got teary eyed. Oh gah! Scared the hell outta me. So i went to his food bowl and fed him abit. He, well, ate and polished the whole bowl when i pushed the whole thing to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he was that tempted. I feel so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History test was .... . Throbbing headache after and before. Got worse after i hit myself hard on the head with my maths textbook. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bloody hell those inconsiderate assholes. Hope they flunk their mid-years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bloody hell to you too.Yeah yeah i know it's gonna turn out like crap, i had enough of your disgusted comments, yeah, i have more disgusted comments to receive. Aiya, know what, don't like, shut up and design a new one next year. Just dont put me a part of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the disappointment for the back of the class tee. So it's all one colour now because we're rushing. And sorry for the impulse on choosing that particular colour. I mean, it's considered a class effort on that but yet, it seemed to go down in the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope it's actually alright. And gah, I'm actually scared at something i'm pretty good in. Inclined PUs. Scared no strength. HAHA! My straight As seem like a distant dream. I'm no good at jumping lar. geee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache's back again. Gah. Why did i have to retype this whole bloody thing. So dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-3532595831708033920?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3532595831708033920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=3532595831708033920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/3532595831708033920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/3532595831708033920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/04/brownie-stared-at-me-while-i-was-eating.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-7588420927158589579</id><published>2007-04-09T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:09:54.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wish the day that i can't be bothered on whether you exist in this world arrives sooner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Hell whatever i've typed is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-7588420927158589579?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7588420927158589579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=7588420927158589579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/7588420927158589579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/7588420927158589579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wish-day-that-i-cant-be-bothered-on.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-5682928926336163389</id><published>2007-04-02T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:03:44.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/NwReWh0A69/aus=" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One day i'll make it up to you. (If i have the chance to.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been days since i last blogged. I'd say, there's nothing interesting going on in my life and even though it is, it's gonna be private. Duh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now I'm thinking of how badly i'm going to perform tmr. 5 stations! Eunice and I are going to try and work hard to get straight As! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She seems discouraged. As long as we do our best. I've a bad feeling i'm gonna suck at SBJ and SR. I guess i'll try. I think it's kinda fun. HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes, Daffy if you're reading this, I think you're thinking too much lar you dumbass. HAHA! It seems perfectly fine or either that, she's a pretty damn good actress.(which i strongly doubt)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boyohboy. I had not idea how sports day turned out but, i don't really care anyway. I posed for Zhaozhi's medal today. Gave the thingie(the medal) a skeptic look. LMAO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It looks really pretty yeah zhaozhi? You lucky girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday. It was pretty cool. erm, HAHA! I guess so. But, i'm being such an idiot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was totally dyyyyyinngg during lessons today. Oh gosh, thank god for Chem(SPA)!OHMYGAWD it was uber uber fun! (and gossiping with Yunjia during chinese tdy)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had to wear safety googles and Eunice says i look like a housefly. I made the POP sound with the lighted splint! &lt;strong&gt;I DID IT MYSELF!!!&lt;/strong&gt; It's so fun. But i was afraid of pouring acid on myself. 0.0&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today's so restless and tiring for me. Hope tmr's gonna be better! (yes, without looking around for you.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Byebye sinful act. I'm so over it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And to &lt;em&gt;Pearlene&lt;/em&gt; if you're reading this, I've never blamed you and I was just pissed at something else. Don't worry about it. Sorry if i sounded as if i wanted to kill you or something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It wasn't directed at you anyway. Ha, so forget about it okay. I mean, if the class hates it, gee, they can design another one next year without me helping out. Haha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-5682928926336163389?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5682928926336163389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=5682928926336163389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5682928926336163389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5682928926336163389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-day-ill-make-it-up-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-905532483984692521</id><published>2007-03-29T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T21:55:33.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's crazy to drag the tests all the way to next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i would rather much have my inequalities test yesterday then next week! Oh bloody hell there's three tests next week and two the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me, do you find life in this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snorts Seriously, what frigging life is this! Well, i think it gets worse when you're older. I worry hell much. About my common tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i admit i do not pay attention during lessons and normally just stare at the teacher or doodle in my notebook. Someone please stab me because i understand nothing about climographs, the whole chap of forces and coordinate geometry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esp Climographs i think. Gee. I want to bang on my head on the wall so hard and call myself stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hell, I don't bloody care about class tee anymore, they can choose colours that clash with my design for all i care. I don't give a damn, if they use a shit colour, might as well NOT use my design. And for sure, i'm not buying a crappy weird colour class tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i didn't smile at all for an hour. I guess it's kinda weird and that was totally random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately want to strangle someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would just sit there for literally hours waiting for some sign of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some sign that maybe he was thinking of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would make the littlest things into the biggest deals &amp; I would just wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; then when I finally did see him, I wouldn't bring myself to say hey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was like I was trying to prove to him that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm stronger now &amp; I don't need him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;There really was a time that I couldnt concentrate on anything but him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;He controlled me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hardly ever saw him or even talked to him for what seemed eternity&lt;br /&gt;but he still controlled my every breathe, my every thought, my every emotion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was like he was living inside of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;there was nothing I was capable of doing to get rid of him&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would cry &amp; pray that i'd let him go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;but&lt;em&gt; something in me wouldn't bring myself to say goodbye.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I knew&lt;em&gt; I was never going to be able to go an entire day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;without wondering how he was doing or what he was thinking of. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But what he was thinking didnt matter cause I knew that deep down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He wasnt thinking of me&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; even if he was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it didnt mean anything anymore.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;He had proven to me without a doubt that he didn't need me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; if it was the last thing I ever did, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was going to prove to him, without a doubt that I didn't need him either.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-905532483984692521?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/905532483984692521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=905532483984692521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/905532483984692521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/905532483984692521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-crazy-to-drag-tests-all-way-to-next.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-8235032711317969978</id><published>2007-03-26T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:41.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rge8w5sbvdI/AAAAAAAAAUw/wlW-7JA-9jc/s1600-h/Dancers2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's frigging irritating to have 4 tests this weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Good Luck to me and the rest of the peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a terrible week thinking about class tee design. I hope they prefer a tee/jersey. Polo's gonna be dreaded due to humid weather. Now i only hope that the signatures of all wouldn't be ruined. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhaozhi must hate me because i haven't replied to her letters for the whole week. &lt;u&gt;I'm sorry Zhaozhi.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'll reply you one by tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate the fact that i am so so bloody lazy. Even ZZ says i look so FREE all the time. Oh gee. I MUST. BUCK UP! oh blah no motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday came a big shock to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RgfAVJsbveI/AAAAAAAAAU4/YHltvvaPefU/s1600-h/DSC08406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046213377104002530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RgfAVJsbveI/AAAAAAAAAU4/YHltvvaPefU/s320/DSC08406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Brownie. Makes you want to eat it don't cha! He's like the cutest thing on Earth! *swoooooooon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so photogenic! And i conclude he suffers from Depression. Sorta. haha! So, I thinking of his full name! Chocolate Brownie? Double Fudge... OMG I am hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lights up my day. :D He slept on my lap today! &lt;strong&gt;HE IS SO SO SO CUTE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; although i almost murdered him on the first impression ahem..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiping and AnQi came over to see him today. Hp even knocked his head with a tennis ball. Poor Brown. (I call him Brown, just for short. Like Mr Brown eh?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I have another thing to obsess over now eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i have to type zz's letter now and i shall shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ANOTHER PICTURE TO MAKE BROWNIE SWOON-WORTHY&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RgfAVZsbvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-OblhzHQUYM/s1600-h/DSC08409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046213381398969858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RgfAVZsbvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-OblhzHQUYM/s320/DSC08409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He's just aborable right! (say he's so or i will MURDER YOU like i almost did to him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehheh. Good night everybodaaaahee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe, it's a good thing. It's really up to you... you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;People only talk shit out of jealousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;They hate the fact you've got something they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-8235032711317969978?