<?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-8827683</id><updated>2011-12-07T06:50:26.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mel's =]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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guys are painting his and his sister's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for dinner later. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;co sucked as usual. but it isn't as bad as having the instructor there.&lt;br /&gt;he's gone back to china.&lt;br /&gt;yay at least for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-113576501650798799?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113576501650798799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=113576501650798799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113576501650798799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113576501650798799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-im-at-daiyus-house-entertaining.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-113558732572706109</id><published>2005-12-26T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T22:57:38.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i slept for twelve hours straight. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't sleep at all until last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i said i was at uncle melvin's house.&lt;br /&gt;slacked, listened to music, sat around, talked,&lt;br /&gt;drank vodka till my face went red/pink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i swear i suck at drinking.&lt;br /&gt;played worms 3d with daiyu while they were downstairs having brekkie.&lt;br /&gt;haha, i got trashed. i suck at games too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched many episodes of jackass while downloading king kong only to realise that it wasn't satisfying to watch it on the computer, so we decided to go to lido to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;that was at about 12plus in the afternoon and we were all spacing out and everything.&lt;br /&gt;daiyu, mitchell, gavin and i were the only ones left.&lt;br /&gt;joel, aldie, yixiang and chinhan left in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;dy wanted to go watch with us but at the last minute his mum called him to go eat out with her!! oh man. so in the end, we went to lido.&lt;br /&gt;gavin didn't watch with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought the 5.50pm show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the earlier time slots were all full!&lt;br /&gt;sorry, hsinrui!! couldn't go to your christmas party!!&lt;br /&gt;ate at burger king and had coffee at starbucks for caffeine to keep us awake.&lt;br /&gt;it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;saw this funny guy with lots of balloons on his santa hat walking around.&lt;br /&gt;the best part was he wasn't working or anything! it was just for fun!&lt;br /&gt;i'll put up the picture LOL.&lt;br /&gt;watched king kong and at first we were all dozing off and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't control!!&lt;br /&gt;after it got more exciting, i managed to keep awake.&lt;br /&gt;at the last part, it got so sad!!&lt;br /&gt;i cried. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that i was scanning the theater.&lt;br /&gt;and i was surprised by how few people,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe even just women alone, could just &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; cry.&lt;br /&gt;that's weird.&lt;br /&gt;got home at almost 1020pm.&lt;br /&gt;phew. long day. was so stoned by then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-113558732572706109?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113558732572706109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=113558732572706109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113558732572706109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113558732572706109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-slept-for-twelve-hours-straight.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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align="left"&gt;am at melvin's house to hang. had family dinner just now. then headed to grandmother's house to wait for twelve midnight to get my pressies! i love opening presents. whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-113545604945413857?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113545604945413857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=113545604945413857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113545604945413857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113545604945413857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-everyone-am-at-melvins.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-113524896427333380</id><published>2005-12-22T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T18:56:04.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-113524896427333380?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113524896427333380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=113524896427333380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113524896427333380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113524896427333380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/12/thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-113483713788305667</id><published>2005-12-17T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:32:18.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for dinner and supper with joel, mitchell, daiyu, gavin and alyssa.&lt;br /&gt;ate kaya toast for dinner and roti prata for supper.&lt;br /&gt;so full!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been pretty down these few days..&lt;br /&gt;i can hardly get to talk to him anymore these days.&lt;br /&gt;his phone is not with him,&lt;br /&gt;he's not always online,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether he's busy or out or free,&lt;br /&gt;i can't get to see him either..&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even think he even bothers to read this blog anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8827683.post-113461333655599083</id><published>2005-12-15T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T10:22:16.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back!!&lt;br /&gt;actually, i got back yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing to say,&lt;br /&gt;china was effing cold.&lt;br /&gt;especially beijing!!!&lt;br /&gt;didn't see much over there. our tour guide for beijing was bad.&lt;br /&gt;she didn't explain much about the place&lt;br /&gt;and kept talking on the bloody phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our tour guide for kaifeng, zhenzhou and luoyang was super.&lt;br /&gt;she could recite peoms, proverbs, china history,&lt;br /&gt;the emperors' names, the concubines' names, the generals names and bla&lt;br /&gt;AND the periods of the dynasties without getting mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;she had lots of stories to tell about every place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our tour guide for xi'an was pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;at least she was helpful and sociable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was oily and salty, still nice though. but it was the worst in beijing.&lt;br /&gt;so was the service.&lt;br /&gt;we could be struggling with the teapot trying to serve tea and the waitress standing directly behind our table can yawn?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't do much shopping.&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing nice to buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i don't really feel like blogging right now.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-113461333655599083?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113461333655599083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=113461333655599083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113461333655599083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113461333655599083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-back-actually-i-got-back-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-113341900746549325</id><published>2005-12-01T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:52:01.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got back from joel's advanced birthday chalet. haha&lt;br /&gt;had lots of fun! we laughed till our stomaches hurt.&lt;br /&gt;hsinrui and i got there at around 9pm&lt;br /&gt;they were just about on their way to go to the food court to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;joel, dy, aldie, bulu, chinhan, rasheed, bear, lao, yixiang, rachel, chermain, wendy and azura.&lt;br /&gt;vivienne and claire were there too so i hung around with them while hsinrui accompanied her dad.&lt;br /&gt;hsinrui, vivienne and claire had to go home at 10, and they abandoned me there. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;decided to stay over since i had nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i got back to the chalet, i realised that i was the only girl who was gonna stay over!&lt;br /&gt;but thought i'd just stick around like an extra haha&lt;br /&gt;after chermain and the other girls left.&lt;br /&gt;mitchell and gavin came over after that, and it was almost twelve!&lt;br /&gt;so they did the birthday bash, some pipi song thingy, pour ice and water and used the party ribbon spray which was &lt;em&gt;cold&lt;/em&gt; on joel hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i just sat there and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;after joel bathed, we started talking about ghost stories.&lt;br /&gt;lao suggested we go to the red house since it was so nearby and explore it.&lt;br /&gt;we walked there and were travelling in pairs.&lt;br /&gt;felt pretty freaked out since it was so chilly.&lt;br /&gt;met a group of people with torchlights and borrowed it from them. haha&lt;br /&gt;they were friendly people.&lt;br /&gt;we all had to climb over a gate to get inside the house.