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8235032711317969978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=8235032711317969978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8235032711317969978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8235032711317969978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-frigging-irritating-to-have-4-tests.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RgfAVJsbveI/AAAAAAAAAU4/YHltvvaPefU/s72-c/DSC08406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-8571804634916467720</id><published>2007-03-21T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:41.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Logarithms wasn't that hard after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except i lost 7marks i think. AHEM. Oh how could i not know! Gee! My mind was filled with scenerios i witnessed during recess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That shameless techniques of flirting with him grows on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she had to do that in front of me! Well, i've never witnessed them doing such a thing before and this is the first and there, I'm pissed/angry/hurt/flabbergasted/so-into-swearing ...etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i glared. At them. Omg! i can't believe i even glared at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never really liked her at all. Sheesh! And tsktsk! Stupid desperado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... At least the day ended off with a great big smile on my face. I've sorta waited for it for a very very very long time. &lt;333 I think Huiping got her scenerio acted out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEE! So i was smiling smiling smiling the whole afternoon! Whoppee-doooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liying is a horrible woman. She was stalking Wanting and I for 5mins today! Bugging and nagging. HAHAHA! Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RgEmFJsbvcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/muKgt2W3Y74/s1600-h/Lust+in+the+movies.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044354927575154114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RgEmFJsbvcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/muKgt2W3Y74/s320/Lust+in+the+movies.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RgEmE5sbvbI/AAAAAAAAAUg/P6YPI9sb9rg/s1600-h/color21.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044354923280186802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RgEmE5sbvbI/AAAAAAAAAUg/P6YPI9sb9rg/s320/color21.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank god. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8649492710783549151-8571804634916467720?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8571804634916467720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=8571804634916467720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8571804634916467720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8571804634916467720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/03/logarithms-wasnt-that-hard-after-that.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RgEmFJsbvcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/muKgt2W3Y74/s72-c/Lust+in+the+movies.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-2792670194527727337</id><published>2007-03-18T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:11:00.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have you ever felt lost about what you want to do in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's all sorts of things i want to try in life. All sorts of different jobs. I have many interests in many areas but, I have no idea what i really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll stick to my greatest passion. I do regret not listening to my mother when i was younger. About building up a strong foundation of vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. I suck at vocab now. I guess i'll have to salvage the situation, starting now. It's better than not trying at all, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when i give up when i feel that i cannot do it. It's rather disappointing somehow. Yes, i'm thinking about a very hopeless situation. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that i want to take both Lit and Geog. One for interest. One for usefulness in life. Why did i even switch over, now i wonder. It's sorta late now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly admissions are growing each year. It's nice to know that teens KNOW what they want to do in life already, and they're aiming for it, but sad to know that studying is no longer an interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you might stare at my words and go like, "WTF! Studying an interest? You've gone bloody bonkers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeah, It's not EXACTLY an interest, because it seems like you're FORCED to study, FORCED to sit for all the tests, people expecting to KNOW more when you know it's totally useless in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that it's sorta fun filling up your brain with what happened in the past, what's this thing about in your body, what's with calculations that measure this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's definitely a chore to memorise it isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't think i should go on. Perharps I'll read this post tmr and laugh at how i felt today. Especially i'm the type who's bloody lazy to study and spends her time, well, just wasting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. So im back to thinking about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, why am i running away from something. Jamie you bloody coward. You're just gonna wait and make your stand and leave the scene and that's all. Just go on waiting... and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to wait. I know. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least, as the minutes tick by, I know it's gonna be minutes nearer to the time to make the truth known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm psycho. I need a doctor. HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. Back to .... whatever. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-2792670194527727337?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2792670194527727337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=2792670194527727337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/2792670194527727337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/2792670194527727337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/03/have-you-ever-felt-lost-about-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-6815770094966015201</id><published>2007-03-17T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:41.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It's one day left to enjoy the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it doesnt seem like a holiday. So i'm back from Thailand. Somehow, i'm not psyched to be back. Life seemed so much easier travelling and shopping and eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, Thailand was my ticket to escapism, now that i'm back, the huge word "Reality" slaps me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to wear my really-high slippers there but my mum thought i was nuts. She went like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What! You're wearing that! Later ppl bomb you you cannot run then you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Crap. She was wearing slippers too. So i sorta rebutted and acted pretty seh about it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the Budget terminal. The condition kinda sucks. But it looks pretty hip and funky. The night flight to Thailand was not that bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, i thought the airport didn't have a bookshop. So i was all panicky and everything because, i really wanted to buy my magazines. Then i decided to sue the airport or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah i'm totally kidding. But relieved that once i checked in, the bookshop was there. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping and eating in Thailand was a pleasure. Canyou believe i was feeling tired and sleepy at the time of 8.30pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sleep was just, TERRIBLE. Kim and I were so hooked on Disney Channel that we slept way way way late. *snorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! Now i know why my mother forbids subscription to SCV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's so horrible that i laid my head on the table to rest during lunch today. Yes, i didn't eat for lunch and you know why? I was SLEEPING while everyone was eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i slept after brekkie. AHHHHH!~~~ Well the bloody thai channel didn't have shows in ENGLISH! We resorted to watching Noddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a stupid bloody show. It's like, in the middle of the show he starts singing. And they get involved in the parade with no one watching except a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder how parents tolerate watching such crap with their children. It makes no bloody sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rfvd4kwH-cI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/e2PfpVtod8M/s1600-h/DSC08145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042868171779340738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rfvd4kwH-cI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/e2PfpVtod8M/s320/DSC08145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rfvd40wH-dI/AAAAAAAAAUY/-1OwlW3XAJY/s1600-h/DSC08061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042868176074308050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rfvd40wH-dI/AAAAAAAAAUY/-1OwlW3XAJY/s320/DSC08061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yes i am so tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-6815770094966015201?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6815770094966015201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=6815770094966015201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6815770094966015201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6815770094966015201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-one-day-left-to-enjoy-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rfvd4kwH-cI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/e2PfpVtod8M/s72-c/DSC08145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-588371801382473776</id><published>2007-03-15T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:42.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RfjYQ0wH-ZI/AAAAAAAAAT4/vPIguI_J478/s1600-h/z73702769.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042017566391269778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RfjYQ0wH-ZI/AAAAAAAAAT4/vPIguI_J478/s320/z73702769.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The weather's sorching hot today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm carving for a huge tub of &lt;strong&gt;Chucky Monkey&lt;/strong&gt;. Ahh. Then i'll sit by my window, turn on the air conditioner, eat and ah... bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't occurred to me that I haven't finished packing for the trip. And okay, I'm gonna try. I'm gonna try to finish my chemistry and ss today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave maths and history til i come back. Or just history. Whatever. Ah, homework homework. I wonder what it will be like when it's the June Holidays. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yesterday was super tiring!&lt;/span&gt; Camp itself was tiring. Sorta. The obstacle course thing was the best! Cos our grp got FIRST! HAHAAHHA! ohwhatever. I wonder how we fared in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had to find our grp members through the blindfold game. HAHA! Then Wanting and I were moo-ing to attract our fellow grp members. Can't see! And it's super alaf! Kept poking and bumping into ppl, the moo-ing part was just, super retarded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh! I had chem lesson then. OMG!&lt;em&gt; I SO MISSED ADELINE!&lt;/em&gt; It's weird not seeing her for such a super duper long time. And Daffy! She had her VB thing. Suddenly, i can't wait to go back to school. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And then i could see him too. HEEHEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND! HUIPING! I SAW 小明！&lt;/strong&gt;Nah, i wasn't excited. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Wanting and I went out to do the SimpleSimon game thing. Jasyeo was like, "I AM XUEQIN! I AM XUEQIN!" HAHA! Super alaf. She was like high-ing herself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esther sorta saboh-ed me to do the Banana dance. 0.0 I rather do the moo-moo dance or whatever it is. lol! lucky they end the game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I guess camp was alright.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at least i saw saw saw saw people whom i was dreading to see! ohgod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RfjYQ0wH-aI/AAAAAAAAAUA/6HiFSp9JcAU/s1600-h/z8421368.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042017566391269794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RfjYQ0wH-aI/AAAAAAAAAUA/6HiFSp9JcAU/s320/z8421368.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RfjYREwH-bI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cIvt-Eh_QvQ/s1600-h/th_15heww2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042017570686237106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RfjYREwH-bI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cIvt-Eh_QvQ/s320/th_15heww2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was wondering, hey zz &amp;amp; jasyeo! Did you guys actually bathe in the boys toilet ytd!? HAHAHA! Ohwell. I'm gonna go. Toodles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So it was like yesterday, when i realised that.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really wanna be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's just that seeing you from afar just makes me happy already.&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/8649492710783549151-588371801382473776?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/588371801382473776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=588371801382473776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/588371801382473776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/588371801382473776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/03/weathers-sorching-hot-today.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RfjYQ0wH-ZI/AAAAAAAAAT4/vPIguI_J478/s72-c/z73702769.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-245983544478623740</id><published>2007-03-12T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T19:04:24.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had Maths lessons with Huiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the days sitting with her crapping about almost everything. But, we were a tad bit mad at the moment and talked really loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh. Boring day. Sorta. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel violated and blahblahblah. HA! I'm over it already. Arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went jogging in the hot hot sun! I was trying to suffer from stroke. I think i'm bonkers. Well, the panting and all that made me feel... kinda good. One round, 7mins! And i have no idea how big the round is but it's kinda big. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH! I just ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran until i felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man i always seem to run like this when i'm feeling like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to nap. But i couldn't. So, i packed! (it kinda rhymes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my camp and thailand-trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. i have no idea what to blog about anymore. I'm going to go pig out and eat and watch tv and talk on the phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And study later. booooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-245983544478623740?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/245983544478623740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=245983544478623740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/245983544478623740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/245983544478623740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/03/had-maths-lessons-with-huiping.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-6455780593244906263</id><published>2007-03-12T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T07:47:36.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Call me a idiot because i'm up blogging at 7.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get back to sleep. Im meeting Huiping later at 8.30. uhuh. Like, why do i seem excited? Im just one big weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just going back to school sheesh. For some log thing. Whatever. It scares me because, &lt;strong&gt;WHY DOES IT AFFECT MY SLEEP?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conclude i am going to be a very sleepy person later. Hmm i have a urge to watch a movie. Oh well oh well. Jamie you stupid baka. Now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a stupid retard who can't sleep at night. You nocturnal creature! NOOOOOOO!! Maybe i shouldnt. Because it would make me the fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so stupid Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 possible reasons why i cannot sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have insomina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I giggle too much while trying to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am most certainly not human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am a Dracula in making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have this ultimate fanasty on Logarithms. (Like wtf and no way and ew!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am in love with the math teacher that i sososo cant wait to see him tmr. (EW)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am sexually aroused while trying to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am sosososo excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I DO NOT HAVE SEXUAL THOUGHTS. ATALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Or just so that, I can't wait for the dawn of tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-6455780593244906263?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6455780593244906263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=6455780593244906263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6455780593244906263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6455780593244906263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/03/call-me-idiot-because-im-up-blogging-at.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-6920981165060309432</id><published>2007-03-09T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T21:33:39.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;人往往失去了才懂得珍惜。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was thinking about it. How i used to delete all my saved messages at a go. When everything didn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw that sms. That was sent by Zhaozhi. So, i told myself, not to take you for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a few months back. I found out how true the phrase was. Isn't it an irony? That people take things for granted then regret when they lose them? It's all too late anyway. And, I don't really give a damn now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It never meant to go any further.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, you need not hear my rants about O.P anymore. It's over. I sucked. No comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA kinda sucked. Was teaching the Sec1s. Then was staring at the papers and tittles and looking at the pile of books. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, dinner! lol! Played gooseberry with JasmineYeo and Benjamin. I felt damn extra! Never tagging along again. And, ... ooo. nvm! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they seemed to be like stalking me lar! (lol! naaah) I saw them again at the bus stop after dinner. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky. Then that Benjamin looked damn kiampa. Like Billy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I am bloody tired from cca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;your that guy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the one no matter how many more guys i go through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'll always have a thing for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I think huiping would like this! &lt;strong&gt;X)&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-6920981165060309432?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6920981165060309432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=6920981165060309432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6920981165060309432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6920981165060309432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-i-was-thinking-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-1284764942877454100</id><published>2007-03-08T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:42.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The homework pile today is enormous. So i went like, "Wtf!" Yeahhhh. I don't even know how to do Physics. Not a single question. Haven't been listening during lessons. Gee. SS not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, THERE'S ORAL PRESENTATION TMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that i dread dread dread public-speaking? I'll get reaaaaaally nervous. Then i stumble over my words and break out into a cold sweat or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, I might jst pee in my pants tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. I just had a sumptuous dinner and I have to temptation to lie on the bed and go to sleep. But, oh wow, there's tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i need to buy quite a number of stuff too. Gees-Golly-wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stares* Sometimes i read my previous posts and wonder if i'm really retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I do not look forward to the March Holidays. At all. Full Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in a funny situation when there's so many boring tedious things to do but yet I'm just sitting there wondering what to do about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Re_mioEdFtI/AAAAAAAAATo/0IIGmOoMzg0/s1600-h/z30872331.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039499990596916946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Re_mioEdFtI/AAAAAAAAATo/0IIGmOoMzg0/s320/z30872331.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Re_mi4EdFuI/AAAAAAAAATw/pfyyJeDANFM/s1600-h/z22636365.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039499994891884258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Re_mi4EdFuI/AAAAAAAAATw/pfyyJeDANFM/s320/z22636365.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's so unfair that there's cca tmr. I mean, seriously. WHAT THE HELL! LIKE NOBODY HAS CCA ON FRIDAY! Okay except US and the GB ppl as heard from Celina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY! The night of the start of the March Hols and I'm stuck in school! Or afternoon. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's such an ironic statement because i just talked bout not looking forward to the holidays. Just eliminate the piles of homework given and I'll be screaming and shouting and counting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, adding the projects too. Chinese News reporting. Like WTH! Who even does that? And the whole world knows that i cant carry out a single proper chinese sentence feeling comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I. Cannot. Speak. Chinese.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why why do i not speak the language well! Why didn't anyone speak to me in chinese in secondary school! WHYYYYY!!!! WHY SPEAK TO ME IN ENGLISH? Okay, this is retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. And i'm taking os this year. I tell you, it's gonna be a real miracle if i get an A for my chinese. I swear i swear i swear i'm gonna be floating all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, i have to work hard. And the problem is, I'm still not working hard! Why doesn't anyone motivate me to work hard! HUH HHUHU HUHUHUHUHUHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is getting ridiculous. Byebye people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you know that feeling when you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;about to get on a rollercoaster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yeah, you make me feel like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-1284764942877454100?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1284764942877454100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=1284764942877454100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1284764942877454100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1284764942877454100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/03/homework-pile-today-is-enormous.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Re_mioEdFtI/AAAAAAAAATo/0IIGmOoMzg0/s72-c/z30872331.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-8933605948576517234</id><published>2007-03-07T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T18:52:57.