&lt;br /&gt;it was so scary and high up! gavin had to carry me down the gate hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;but inside was nothing much so we came out quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;that group of people were waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;as we were coming out, they suggested we take cabs down to och and explore it together.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know whether to follow or not, but in the end, i did.&lt;br /&gt;dy, aldie, bulu and yixiang didn't tag along, they went back to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a cab down to changi village.&lt;br /&gt;my god. the homos there were totally.... &lt;em&gt;ewewew&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, we stopped for the toilet at one of the coffeeshops then made our way to och.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;damn&lt;/em&gt;. that place was &lt;em&gt;ten &lt;/em&gt;times freakier. eerie.&lt;br /&gt;went in and although i didn't see anything (thank god), i certainly felt that i was extra chilly in there.&lt;br /&gt;mitchell was my so-called "partner" and i was practically quietly freaking out over there.&lt;br /&gt;he had to calm me down ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;we climbed about five stories but since it was about almost 3.30am, we thought we had better stop there and get out of the place.&lt;br /&gt;went we got out, we went to sit at the pavement nearby and they smoked and talked about whether they saw anything.&lt;br /&gt;gavin did. rasheed got scared in there because he saw gavin's face go all pale. lol.&lt;br /&gt;mitchell told me about all his scary experiences on the walk back to the coffeeshops. haha&lt;br /&gt;the guys bought some food back to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we finally reached the chalet, we talked about what happened there and some other stuff. gavin and lao told us about some stories in the army which were hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;they left after that. we started playing card games.&lt;br /&gt;first was heart attack. the cards kept getting squashed because of the rush haha&lt;br /&gt;second was where two cards are given and see who got the smallest number, that person would have to drink some vile mixture.&lt;br /&gt;curry soup, chicken soup, chipsmore cookies, ice lemon tea, orange juice, prawn crackers.&lt;br /&gt;mix some here and there haha yuckkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;i got to drink a few different mixtures like almost five to six times!!&lt;br /&gt;but dy, rasheed and bulu got it the worst!&lt;br /&gt;joel got his own mixture in his first and last round haha&lt;br /&gt;after that we tried to watch a bit of tv but we were bushed and went up to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;it was cold! and i got the whole bed hahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;i felt so bad! five guys squeezed onto a small mattress on the ground. oops.&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up, which was two hours later, chinhan and rasheed headed up to the room to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;before that, they were sleeping on the chairs downstairs and suffering from lao's snoring.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't hear a thing but they said it was extremely loud and had a rhythm to it.&lt;br /&gt;then they kept making fun of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checked out at 1030. we were like walking zombies.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to walk to the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;but just as we were walking there, it started to rain.&lt;br /&gt;so we walked bsck tot he shuttle bus area and waited.&lt;br /&gt;when a bus finally came, it was so packed.&lt;br /&gt;so we waited for the next one to come.&lt;br /&gt;but we waited for close to an hour and still not bus was gonna pick us up.&lt;br /&gt;the rain had stopped so we walked to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;took a bus to the mrt and boarded the train back.&lt;br /&gt;walked home with dy, joel, chinhan and rasheed.&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired. only two hours of sleep&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'm late for my four hour tuition.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-113341900746549325?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827683.post-113302172552692211</id><published>2005-11-27T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T00:15:25.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a whole week since i last updated. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so.. i'm going off to china on the 5th of december for eight days.&lt;br /&gt;which means i'm coming back to singapore on the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i have co practice on the &lt;strong&gt;14th&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;why can't you just let me skip &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; pathetic lesson??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways&lt;/em&gt;, i have been shopping for winter clothes these few days and so far, there haven't been many nice ones.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna freeze my ass off over there with the lack of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;heard it's &lt;em&gt;butt&lt;/em&gt; cold.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to beijing, guangzhou and xi an.&lt;br /&gt;well, that's according to what was on the schedule that was faxed over which was all in unsimplified chinese.&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah, i couldn't read the rest of it. how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with my &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;sweetie&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;despite him being &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; late, i was still happy! :D haha.&lt;br /&gt;watch the exorcism of emily rose.&lt;br /&gt;it was really interesting!&lt;br /&gt;reached home at eight&lt;br /&gt;and i miss him already! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-113302172552692211?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827683.post-113245663160264316</id><published>2005-11-20T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T12:15:05.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back from perth!!!&lt;br /&gt;five full days of activities.&lt;br /&gt;phew.&lt;br /&gt;i'm almost too lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but let's just start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived at the airport at 6plus in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;we boarded the coach and headed to an aboriginal art gallery.&lt;br /&gt;the paintings were really vibrant and colourful. pretty!&lt;br /&gt;after that we headed to caversham wildlife park.&lt;br /&gt;the animals there were soo adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;but the files were super irritating!&lt;br /&gt;they keep buzzing around your face and the buzzing sounds make you cringe..&lt;br /&gt;ewewewewewewewewew.&lt;br /&gt;the ferguson farm was where we stayed for one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MORE&lt;/em&gt; flies.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch and then we went to see him milk the cow and shear the sheep wool.&lt;br /&gt;the poor sheep looked so tortured!&lt;br /&gt;we went for a tractor ride which was a bumpy ride.&lt;br /&gt;it was so cold at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after breakfast, we headed to albany; which was a three hour bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at this chinese restaurant and proceeded to the goundrey winery.&lt;br /&gt;it was interesting to see how they made wine and the processes.&lt;br /&gt;we headed to the gap and the natural bridge at the torndirrup national park.&lt;br /&gt;the scenery was beyond words. just so so splendid!&lt;br /&gt;the waves and the clear blue water. the view is just so magnificient.&lt;br /&gt;but it started raining when we reached the wind farm.&lt;br /&gt;the windmills were &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;but it was effing cold because of the rain and the windmills were camouflaged into the dark sky, so we couldn't really see it.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at nero's pizza restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;each person had one small pizza!! that's six pieces per pizza.&lt;br /&gt;i was so bloody full!&lt;br /&gt;checked in to metro inn. it was quite cozy there.&lt;br /&gt;kept having to boil water, if not, i would have died of dehydration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had breakfast then went to walpole.&lt;br /&gt;walked the tree top walk.&lt;br /&gt;it was chilly at the highest point!&lt;br /&gt;but there was nothing much there.&lt;br /&gt;just some parts with nice scenery.&lt;br /&gt;rode the coach down to pemberton.&lt;br /&gt;there was this huge tree that we could climb up.&lt;br /&gt;it's used for firemen to go up there and keep a look out for bush fires.&lt;br /&gt;took a five hour bus ride back to perth and i managed to finish my book hahaha&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at the carlton which was a few blocks away from goodearth hotel.&lt;br /&gt;that's where we had to stay for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went sandboarding!!!&lt;br /&gt;the view of the sand dunes was very lovely.&lt;br /&gt;got sand &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we had to climb up and down the sand dunes.&lt;br /&gt;the dune was so steep!&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty uncomfortable and scary at first, but once you got into it, it didn't matter anymore. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;went three times.&lt;br /&gt;stopped when it was my fourth time.&lt;br /&gt;so much sand was in my shoes!&lt;br /&gt;next stop was the gravity centre.&lt;br /&gt;some people cooked pancakes using some equipment and solar power!