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah. Finally! My preparation for OralPresentation is complete! I've spent the whole afternoon doing it. Although i took a short 30min nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i want to rest my tired eyes from staring at the com, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Chemistry homework. And I need to read up on History since there's extra lesson tomorrow. Oh it ends at 3.15pm. Oh great great great joy joy joy. Right. Bloody hell. But I better be thankful that it's the last time i'm going for english tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renkai's quitting too. haha. But, I guess I'll probably... not miss the class. haha! If i feel that my english is horrible then i shall join tuition again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that whatever i blog about is a complaint of overdose of homework. Or how tired or emo i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid. Because in my everyday life. The shit and jokes I create make no sense. NO LINK. No bloody link. Yeah, that's why i flunked my essay question right... Gee, these words make such an impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my haircut sucks. The hair's too bloody thin lar. Lack of volume. And it's weird. The fringe... need i say more? I'm gonna pin it up to school. oh yay oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had stomach cramps today so went home after recess. Thanks MsTan for ordering my carving for HotMilo whenever i have grastics(or maybe cramps) and bringing me to the sickbay and filling that disgusting looking hotwater bag thingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! It's a miracle. I felt better when i got home. Then, there's no cramp. :D And for this, i also got outta cca. ohhhhh bliss man. Well i dedicated my time to the Oral Presentation thing.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's so hard to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when you love the one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that makes you weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-8933605948576517234?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8933605948576517234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=8933605948576517234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8933605948576517234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8933605948576517234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/03/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-3154815890835901131</id><published>2007-03-05T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:51:11.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just blogging for the sake of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Since it's March, you know, a new month and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i always sound so emo in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well, DO I SOUND EMO IN MY BLOG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzz. I'm heading off to the National Library later.&lt;br /&gt;Then, i'm going to cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Hope it doesn't turn out into a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go flip the hair magazines there for fun later.&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long...&lt;br /&gt;Since i've last cut my hair. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like OMG!&lt;br /&gt;SS test today was horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to complete the bloody thing.&lt;br /&gt;And my hands were aching. Well, sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i don't wanna do Oral Presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Hairstyles of the 60s and 70s.&lt;br /&gt;Would you even be interested to listen to that topic?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't seem to appeal to guys though.&lt;br /&gt;There better not be any -.- situations.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god oh god oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm sorta running late for our appointment.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe, not yet. I think i better shoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about you,&lt;br /&gt;I guess we're better off without each other&lt;br /&gt;since it's such a tough decision to make our feelings clear.&lt;br /&gt;And then again, I've told myself that for months.&lt;br /&gt;And, there's something about this whole thing that makes me kinda scared.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just stop thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;because it just bloody drains my mood and i would like to feel sth new after all that mths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be better, for a change.&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;But obviously, those are just words.&lt;br /&gt;You know i'll never really do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, what the hell am i talking about?&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My theory is that maybe, if I keep my distance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you'll start to miss me. But so far, we're just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;growing farther apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-3154815890835901131?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3154815890835901131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=3154815890835901131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/3154815890835901131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/3154815890835901131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-just-blogging-for-sake-of-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-964775304822583297</id><published>2007-02-28T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:29:02.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've just eaten a whole box of chocolates.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy for the awaiting of my pimple breakout.&lt;br /&gt;Soon. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel emo everyday.&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad, but true.&lt;br /&gt;And you know why, It's because of... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;It's been months. Then, I decided that I didn't wanna do this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Then i realise that,&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling myself that for months.&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a totally hopeless thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out as sheer determination.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it faltered.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still not over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. My willpower sucks.&lt;br /&gt;HA. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn you Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;How dare you sit with him to eat during recess!?!&lt;br /&gt;You know, that moment, I really wanted to knock your head.&lt;br /&gt;And say something senseless so as to get his attention.&lt;br /&gt;(Like, act that stupid Naruto book scene.)&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;It's a stupid thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I don't know I was like so nutty over it.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm a pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, Why am I blogging such senseless irrelevent things about my life&lt;br /&gt;when i shld be studying fo my indices test!&lt;br /&gt;And I shld be completing SS reflection thingie.&lt;br /&gt;And I shld be searching about the topic for OralPresentation&lt;br /&gt;Because it's my turn on Wed!&lt;br /&gt;And I shld be updating my EMATHS file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, what the hell are you doing in front of the com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;waiting for him to come online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is senseless and stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-964775304822583297?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/964775304822583297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=964775304822583297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/964775304822583297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/964775304822583297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-just-eaten-whole-box-of-chocolates.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-4766626691319373127</id><published>2007-02-26T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:42.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/ReLY7diLEpI/AAAAAAAAATM/yUf_tAG4TGw/s1600-h/b47401558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035825849405477522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/ReLY7diLEpI/AAAAAAAAATM/yUf_tAG4TGw/s320/b47401558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kill me so I die young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-4766626691319373127?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4766626691319373127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=4766626691319373127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/4766626691319373127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/4766626691319373127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/02/kill-me-so-i-die-young.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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/_i9Ez0sekFd0/ReLY7diLEpI/AAAAAAAAATM/yUf_tAG4TGw/s72-c/b47401558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-2626087831296804028</id><published>2007-02-24T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T17:29:26.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what the bloody hell is wrong with me these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being a frigging bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Talking way too much.&lt;br /&gt;And too much critism.&lt;br /&gt;Every sentence that comes out offends someone.&lt;br /&gt;And, you know, it just comes out.&lt;br /&gt;And i keep using the word Bitch to scold a random person.&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I always do that, but I'm over-overusing it now!?&lt;br /&gt;And that's really wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. I'm sorry to whoever I offended these days.&lt;br /&gt;I probably didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;because it's probably a at-the-top-of-my-head thing.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe not to you because you're constantly trying to show me&lt;br /&gt;that you're really close to whoever and whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;And are you like trying to ruin our relationship by bombarding weird senseless questions at whoever?&lt;br /&gt;You know, I don't even want to ASK such questions and you think i want to know&lt;br /&gt;which i don't!&lt;br /&gt;It's none of your bloody business.&lt;br /&gt;You may think you're oh-so-helpful but in fact, back off&lt;br /&gt;because you're actually making it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, You've always been a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please! What's to be jealous about?&lt;br /&gt;Have some confidence about yourself duuuuuhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Like i'm sooo into him like you are.&lt;br /&gt;And you make it sound like i am, which i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;I should shut up.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;wear it like makeup; heavy and strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-2626087831296804028?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2626087831296804028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=2626087831296804028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/2626087831296804028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/2626087831296804028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dont-know-what-bloody-hell-is-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-8713916314287940625</id><published>2007-02-20T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T19:43:16.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's back to school tomorrow and i am sooo not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pointless to blog about my everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;Because, seriously, nobody cares.&lt;br /&gt;Well, except me of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person who would really care about the archives&lt;br /&gt;and blahblahblah,&lt;br /&gt;would be, ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, did i mention being Secondary 3 sucks?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Tests and tests galore.&lt;br /&gt;You might as well go pull your hair out and create some bald spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about my rants on my pathetic life.&lt;br /&gt;This year's Chinese New Year wasn't that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i didn't stuff myself with chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my G. I didn't!&lt;br /&gt;Might as well go jump around the whole house.&lt;br /&gt;Lost my craving for 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the taste of the dry pastries make me gag.