&lt;br /&gt;but the flies were irritating, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;i got so mad at them!&lt;br /&gt;there were some cool stuff in the centre.&lt;br /&gt;like things that can levitate and spin around because of the magnetic fields and currents or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we went...... SHOPPING!!&lt;br /&gt;went into jayjays and spent a bomb there.&lt;br /&gt;two skirts, three quarter pants, two polos and a tshirt.&lt;br /&gt;but that was the only shop i bought stuff from.&lt;br /&gt;kind of pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;considering all the roxy/ripcurl/volcom/rusty/billabong/stussy stuff staring at me but were either not nice or too expensive. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we went for more shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;we took a train to the city. felt weirded out in there.&lt;br /&gt;very interesting to see all sorts of different people gather there at night.&lt;br /&gt;i only bought a top and three tshirts for my maid because she requested them.&lt;br /&gt;my mum stole one for herself, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know whether to buy stuff or not! didn't know whether it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;but now i know. i should have totally bought them!! argh.&lt;br /&gt;my feet, shoulders and legs were aching by the time i got back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;ouchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kings park was our first stop.&lt;br /&gt;the view of the beach was so breathtaking!!!&lt;br /&gt;the water, so clear and blue. singapore's beaches are like, the opposite of it.&lt;br /&gt;the grass was very neat and manicured.&lt;br /&gt;nice place to have a picnic at.&lt;br /&gt;but damn the flies.&lt;br /&gt;went to fisherman's kitchen to have fish and chips.&lt;br /&gt;it was really good!&lt;br /&gt;walked around the fremantle for about an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;bought an echidna soft toy.&lt;br /&gt;it's so cute and cuddly!!&lt;br /&gt;went to the worm farm.&lt;br /&gt;saw lots and lots of tiny, squiggly, slimey earthworms!!!&lt;br /&gt;ew. but i didn't touch them haha&lt;br /&gt;the fruit farm was okay. lots and lots of oranges.&lt;br /&gt;the juice was good.&lt;br /&gt;we went star gazing.&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't believe how many stars we saw yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;em&gt; stunning&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's like, the dazzling milkyway smack in the middle of the sky there!&lt;br /&gt;except it's not. the milkyway was hiding behind the hill there as it was still early.&lt;br /&gt;so you can imagine what it would be like.&lt;br /&gt;simply marvelous!&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i can see the same thing in the sky every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached singapore this morning at 7am. so tired.&lt;br /&gt;i said my goodbyes to frank, our bus driver tour guide before entering the perth airport.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't say goodbye to the other tour guide, amir. i feel so bad now... :/&lt;br /&gt;they're nice people. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew okay looong entry. goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-113245663160264316?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827683.post-113195793775896115</id><published>2005-11-14T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T16:45:37.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;BYE&lt;/span&gt;!   &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-113195793775896115?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113195793775896115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=113195793775896115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113195793775896115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113195793775896115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/11/bye-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-113160229462572773</id><published>2005-11-10T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T13:58:14.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have tuition again in exactly one hour's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be going to perth next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to tampines mall with hsinrui, vivian and jean.&lt;br /&gt;jean was finally able to go out with us!&lt;br /&gt;took neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;like, lots of them. hahahaah&lt;br /&gt;then we went to mac and had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;after that, i went hunting for my books.&lt;br /&gt;i found them at &lt;em&gt;times&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;but the first and second books of the whole series were out of stock.&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm reading the fourth book now&lt;br /&gt;when i already finished the seventh and eighth.&lt;br /&gt;no thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabbed down to hsinrui's house as i was the latest.&lt;br /&gt;no surprise. ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;slurped up what remained of the beehoon that her sister had bought for us.&lt;br /&gt;i was suffering because jean wanted to watch that snow angel show.&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind, i just sat around.&lt;br /&gt;jean had to leave early, so we walked her to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;when we got home, vivian helped hsinrui do up her "neoprint" book.&lt;br /&gt;lols. i sat there and stared at my "diary",&lt;br /&gt;thinking of how to start it.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, but my art sucks so i can't really do designs or anything.&lt;br /&gt;so, in the end, i only had my name on the first page.&lt;br /&gt;lol, pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i had mos burger for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;whee. junk food twice in a row!&lt;br /&gt;talk about unhealthy and fattening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i haven't seen him for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss him terribly!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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&lt;/em&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-113134244821988605?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113134244821988605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=113134244821988605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113134244821988605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113134244821988605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-113117404418137617</id><published>2005-11-05T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T15:01:00.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my grandmother has finally gone home after exactly a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does my mum have to KEEP HARPING ON MY FUCKING RESULTS SO MUCH THAT IT PAINS ME JUST TO THINK ABOUT IT?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just dumb and lazy. happy?!&lt;br /&gt;now, go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;god. i think pms is getting to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-8827683.post-113110339576939767</id><published>2005-11-04T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T19:31:20.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first things first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIVIAN!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hope you had a good time today! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from hsinrui's house.&lt;br /&gt;we ordered pizza hut and kfc to celebrate vivian's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;ate so much!!&lt;br /&gt;oops, there goes my waistline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were watching pride.&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;jean and hsinrui were going all hysterical over it. haha&lt;br /&gt;like, it's just a show?&lt;br /&gt;it isn't reeeaaal.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, whatever makes them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and vivian played poker cards.&lt;br /&gt;what card games can two people play??&lt;br /&gt;so we gave up&lt;br /&gt;and went up to the computer.&lt;br /&gt;vivian hadn't logged in for months!&lt;br /&gt;so she finally did and cleared up some things.&lt;br /&gt;didn't have much to do.&lt;br /&gt;could hear screaming from downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my report slip is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60.5&lt;/strong&gt; is my overall percentage.&lt;br /&gt;i got an &lt;strong&gt;A2&lt;/strong&gt; for lit! yay.&lt;br /&gt;but a &lt;strong&gt;C6&lt;/strong&gt; for maths ( only a 52! )&lt;br /&gt;and another &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;(?) for science.&lt;br /&gt;i failed my dnt. 48 marks. hahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;all i remember is that i saw lots of &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;s on the slip.&lt;br /&gt;dad's gonna kill me if he ever finds out.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get to borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AZERINNA IS A &lt;em&gt;GENIUS&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-113110339576939767?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113110339576939767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=113110339576939767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113110339576939767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113110339576939767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-things-first-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-113107250277821927</id><published>2005-11-04T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T10:48:22.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i'm going to school to collect my report slip. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;screwwwwwed.&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/8827683-113107250277821927?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113107250277821927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=113107250277821927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113107250277821927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113107250277821927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-im-going-to-school-to-collect-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-113076703786390600</id><published>2005-10-31T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T12:23:57.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't been updating regularly. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was getting ready to go out with vivian when dominique called.&lt;br /&gt;i was surprised!&lt;br /&gt;he asked if i was free to go out with him because he had a guest from new zealand and wanted to show him around. he asked az but she couldn't go so she gave him my number. so i decided to let them tag along with us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;went to orchard. we watched flightplan.&lt;br /&gt;it was okay, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;we kept reminiscing the past!&lt;br /&gt;we got all nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;thinking back on our primary school days; the embarrassing moments, the fun times, the bullying i got from him while sitting with him for four years straight. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and we actually took a neoprint! omigod.&lt;br /&gt;to think i thought they would have got all unenthusiastic about it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but my hair totally sucked in the photos. dammit. spoilt it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight years of friendship and only until this day that i got to know him much better. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day of total slacking.&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother simply refuses to go home.&lt;br /&gt;lmao.&lt;br /&gt;i'm being so awfully disrespectful......&lt;br /&gt;but it's just so irritating sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;when she just keeps rambling on and on and on and on and on...............&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod. save me, someone.&lt;br /&gt;and because she's here, i can't go out for too long either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday&lt;/strong&gt;. [today?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bugis with hsinrui and vivian.&lt;br /&gt;i was on a total shopping spree!!&lt;br /&gt;bought lots and lots and lots of stuff,&lt;br /&gt;namely, necklaces and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;i love this. hahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;i needa control myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; halloweeeeeeeeeeen&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at those cute little kids outside all dressed up! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday keith!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hope you enjoyed your day. haha.  (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-113076703786390600?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113076703786390600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=113076703786390600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113076703786390600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113076703786390600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/10/havent-been-updating-regularly.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-113050406241102960</id><published>2005-10-28T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T20:54:22.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woooooohoooooooooo! rejoice! school's out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that means no more being in the same class with the 2d lovelies..&lt;br /&gt;no more crazy jokes&lt;br /&gt;no more united class arguements with teachers&lt;br /&gt;no more fun being with all of them together anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today was kind of sucky. qu kept picking on me today.&lt;br /&gt;however, i admit, i'm the lousiest cello player there. hahahaha. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;no co till 25th november!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i just barely passed my maths. got a fifty or something.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;well, they wouldn't let me take poa and rather i take A maths instead of poa.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna have to change my option of poa to f&amp;n or else i would have to appeal and take a test just to get into poa.&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother is coming over to stay for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;my god.&lt;br /&gt;that means i can't go out for too long..&lt;br /&gt;neither can i even go to the park at night.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be stuck at home doing nothing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i desperately need to watch a movie in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;shopping too.&lt;br /&gt;or anything for that matter!&lt;br /&gt;just as long as i get out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;and when will the o levels ever be over??!?!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;missing you!  :D&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/8827683-113050406241102960?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113050406241102960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=113050406241102960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113050406241102960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113050406241102960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/10/woooooohoooooooooo-rejoice-schools-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-113006488007292859</id><published>2005-10-23T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T16:21:12.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right. okay i shall blog about last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met vivian at simei mrt and tooka bus to pasir ris park. we asked the uncle and he told us the wrong bus! anyway.... we walked for more than an hour trying to find the place because of where we had to get off the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of people were there. haha. vivienne and claire were there too. we felt so out of place. ate a little bit. they left at &lt;strong&gt;NINE.&lt;/strong&gt; like, we only sat there for less than an hour and she leaves me &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt; there at &lt;strong&gt;NINE&lt;/strong&gt;. okay, fine. at least they bothered to talk to me and all. hahaha. i watched them play daidee and after that we sabo-ed aldrich. threw eggs and flour! gosh. he went around hugging the guys and after that, they went to bathe. when they got back we played card games and stuff. haha. then they got hungry and decided to cook some food. had roasted marshmellows. yum. at twelve, we gave a birthday bash one by one, four punches from eleven people. haha. poor aldie. we packed up and left at one. cab-ed home and finally got to bed at two. bushed! woke up at 11.45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALDRICH!!!! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-113006488007292859?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113006488007292859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=113006488007292859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113006488007292859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/113006488007292859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/10/right.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112996066184718918</id><published>2005-10-22T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T13:59:11.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. it's been five days since i last blogged. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is a &lt;em&gt;complete&lt;/em&gt; waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;seriously!&lt;br /&gt;i mean, they expect us to go there at 7 in the morning, sit on our asses and do &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;that, for FIVE hours??&lt;br /&gt;five hours excluding the time for that enrichment class which took up an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;damn them.&lt;br /&gt;i could be happily out there shopping my heart out if not for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had steamboat at my house on thursday to celebrate my godsister's birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;the cake was so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;her birthday was yesterday. so a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy belated birthday&lt;/span&gt; to her!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to parkway with my mum yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;bought a skirt, a top, a book, a case, a pair of earrings and many necklaces!!!&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to aldie's bbq later at pasir ris! haha. his birthday is tomorrow! bought him a present already. hope he'll like it. wonder who will be there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GAHHH!!! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS LIKE THIS??!?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112996066184718918?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112996066184718918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112996066184718918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112996066184718918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112996066184718918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112953381185076781</id><published>2005-10-17T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:42:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY. EXAMS ARE OVER. YAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i'm still stuck at home. how pathetic. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;vivian went out with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;hsinrui is going out with her parents.&lt;br /&gt;jean most probably won't be able to go out.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm all alone.. ahha. how boring.&lt;br /&gt;my mum is glued to the tv screen watching da chang jin in cantonese. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;and also a movie.&lt;br /&gt;nono, a movie marathon.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i haven't watch a movie in the cinema for &lt;em&gt;ages&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss you zachary!!!!! i miss your hand, your hug and you!!!! :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112953381185076781?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112953381185076781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112953381185076781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112953381185076781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112953381185076781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/10/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112911987793545279</id><published>2005-10-12T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T20:24:37.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>science and chinese paper 2 were pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that i guessed like three quarters of the mcq in science.&lt;br /&gt;let's pray i was on a roll there then. hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. let's see. my maths paper is fucked.&lt;br /&gt;totally.&lt;br /&gt;i left most the answers blanks blank along with a million scribblings and workings and steps that probably made no sense. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;im screwed im screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit was good though. filled up almost all the lines.&lt;br /&gt;history is tomorrow! and after that, all the important papers would be over. yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for the holidays to start. it's better be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112911987793545279?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112911987793545279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112911987793545279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112911987793545279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112911987793545279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/10/science-and-chinese-paper-2-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112874975405076346</id><published>2005-10-08T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T13:35:54.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how unlucky can i get?&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;just right before the end of year exams,&lt;br /&gt;i fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;sneeze sneeze sneezeeeeeeee.............. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english paper was yesterday. i think i sort of screwed up my paper one.&lt;br /&gt;but paper two was okay.&lt;br /&gt;at least i think it was.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my art preparation! i haven't done a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;except that.. i found the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, i don't know how the hell to draw them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a new hairstyle!!!! my hair is taking &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt; to grow.&lt;br /&gt;dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i miss you, zachary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112874975405076346?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112874975405076346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112874975405076346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112874975405076346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112874975405076346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-unlucky-can-i-get-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112859521593915873</id><published>2005-10-06T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T18:40:15.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;exams are starting tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;faints&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/8827683-112859521593915873?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112859521593915873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112859521593915873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112859521593915873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112859521593915873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/10/exams-are-starting-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112833598403452698</id><published>2005-10-03T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T18:39:44.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just wishing good luck to those people taking their N levels!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112833598403452698?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112833598403452698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112833598403452698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112833598403452698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112833598403452698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-wishing-good-luck-to-those-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112823566003328341</id><published>2005-10-02T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:47:40.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams are just five days away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know how to do almost the whole temasek maths paper that sum gave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh my God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; screwed la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112823566003328341?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112823566003328341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112823566003328341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112823566003328341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112823566003328341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/10/exams-are-just-five-days-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112807120941473915</id><published>2005-09-30T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T17:06:49.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yep.&lt;br /&gt;my birthday was yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially fourteen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, how long i waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love all of you guys!! thanks for everything! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss you.  (:&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/8827683-112807120941473915?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112807120941473915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112807120941473915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112807120941473915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112807120941473915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/09/yep.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112781310646888204</id><published>2005-09-27T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T17:25:06.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got the timetable for the perth trip. it sounds kinda fun! but they're bringing us to albany, pemberton and freemantle. i've been to all those places before! i saw the gap, the natural bridge and i did the treetop walk too. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;goodearth hotel looks like shiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna die tomorrow. mrs boo is going to chop me to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my hair!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it. exams are in almost a week's time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112781310646888204?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112781310646888204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112781310646888204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112781310646888204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112781310646888204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-got-timetable-for-perth-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112738560248053531</id><published>2005-09-22T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T18:42:09.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm so crushed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the perth trip and the fashion show competition just &lt;em&gt;HAD&lt;/em&gt; to clash.&lt;br /&gt;same day!!! 15 november.&lt;br /&gt;wtf?&lt;br /&gt;the departure time is in the wee hours of the morning. so even if i want to rush to both, i can't.&lt;br /&gt;totally fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;if i had known earlier, i wouldn't have signed up to go. &lt;strong&gt;dammit&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natasha can't make it either. her mum is bringing her to sydney. so li chin will take over her and another natasha from sec 1 will take over me. there was this sec one girl. she's sixteen from china. pretty, tall and she can so do the catwalk but she's also returning to china in november so no way she can make it for the competition!! how unlucky is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. what can we do. it's &lt;strong&gt;fate&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lichin is such a nice girl! (: i lent her my heels. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starving right now and i'm gonna have dinner alone again.&lt;br /&gt;how sad can this day get??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112738560248053531?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112738560248053531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112738560248053531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112738560248053531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112738560248053531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-so-crushed.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112731930912338849</id><published>2005-09-21T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T00:20:21.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't been logging in much lately. good, or bad?&lt;br /&gt;oh, whatever. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my end of year exams starts on the 7th of october.&lt;br /&gt;i am so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;doomed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;lol. i mean, i got an &lt;strong&gt;F9&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?!?! it's so unbelieveable! i still can't understand what was wrong with me that day. the paper was pretty easy and i screwed it all up. i'm such a dumbass. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in school., mr lak made me waste two bucks and a plate of yummy fish and chips during recess just because he got pissed at some guys who were playing wwe cards and one more guy doing &lt;em&gt;i-don't-know-what&lt;/em&gt; with someone else's phone and he wanted everyone from my class to share the scolding. i was eating merrily when yiwen came to our table and told us that mr lak wanted to see the whole of 2d in five minutes or else we would have to stand outside the HOD room. i had brought my freaking phone so i quickly rushed up and removed my sim card and memory card. lol. thank god he spared us the spotcheck for today! from the wwe cards, it came to discipline problems and bad mannersand then to our cleaning duty roster [which was turned to the back of the printed page and pinned on the board for no one to see] as the class was filthy and that he is a particularly hygienic person. lol. he scolded us for one hour. he mentioned that he'll be &lt;em&gt;watching&lt;/em&gt; my class &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;closely&lt;/em&gt; and he would bother to come into my classroom to check on us if he has to &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;single day&lt;/em&gt;. i'm quoting him. lol. blabla. i am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; not bringing my phone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to bring my maths file and mr sum said that those who forgot were to stay back until six to study maths. i totally skipped it and went for co instead! wednesdays are so much more fun without the teacher around to scold us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's the catwalk training thing tomorrow in the music room. oh gosh! natasha can't make it for the competiton!!! i'm so sad! oh wells. mrs jonoh has to find a replacement. my bag is so heavy tomorrow! and plus the heels?! my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired. i'll go and plop myself onto my comfortable and soft bed.... hahaha. goodnight world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, wait, look! it's delia's and kevin's birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;delia&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kevin&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/strong&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/8827683-112731930912338849?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112731930912338849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112731930912338849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112731930912338849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112731930912338849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-havent-been-logging-in-much-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112703576826247904</id><published>2005-09-18T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T17:35:57.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was such an exhausting day! went to school at 7.30am. then we went to the bukit timah nature walk. it was non-stop up, down, up, down. climb up one [&lt;em&gt;LONG&lt;/em&gt;] flight of stairs, walk a bit, and in front of you is another flight of steps to go down. climb a hill, then it's steps going down again. damn them. lol. oh and the monkeys were so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at one. had my lunch and did my tuition homework. tuition was at four! i napped while she marked my work. hahaha. got home and got ready for family dinner. ate &lt;em&gt;loads&lt;/em&gt; of food. was so bloated. came home at 11pm. slept at 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 11am today! finally a day when i can really rest and sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! friday was pretty fun. lantern festival celebration. watched the singing competition. joycelyn, melise, keith and fabienne sang! i wonder who will win. then after that, it was pretty boring. haha. but daiyu, joel, aldrich, guowei and erm. bulu 2 hahaha came to take photos with us!! haha. then we went to simpang and they had supper. chermain, angeline, minqi and alot others were there too. walked back to school but the was closing. all of them were so funny! lol. then after that, they went home and hsinrui and i waited for her parents to pick her up from the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be alone at home tonight. everyone is out, including my maid. gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112703576826247904?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112703576826247904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112703576826247904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112703576826247904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112703576826247904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-stoned.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112660053075049749</id><published>2005-09-13T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T16:35:30.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hsinrui and i are selected for the perth trip!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;just hope the dates don't crash with the fashion show thingy. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;oh and alyssa, you better go! hehe. or else we'd be soo bored!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed out one subject from yesterday's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home economics - 43/50&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112660053075049749?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112660053075049749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112660053075049749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112660053075049749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112660053075049749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/09/hsinrui-and-i-are-selected-for-perth.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112653086601000199</id><published>2005-09-12T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:14:26.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got back many papers today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science - 30.5/50&lt;br /&gt;history - 9/15&lt;br /&gt;chinese - 51/85&lt;br /&gt;maths - 14/40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck maths. i made so many careless mistakes and there were many questions that i actually know but forgot at that point of time!!&lt;br /&gt;grrr. hate it when it's like this. but whatever. hmm. at least the others are okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to enjoy eisley's songs.&lt;br /&gt;very cranberries like. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relient k is nice too. yay. ahhaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112653086601000199?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112653086601000199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112653086601000199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112653086601000199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112653086601000199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-got-back-many-papers-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112642412357885477</id><published>2005-09-11T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T15:35:24.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was totally fun! got together with azerinna and nooraini!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached the pit late, again. heh. took millions of photos. okay, i'm exaggerating. but still we took loads of photos. had lots of fun. played with the sand and water.had rock throwing competitions. like those where you have to throw the rock and make it bounce across the water. yeah, all three of us didnt know how to do that. haha!&lt;br /&gt;had badminton, which, i sucked at. haha. ate lots of food. sat down and enjoyed the chilly night breeze while we talked loads of nonsense and everything under the sky. her dad gave us riddles which like, super tricky and difficult instead of telling us ghost stories. lol. nooraini's dad picked her up at 9.30. oh man. i ate some more. im such a greedy bitch! haha.. went home at twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her family is just so different and cute!! they are funny and so together and close and they go wild, make jokes and have fun with each other. so different from my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got lots of mosquito bites. damn those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now, i'm sending 110 photos to azerinna of yesterday's. hahaha. finally done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fjdoi!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;oops. sorry, inside joke. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112642412357885477?