&lt;br /&gt;And for a particular reason i prefer stuffed pineapple tarts&lt;br /&gt;to the ones that have pineapple paste on the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh boy oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo frigging proud to announce that i haven't touched coke for months.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE, WOOOOOOOOWWWWW?&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Korea really did change my appetite for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, hell WHY am i talking about FOOD? *scoffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a complete bitch now if you'll excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then again, I think i'll stop blogging now because i feel that it's pointless and my life is sadly, in fact, boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-8713916314287940625?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8713916314287940625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=8713916314287940625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8713916314287940625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8713916314287940625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-its-back-to-school-tomorrow-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-1231052110187366225</id><published>2007-02-15T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:22:16.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Yet i have to settle her gift thingie.&lt;br /&gt;And then, ... I feel like i'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So emo.&lt;br /&gt;So empty.&lt;br /&gt;So... i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye is itchy.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help rubbing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, here I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Take me or leave me but decide quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't have time to wait for something that won't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-1231052110187366225?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1231052110187366225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=1231052110187366225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1231052110187366225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/1231052110187366225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-7804092826917003964</id><published>2007-02-14T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:42.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"No one can tell you what love is, you will know simply when you feel nothing else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Daffy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031373365133077842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RdMHaxEebVI/AAAAAAAAASc/yDWpZPSfB40/s320/DSC07308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-7804092826917003964?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7804092826917003964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=7804092826917003964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/7804092826917003964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/7804092826917003964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-one-can-tell-you-what-love-is-you.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RdMHaxEebVI/AAAAAAAAASc/yDWpZPSfB40/s72-c/DSC07308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-5532263198321481220</id><published>2007-02-12T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:43.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZZ! Your pictures are so bright!&lt;br /&gt;And i look like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RdBbghEebOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZTj_4Wre1tw/s1600-h/PIC_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030621397963926754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RdBbghEebOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZTj_4Wre1tw/s320/PIC_0501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030622699339017458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RdBcsREebPI/AAAAAAAAARE/3zfOpBQCSCw/s320/PIC_0502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030621385079024802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RdBbfxEebKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/PmPC9RSR2BU/s320/DSC07146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030621385079024818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RdBbfxEebLI/AAAAAAAAAQk/H9ZSOpLfnxM/s320/DSC07160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030621393668959426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RdBbgREebMI/AAAAAAAAAQs/nLy0xylB8PA/s320/PIC_0540.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030622720813854002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RdBcthEebTI/AAAAAAAAARk/FPztY2Rya5I/s320/PIC_0575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-5532263198321481220?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5532263198321481220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=5532263198321481220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5532263198321481220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5532263198321481220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/02/zz-your-pictures-are-so-bright-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RdBbghEebOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZTj_4Wre1tw/s72-c/PIC_0501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-8068145801083942648</id><published>2007-02-11T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T20:49:34.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Sometimes, I just wish someone would take the time to go past my sarcasm, my loud mouth,my smiling face, my grades &amp;amp; my remarks to see a part of me that few have ever seen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333 size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i slept all the way til dinner after tuition.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm just burying my face in the chem tb&lt;br /&gt;in preparation for tmr's chem test.&lt;br /&gt;Retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;I hate tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I want Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Because, that's when my tests end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;I am typing with my cheek sticking on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i doze off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-8068145801083942648?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8068145801083942648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=8068145801083942648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8068145801083942648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8068145801083942648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-i-just-wish-someone-would_2742.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-937082041356768685</id><published>2007-02-07T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:02:36.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aiya, this is sooooo boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think blogging everyday is soooo retarded.&lt;br /&gt;And, i totally don't feel like blogging right now.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna jump around and sing a song.&lt;br /&gt;TRAAALALA~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Boooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Hilary Duff's new song is totally RAAAD.&lt;br /&gt;With love.&lt;br /&gt;I think she's gonna release her new album,&lt;br /&gt;some sorta soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go listen to it &lt;a href="http://chrono2300.imeem.com/music/zkqbjqSM/with_love_high_quality/"&gt;HEREEEE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so frigging rad okaaay.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, you can sing it along too!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm feeling a tad crazy here. aheeem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WITH LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't mind you telling me what's been on your mind lately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't mind you speaking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know sometimes I can be all wrapped up and into me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can be in such a rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just slow me down, slow me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tell me tomorrow everything will be around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just slow me down, slow me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're the one who keeps me on the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Baby, you can be tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Say enough is enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You can even be blunt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just do it with love, love, love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You can tell me I'm wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That I'm coming on way too strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Don't think I'd be crushed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just do it with love, love, love, love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just do it with love, love, love, love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just do it with love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can take your honesty, all your words sway heavenly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Listening to you all the time I wanna be there for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the way you've been there for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Always help me walk the line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And slow me down, slow me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know you will always be around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Baby, you can be tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Say enough is enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You can even be blunt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just do it with love, love, love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You can tell me I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;That I'm coming on way too strong&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'd be crushed&lt;br /&gt;Just do it with love, love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this trying to find we know each other&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've been leaning on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you baby that&lt;br /&gt;You're right, you're right&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong, you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe people know your song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Baby, you can be tough&lt;br /&gt;Say enough is enough&lt;br /&gt;You can even be blunt&lt;br /&gt;Just do it with love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;You can tell me I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;That I'm coming on way too strong&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'd be crushed&lt;br /&gt;Just do it with love, love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;Just do it with love, love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;Just do it with love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Physics rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eating Malt Candy on one stick saves the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Playing with it makes me feel retarded.&lt;br /&gt;This post is like, frigging random.&lt;br /&gt;It's like one moment i'm crazy about the song,&lt;br /&gt;One moment i wanna talk about V day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Yunjia, Evon and I made a list of what we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Which is frigging long. We managed to squeeze everything on one page.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! I think V day's gonna be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think getting aheeeeem to sing a song for me seems.. heeh.&lt;br /&gt;*nudges huiping*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And V day seems to be a perfect day for pranks.&lt;br /&gt;Like you can send 100 roses to someone.&lt;br /&gt;Eg: erm, You send 100 to this person called A. Then, you write from A. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHA! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice should probably start looking for her v day gift&lt;br /&gt;from her stalker in the dustbins.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's stuck on her butt.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People People!&lt;br /&gt;Get me one of those wine glass with wine instead of seeds and chocos.&lt;br /&gt;Or buy balloons and float away into the sky to amuse me!&lt;br /&gt;Or get 100 roses and place them on my table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and i want them red, i don't like the other colours)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Godiva chocolates loaded with cherry wine in them!&lt;br /&gt;Or CANDLEEEEEEEESSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;No lar, these suggestions are ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;so don't even bother reading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just gimme a hug on Vday and i'll be happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jasyeo! I want a C____ lookalike performance on Sat!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Hiking on sat.&lt;br /&gt;Sure fun right Zhaozhi!&lt;br /&gt;Cos the monkeys will chase Jas until she falls off the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling crazy agaiiiinnn. zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;It is tad, seemly, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-937082041356768685?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/937082041356768685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=937082041356768685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/937082041356768685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/937082041356768685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/02/aiya-this-is-sooooo-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-9220679966215703219</id><published>2007-02-06T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:02:02.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I haven't seen you smile to me for ages."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it. I think.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me such a freak.&lt;br /&gt;Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths test today was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have enough time at all.&lt;br /&gt;A sure flunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Geog tmr better be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tests, Troubles, Heartaches, Heartbreaks, sighs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-9220679966215703219?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/9220679966215703219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=9220679966215703219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/9220679966215703219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/9220679966215703219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-havent-seen-you-smile-to-me-for-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-8789620984169122668</id><published>2007-02-05T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:46:27.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jamie is a freak today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps daydreaming about certain things that would never happen.&lt;br /&gt;She smiles to herself like she did in a few mths back.&lt;br /&gt;She laughs out loud to herself while walking home.&lt;br /&gt;And such weird behavior happens rarely.&lt;br /&gt;One word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, it's been happening to me for many mths&lt;br /&gt;And i only think about it now.&lt;br /&gt;It's fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, It's probably just a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you're-thinking-too-much-and-it's-gna-be-over-tmr&lt;/span&gt; thing.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, it's freaky to bump into someone&lt;br /&gt;whom you only heard of the name&lt;br /&gt;but you've never talked to for the past years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap outta it man.&lt;br /&gt;You're fantasizing , and that's like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EWWWWWWWW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chokes in disgust*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Amaths test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me the best people&lt;br /&gt;because i barely made it a good mark in my last one&lt;br /&gt;and it was just so disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh. Wish me luck for Geog too&lt;br /&gt;because the subject is gonna kill all my brain cells&lt;br /&gt;and i'll probably have another horrid pimple outbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vday seems so fun because making gifts is so uberduperwooper &lt;strong&gt;FUNFUNFUNFUN&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm feeling queer.&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/8649492710783549151-8789620984169122668?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8789620984169122668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=8789620984169122668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8789620984169122668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8789620984169122668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/02/jamie-is-freak-today.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-5276499627196476729</id><published>2007-02-04T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T18:40:36.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last night was humiliating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry for those senseless stupid smses i've sent to a hell load of people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm gonna die because, I've sent around 50.&lt;br /&gt;0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;50's probably &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt; to you people.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not when you have only &lt;em&gt;400 smses free per mth&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My plan sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just sending 50smses.&lt;br /&gt;It's about WASTING 50 smses.&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what's done is done so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Last night my cousin got hitched.&lt;br /&gt;And they had this wedding dinner thingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see the bride doing her makeup and hair!&lt;br /&gt;Which is uber frigging awesome.&lt;br /&gt;She has this wig thingie to make her hair thicker.&lt;br /&gt;So i was staring in awe at how the makeup artist professionally did her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty upset.&lt;br /&gt;Because most of my relatives didn't recognise me at the first glance.&lt;br /&gt;It was only then they looked again and they went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG! I DIDN'T RECOGNISE YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my stupid cousin aka bridegroom didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Gee.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons given were like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You've grown &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;taller&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You look different."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked taller because i was wearing heels duhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;And i probably look different because i wasn't wearing my specs&lt;br /&gt;and that i've bun up my hair or sth.&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeesssssshhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the atmosphere was uber cool!&lt;br /&gt;Because they had photo slideshows for what happened in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;And the photos look awesome!&lt;br /&gt;It looked so inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna go snap some wedding photos for someone's memory too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they uploaded photos to the computer super duper fast!&lt;br /&gt;I was featured too!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, me making faces at my cousin for not recognising me.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The stupid thing is that,&lt;br /&gt;I got really tipsy at my 4th glass of red wine.&lt;br /&gt;And i woobled as i walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt thought i couldn't balance on my heels. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then i started ... sending weird senseless embarrassing smses to ppl.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing was i was perfectly fine&lt;br /&gt;but just felt tired and yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. Bad experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe effects of the alcohol from last night.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gna die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-5276499627196476729?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5276499627196476729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=5276499627196476729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5276499627196476729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5276499627196476729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-night-was-humiliating.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-7357174166855260352</id><published>2007-02-02T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T20:44:55.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#111111" flashvars="id=1&amp;filepath=http://sweetpassion.free.fr//radio.blog.2.5/radio.blog/sounds/Mariah Carey- We Belong Together.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#111111;border:#E5E5E5;button:#ECECEC;player_text:#C5C5C5;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Let the mind games begin. I think i'll lose. Duh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling low.&lt;br /&gt;My maths results sucked.&lt;br /&gt;I've never in my life made so many careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;A total of 7 i think.&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. This is always what happens&lt;br /&gt;in all my first test of maths for the year.&lt;br /&gt;So i shan't have high hopes for the rest of the subs either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics test today was okay.&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was CCA welcome party for the sec1s today.&lt;br /&gt;Boring as usual.&lt;br /&gt;We went to KFC to buy Jasyeo and Liying &lt;em&gt;coleslaw(sp?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the party cos they were vegetarians.&lt;br /&gt;They hated it because they seemed to have a disgusted expression&lt;br /&gt;when they were eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeahlar. It tasted bad.&lt;br /&gt;Zhaozhi and I had to run around to deal with the food thingie.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tan helped us in mixing the drinks.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS TOO SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;And she still said she was pro in it.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end HweeYin and I had to go wash some stinky canister from the SL room.&lt;br /&gt;We had alot of trouble washing it.&lt;br /&gt;Hell, it was sooooo retarded man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all drank up to the drink anyway.&lt;br /&gt;AHEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have soooooo much to do?&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel a need to type it here to realise how many things i have to do.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so first, I have to do my Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;My Maths.&lt;br /&gt;My Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;My History.&lt;br /&gt;Class Tee Design Thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have to revise Geog.&lt;br /&gt;And AMaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wanna watch She's The Man on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. And.. I don't know. LALALA~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-7357174166855260352?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7357174166855260352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=7357174166855260352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/7357174166855260352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/7357174166855260352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/02/let-mind-games-begin.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-5356878929132485225</id><published>2007-01-31T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:10:04.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"If you love something, let it go free and if it comes back to you, it's yours to keep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School's hectic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to retype my whole english thing like now.&lt;br /&gt;Rush on the class tee designs.&lt;br /&gt;I have no bloody inspiration and i don't think i can make it to the duedate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And start revising for History and SS.&lt;br /&gt;And also for the Physics test on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I don't understand a shit from Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;because it's so hard to keep awake during his lessons.&lt;br /&gt;And for the Speed Velocity thing for Physics.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not confident about A MATHS.&lt;br /&gt;And reckon that i will flunk my next test on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it a miracle that i try to blog everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Although it's seriously a bloody waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because i don't think of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why the hell am I still blogging damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-5356878929132485225?