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112642412357885477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112642412357885477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112642412357885477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112642412357885477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/09/yesterday-was-totally-fun-got-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112628789606715442</id><published>2005-09-10T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T12:48:55.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/130/618/1600/Models%20[%201%20]2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/130/618/320/Models%20%5B%201%20%5D2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/130/618/1600/The%20Hall6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/130/618/320/The%20Hall6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the quaint hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/130/618/1600/Natasha,%20Joycelyn%20&amp;%20Melise4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/130/618/320/Natasha%2C%20Joycelyn%20%26%20Melise4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; natasha, joycelyn and melise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/130/618/1600/Natasha%20&amp;%20Joycelyn4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/130/618/320/Natasha%20%26%20Joycelyn4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; natasha and joycelyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/130/618/1600/Huifang%20&amp;%20Me%20[%207%20]3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/130/618/320/Huifang%20%26%20Me%20%5B%207%20%5D3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; huifang and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/130/618/1600/Models%20[%202%20]4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/130/618/320/Models%20%5B%202%20%5D4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. there ya go, melise! (:&lt;br /&gt;hees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112628789606715442?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112628789606715442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112628789606715442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112628789606715442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112628789606715442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/09/before.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112628279467983208</id><published>2005-09-10T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T00:22:09.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;according to my brother, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm an emoticon stealing whore. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahaha. i guess it's true.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;  (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112628279467983208?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112628279467983208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112628279467983208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112628279467983208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112628279467983208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/09/according-to-my-brother-im-emoticon.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112627805520191174</id><published>2005-09-09T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:21:45.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, where do i start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had co at 1pm. instructor didn't come!! whee! we slacked like never before! barely touching our cello. we played, or rather, &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt; played my cello for only about fifteen minutes? lol. but after that we had he zhou. played lots of old songs. i sucked. hahahaha. have to go freshen up my memory. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, we [ huifang, vivienne, claire and i ] went to tampines to have dinner at kfc. yum. headed to century square after that. there was this ladies' night thingy going on and a hell lot of guys were stuck outside.&lt;br /&gt;some pissed, some confused and some frustrated. hahahaha. i pity them.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, saw flying dutchman and glenn ong as the MCs. first time seeing them in person. forever hearing them on radio. funny dudes hahaha. nothing much was going on, so we crossed over to tampines mall. vivienne wanted to find a pencil case. bought sweets and walked back to century square.&lt;em&gt; dang it&lt;/em&gt;! we missed like three quarters of the male pole dancing item!!! lol! &lt;em&gt;damndamn&lt;/em&gt;. ahhahaha! saw lots of hotties. hahaha! huifang and i were like ogling at them! there was this guy getting body painted and just standing there in his underwear letting people take pictures of him and stuff, like omg. the next poledancing item was at 9.45. there's even a competition for us to choose the best dancer, like &lt;em&gt;god damn&lt;/em&gt;. haha. but we had to go home already.. oh well. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so, i didn't know changing friendster photos could gain you so much attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayness! tomorrow is &lt;strong&gt;best friends' reunion&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;azerinna's family's bbq and her mum invited us to go! how nice! haha. hope i can stay till late. hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sleepy chernshin! remember to tag my board!&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112627805520191174?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112627805520191174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112627805520191174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112627805520191174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112627805520191174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay-where-do-i-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112609897823694110</id><published>2005-09-07T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T21:16:18.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is what you can call one of those perfect days. seriously, it is nice. hahaha. let me list out the reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. had lots of fun today at the environmental fashion show [sounds dumb i know hahahaha] modelling choreography. we were wild! poor emma was sick. hope she's feeling better now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. went out with huifang and caught up with all our latest happenings. we talked non-stop! haha! we plan to go tanning one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i bought lots of stuff recently. like what i really wanted. well, most of them are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. talked to AZERINNA! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. got lots of testimonials. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. had pizza hut for dinner. yums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. nothing on tomorrow. at least not in the morning. hooray! sleeping in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. my birthday is approaching. *hinthintnudgenudge* haha. nah just kidding. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. nothing. i just like this number. HAHA I AM GETTING SO FREAKING LAME SOMEONE PLEEASE STOP ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. so overall, it was a perfect day.   (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112609897823694110?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112609897823694110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112609897823694110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112609897823694110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112609897823694110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-is-what-you-can-call-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112593144508450798</id><published>2005-09-05T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:47:00.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm using my brother's acer laptop. i cannot type properly. help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, CAN SOMEBODY GET ME THOSE GODDAMN VOLCOM JEANS?!?! i desperately need them!!! omg. please please... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have one thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;HURRICANE KATRINA IS SUCH A BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;i've never seen new orleans, or rather, america, in such a terrible state. let's pray for everyone's safety. hope that they will bounce back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to make my atm card today!!! yay. lol. liek, finally. (:&lt;br /&gt;grrrrr. my brother is &lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt; an &lt;em&gt;arse&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up with my mum at ngee ann city. bought HEELS!! two pairs to be exact! :D they are &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;prettaye&lt;/em&gt;!! one is round-toed, the other one is sharp-toed. nine west and kenneth cole respectively. hees. gonna wear them everywhere i go. whees. bought two skinny polos from giordano!! pink and white. their most recent plastic bag is so freaking cute. walt disney characters!!! &lt;em&gt;cute&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go to borders!! i wanna buy bitchy books! gossip girl and book three of the clique series. lol.&lt;br /&gt;call me mad. maybe i really am! :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD LUCK TO ALL THOSE TAKING THE N LEVELS! :D&lt;/strong&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/8827683-112593144508450798?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112593144508450798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112593144508450798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112593144508450798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112593144508450798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-using-my-brothers-acer-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112584966315478406</id><published>2005-09-04T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T00:31:00.