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5356878929132485225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=5356878929132485225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5356878929132485225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/5356878929132485225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-you-love-something-let-it-go-free.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-6406763376263522445</id><published>2007-01-30T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:44.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"There are many things i would like to say to you, but i dont know how."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i change my blogskin?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy. I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been really tiring for me lately.&lt;br /&gt;And i have crazy drastic mood swings&lt;br /&gt;which really freak me out sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just take it one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;and let yourself feel good with any progress that you make."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025799323064250482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rb8520OksHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pJyoUlzum7k/s320/th_z60455199.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so frigging emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i made a hilarious discovery today.&lt;br /&gt;And it kinda sucks because the effects of disgust is wearing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, you look &lt;em&gt;just like her&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you fell for her in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-6406763376263522445?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6406763376263522445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=6406763376263522445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6406763376263522445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/6406763376263522445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/01/there-are-many-things-i-would-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rb8520OksHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pJyoUlzum7k/s72-c/th_z60455199.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-3500488510783460898</id><published>2007-01-29T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:19:16.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#111111" flashvars="id=1&amp;filepath=http://www.herlife.org/radio.blog/sounds/Jessica Simpson - I Belong To Me.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#111111;border:#BBBBBB;button:#D7D7D7;player_text:#C2C2C2;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love don't mean changing who you are to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who somebody wants you to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was alright.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to say it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;And there's no homework.&lt;br /&gt;More reasons to smile.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bloated.&lt;br /&gt;Not from dinner but from lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling very emo.&lt;br /&gt;And i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling random.&lt;br /&gt;Because i have nth btr to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-3500488510783460898?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3500488510783460898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=3500488510783460898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/3500488510783460898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/3500488510783460898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-dont-mean-changing-who-you-are-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-8277545871687238783</id><published>2007-01-28T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:45.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This week's seemly borrrring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine came to my house yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;And didn't spend enough time with me. ):&lt;br /&gt;And took my phone and started sending my pics to her phone. )):&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to do our homework and study TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;but, ... ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;As long she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a neglected friend.&lt;br /&gt;Oh what the hell i AM a neglected friend.&lt;br /&gt;*scoffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how to do physics homework. OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;I should totally listen in class damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna study my geography later.&lt;br /&gt;To make up for the unstudied topics for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;Stupid boring day.&lt;br /&gt;Tuition was retarded.&lt;br /&gt;So was the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, I'm at Square2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! I rock huh.&lt;br /&gt;But from Friday it dropped from Square 6 to Square 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's Square0 - Square10.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to never make it to Square 0 because that wld be the end of MOI.&lt;br /&gt;And Square10's the final stage&lt;br /&gt;where i break free from the rope,&lt;br /&gt;or find the scissors to cut or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;And square 0 is where i get pulled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;So right now i'm struggling to get to Square10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buck up on your willpower Jamie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Bullshit theory.&lt;br /&gt;Ya all don't even understand. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside to skate again today!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Skating makes me frustrated and sad.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like skating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lar. Because i look like unbalanced and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Then i came to knw about the.. THINGIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey JasmineL, if you're reading this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna give you a bigggggg hug on Monday when i see you okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS: I'm gonna add in a kissie tooooooo. :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nah. EWWWWWW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling pretty mad ya see.&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeeeh. I'm gna come up with retarded designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025031584775188306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rbx_mkOkr1I/AAAAAAAAALY/OQt8rYZJFhE/s320/DSC06846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025031589070155634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rbx_m0Okr3I/AAAAAAAAALo/yf0vKZ52W_0/s320/DSC06869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025031954142375906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rbx_8EOkr-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/qgMV7MTQEqo/s320/DSC06916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025031954142375874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rbx_8EOkr8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RWhWloXCOP8/s320/DSC06914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025031593365122946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rbx_nEOkr4I/AAAAAAAAALw/8z4A2gOOjNM/s320/DSC06898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025031593365122962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rbx_nEOkr5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZJAUhlKkOCw/s320/DSC06905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025031954142375890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rbx_8EOkr9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/XLpQcDcFQeI/s320/DSC06915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025031949847408562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rbx_70Okr7I/AAAAAAAAAMI/lzzmkoDMRbI/s320/DSC06910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025031589070155618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rbx_m0Okr2I/AAAAAAAAALg/nCoL_FFC-Kk/s320/DSC06862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-8277545871687238783?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8277545871687238783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=8277545871687238783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8277545871687238783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8277545871687238783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-weeks-seemly-borrrring.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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/_i9Ez0sekFd0/Rbx_mkOkr1I/AAAAAAAAALY/OQt8rYZJFhE/s72-c/DSC06846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-2557699741051920100</id><published>2007-01-27T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:45.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We all might just get skin cancer one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024571357554585410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RbrdB0Okr0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/hQSrvROTVTU/s320/DSC06700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024571357554585394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RbrdB0OkrzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6WVGFUIjOEE/s320/DSC06696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024571353259618066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RbrdBkOkrxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aR3yzzl09QY/s320/DSC06690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024571353259618082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RbrdBkOkryI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZCva93sUGl8/s320/DSC06691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Adeline wrote "GAY! XD" on my arm on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;And i had to go for the sec1 induction after so.&lt;br /&gt;So embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;At least they didn't ask about my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108 guys kept asking about porn in the library.&lt;br /&gt;And i had to go, "There's no porn here lar DAMNIT!"&lt;br /&gt;Even the teacher didn't like stop them or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after so, i realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sec1s are taller than me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.0 I'm ruined.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about the miseries of being not so tall.&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-2557699741051920100?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2557699741051920100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=2557699741051920100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/2557699741051920100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/2557699741051920100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-all-might-just-get-skin-cancer-one.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RbrdB0Okr0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/hQSrvROTVTU/s72-c/DSC06700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-6504515185732642302</id><published>2007-01-26T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:40:41.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jamie&lt;/span&gt; you suck you know.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;REALLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm sinking.&lt;br /&gt;Like i'm sitting on the ground&lt;br /&gt;and the Earth opens up and sallows me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or like i'm on a volcano. (wth)&lt;br /&gt;and then the lava/magma sucks me in.&lt;br /&gt;then i die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or like i'm in a boat.&lt;br /&gt;then a wave sweeps me away.&lt;br /&gt;all the way to hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahlau! Why your thinking so retarded one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh blah! I feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. What shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid shit.&lt;br /&gt;Pffst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;For the third time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lol bullshit lar you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-6504515185732642302?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6504515185732642302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=6504515185732642302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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get what you want, but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-From Coldplay "FixYou" lyrics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-8093416079197488558?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8093416079197488558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=8093416079197488558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8093416079197488558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8093416079197488558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-you-try-your-best-but-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-9062669541099324436</id><published>2007-01-23T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T19:24:30.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#111111" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fim0tep.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FChristina%20Aguilera%20-%20Fighter.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#111111;border:#BBBBBB;button:#D7D7D7;player_text:#EAEAEA;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is an absolute bore.&lt;br /&gt;It's so boring that it puts me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just blogging for the sake of blogging.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-9062669541099324436?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/9062669541099324436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=9062669541099324436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/9062669541099324436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/9062669541099324436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-is-absolute-bore.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-644619822142315875</id><published>2007-01-21T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:45.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RbNGvew33SI/AAAAAAAAAIA/aTJ-7AcSZas/s1600-h/DSC06661.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese tuition turned out to become a snack session.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon i've gotten like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8Fruit Pluses, 4mentos and 5旺旺雪饼 biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's gonna be like that every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i gonna contribute to the snacks too.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to some housewarming party.&lt;br /&gt;Hanged out a while before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;I swear i was suffering from a mild heatstroke.&lt;br /&gt;The weather's so bloody hot.&lt;br /&gt;And now it looks so gloomy. ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the weather cooled down abit,&lt;br /&gt;Jolene and I headed outside to skate. (yes actually, skate.)&lt;br /&gt;It's been bloody months since i picked up the skates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022435795269049650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RbNGvuw33TI/AAAAAAAAAII/adv8mD9bx2E/s320/DSC06667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't look as pretty as it is now.&lt;br /&gt;Well look at it, see how it's full of scratches and the wheels are like, yellowish.&lt;br /&gt;EWWWWWWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my bloody brake.&lt;br /&gt;And it's very sad because the only stop i know&lt;br /&gt;how to do is the Heel Stop.&lt;br /&gt;And my brake sucks.&lt;br /&gt;So, it's impossible for me to brake.&lt;br /&gt;Unless i slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the space outside is bloody small.&lt;br /&gt;I skated really fast just now and just, well.&lt;br /&gt;Fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i didn't bang into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least i wasn't like my sis who collided with the&lt;br /&gt;"SHOWHOUSE" signboard outside the new hses for sale.&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First she hugs the board.&lt;br /&gt;The board falls.&lt;br /&gt;She falls.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiya!&lt;/em&gt; I just suck at skating.&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-644619822142315875?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/644619822142315875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=644619822142315875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/644619822142315875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/644619822142315875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/01/chinese-tuition-turned-out-to-become.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9Ez0sekFd0/RbNGvuw33TI/AAAAAAAAAII/adv8mD9bx2E/s72-c/DSC06667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649492710783549151.post-8121910156097830574</id><published>2007-01-20T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T20:43:34.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Where the heck is my SIMS2!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to rmb who i've lent it to.&lt;br /&gt;Damn you if you haven't returned to me since 2006.&lt;br /&gt;I want it back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bombarded with homework.&lt;br /&gt;HEEELLPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone should watch Girls Out Loud!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;But i always forget to watch them on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i watch it on YouTube!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even aware that guys use&lt;br /&gt;the Wanna-buy-a-HDB-flat-with-me method&lt;br /&gt;to actually propose to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think Sg guys were OKAY&lt;br /&gt;but, this doesn't seem to..you know.&lt;br /&gt;How sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll like reject the guy if he uses that proposal method to me.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHHAHAAHHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so full of crap.&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I'm off to go watch the esps i've been missing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-8121910156097830574?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8121910156097830574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=8121910156097830574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8121910156097830574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/8121910156097830574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/01/where-heck-is-my-sims2-i-cant-seem-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-104355150245655984</id><published>2007-01-16T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:19:33.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why is everyone's blog filled &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with a very sad and makes-people-depressed chinese song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHYWHYWHY!&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm getting sad too.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be updating much lately.&lt;br /&gt;Because i have absolutely no mood to.&lt;br /&gt;And that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have no mood to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please stop whispering behind my back and give me oh-so-innocent looks.&lt;br /&gt;You're disgusting you know that.&lt;br /&gt;And it gets on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;If you have something to talk about to me&lt;br /&gt;then just tell me straight in the face you fag.&lt;br /&gt;Stop being so gullible and have your own way of thinking&lt;br /&gt;and stop accepting other's words and totally agree with them&lt;br /&gt;yet you're not even in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i thought you were my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And anyway, i think you're absolutely pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-104355150245655984?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/104355150245655984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=104355150245655984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/104355150245655984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/104355150245655984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-is-everyones-blog-filled-with-very.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-2362899670989164925</id><published>2007-01-15T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:02:02.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#242424" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.bse-clan.org%2FphpBB2%2Fradio.blog.2.5%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FAvenged%20Sevenfold%20-%20Bat%20Country.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#242424;border:#BBBBBB;button:#C5C5C5;player_text:#C6C6C6;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like who cares man.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;heehaw i'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to interact with our Sec1 class today.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty fun, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;We were all getting high there but the Sec1s went like, zzz.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I'm off to do maths homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm ignoring your rants at me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, it's really none of your business anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that, you don't know what really happened.&lt;br /&gt;You know, i'm kinda hurt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I despise people like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-2362899670989164925?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2362899670989164925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=2362899670989164925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/2362899670989164925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649492710783549151/posts/default/2362899670989164925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/2007/01/like-who-cares-man.html' title=''/><author><name>JAMIE-GOH:]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032059480904003332</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-8649492710783549151.post-1867228016156571482</id><published>2007-01-14T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:41:18.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#040404"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Ftsaiderong.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FJason%20Mraz%20-%20Geek%20In%20The%20Pink.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#040404;border:#BBBBBB;button:#DBDBDB;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long she stops on the ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm glad i'm feeling normal again :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i was pigging out again,&lt;br /&gt;and then i thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;Then, i got hungry.&lt;br /&gt;And then i wasn't anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Funny isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i laid on the bed and thought about how my week would be.&lt;br /&gt;BORING that is.&lt;br /&gt;Then i thought about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So disgusting isn't it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He doesn't like me. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-1867228016156571482?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1867228016156571482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=1867228016156571482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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run my life enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop threatening me about him&lt;br /&gt;because you're making me feel like shit,&lt;br /&gt;and stop thinking that i'm lying to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shut the hell up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and your stupid menopause.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've had enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-897197067807043055?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/897197067807043055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=897197067807043055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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all?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Saturdays and Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;I pig out soooo much.&lt;br /&gt;Then i feel guilty about it.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Huiping and some others after tuition this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We DDR-ed, rather embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;Then they headed to play lan.&lt;br /&gt;Just sat there, and stared.&lt;br /&gt;And stared.&lt;br /&gt;And stared...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649492710783549151-8615538771122776896?l=the-overdramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-overdramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8615538771122776896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649492710783549151&amp;postID=8615538771122776896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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