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/130/618/1600/Talker%20Jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="344" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/130/618/320/Talker%20Jeans.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE JEANS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112584966315478406?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112584966315478406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112584966315478406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112584966315478406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112584966315478406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/09/jeans.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112575626454055289</id><published>2005-09-03T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T22:04:24.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am exhausted. finally a free day tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was my literature and home economics tests. got back my english paper.. 27/40. i had one careless mistake!!! didn't read the bloody question properly. argh.  and thank god i passed my science!! by like, four marks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met hsinrui and vivian at 5. i was late as usual. hees. headed to orchard. walked around far east. there's absolutely nothing there nowadays! got bored. took neoprints. then we crossed over to pacific plaza. THERE WAS THIS INCREDIBLY HOT SALESPERSON IN RIPCURL OMFG I NEED TO SEE HIM AGAIN CALL ME A SLUT BUT WHATEVER HE IS JUST SOOO HOT!!! anyways. bought one top from volcom and one from roxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back to my house and had macdonald's for dinner. it was about 9plus. after that, we met daiyu and joel and went to the park. it was rainy. so the benches were wet and stuff. eugh how yucky. anyways. they sent us home and i realised i left my keys on the damn sit-up bench. so three of us walked back again!! hahaha. went up to my freezing room and talked. then we met kenneth and siwei at the park outside my house. they were freaking quiet and there was some crazed guy sitting on top of the platform of the playground trying to sleep. we were making quite alot of noise and he started smoking. haha. i guess we kinda pissed him off? heh. they left shortly after and we were back in my freezing room. sat there stoning with nothing much to do. lol. talked lots of nonsense. then i decided to pack my clothes at 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOSH&lt;/em&gt;. i couldn't fit into three quarters of my jeans/pants/skirts. oh my, i am &lt;strong&gt;FAT AS FUCK&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;damn&lt;/em&gt;. gonna give them all away or give them to my mom for her auction site on yahoo or something. while the tops are mostly not my style anymore. haha. yeah, i'm like this. i buy one top, it's nice for the first few times then after a while, it just turns me off. oh well, slap me. yeah, i just cut my wardrobe into a quarter. lol. i was packing halfway when both of them fell asleep on me, those...... hahahar.. i finally finished packing at 4 am. then i went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was &lt;em&gt;fucking cold&lt;/em&gt; when i woke up. cold. &lt;em&gt;cold&lt;/em&gt;. that's the reason why the three of us woke up. at 7. lol. then we sorted out the clothes and had hotcakes for breakfast!!! yums. like, i love hotcakes. haha. hsinrui left at ten because she had to meet dina and some others before the band barbeque. so vivian and i sat in my room, listening to the radio and messaging &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. heh. we decided to go to citylink mall to check out the new surf shop only for girls! but before that, we went to pasir ris to make another ez-link card. we were stuck in WHITE SANDS FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS OMG YOU CANNOT EVER BELIEVE HOW BORING THAT PLACE CAN BE.&lt;br /&gt;after that torturous wait, i got my card again as good as new for the price of twenty dollars. dammit la. plus the top-up, losing my card is equivalent to losing thirty bucks! headed to citylink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surfer girl is &lt;em&gt;heaven&lt;/em&gt; to me. god, i didn't know where to start!! bags? clothes? wallets? shoes? blablabla. i managed to get what i wanted!! a sling bag, handbag, wallet and slippers! but the things i bought were all roxy, i don't know why but it's strange considering all the other brands there.&lt;br /&gt;i so want that paul frank watch! 130 bucks! and the roxy skirt for 90 bucks! and those bikinis and the ripcurl boardshorts! &lt;em&gt;omg&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;saw shamyn, zakiah, ros and fatin! oh! and my brother's girlfriend! she didn't recognise me though. lol. went home after that. was so tired that i kept dozing off on the bus. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday - tuition at 9am&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - free&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - meeting with mrs jonoh and the girls&lt;br /&gt;thursday - nothing&lt;br /&gt;friday - maybe [ and most likely (grr.) ] co practice&lt;br /&gt;saturday - azerinna's family bbq [ best friends reunion!!! :D ]&lt;br /&gt;sunday - one day before school starts again  :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112575626454055289?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112575626454055289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112575626454055289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112575626454055289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112575626454055289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112556921318570777</id><published>2005-09-01T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T18:06:53.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lost my frigging wallet yesterday. &lt;em&gt;THANK&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;GOD&lt;/em&gt; i cleared my neos and other stuff few weeks back. i still lost my pierre cardin wallet, seven bucks, my ez-link, and my damn esprit card!!! grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out i didn't go back to griffiths. we went to tampines mall to have lunch and to buy shijie's present. i spent most of my money here. then we took a bus to hsinrui's house, we rushed off the bus [left $1 plus in my ez-link] and stupid me left my wallet on the seat and i realised only when the bus left. fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess.. i can get a new wallet?!?!?!?! yay? hahaahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. happy teacher's day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112556921318570777?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112556921318570777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112556921318570777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112556921318570777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112556921318570777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-lost-my-frigging-wallet-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112540050091943629</id><published>2005-08-30T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T11:35:13.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. i just &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to get this off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't some people type normally? why must they go around typing like a freaking retard? what's the need for them tO gO aRoUnD tYpInG lyK dIs wOrX?? adding lOrX and hOrX in almost every single sentence. it's so airheaded.&lt;br /&gt;changing the love word into a super mega hit combo seems so cool to them! the longer they can drag the word, the cooler they are! love gets changed into luurrbbee and is into ishh. wow-wee. what the fuck. it seems cutting short words is also cool too. changing heart into hart, ever into ebba, friend into fwen or don't know to dunchno, like to lyk.. these are just a small fraction of the whole zillion others that they had apparently thought up using their brains for useless stuff like this.&lt;br /&gt;misusing and overusing symbols like underscores, asterisks, inverted commas, fullstops, slashes, tildes, plus signs, etc. is also major fun for them. almost every symbol that you can find on your keyboard can all be used by them in just a span of a few sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some act all emo and stuff. acting all depressed and sad in their friendsters and blogs when in actual fact, they're perfectly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their habit of taking photos with the camera extremely close up and taken from the top of their foreheads only make them look more brainless. with their photo captions like, ii mishh euu and ii lurrbbe euu, sadd moii, or worse still, their english gets confused and they say it as moii mishh euu or sadded moii. that's just.. totally &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt;. that, or contradiction with captions like miie look soo ugly!, ugly moii! or moii actingg cute onlii.&lt;br /&gt;well, if that's the case, then why the fuck bother putting it up?? i seriously don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offence to anybody who is like this, but i [and LOADS of other people too] suggest that if you are guilty of all that i have mentioned and more, please, &lt;em&gt;PLEASE&lt;/em&gt; stop all this nonsense. it's NOT cool. it's imbecilic, idiotic &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; mindless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brrr. damn. typing this entry is giving me a headache and a finger ache too. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths paper was terrible today. lost 21 marks already!!! a definite fail. i'm so so ruined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;got back my geography paper. 16.5/25. not too good. but oh wells, at least i passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go buy stuff! i even made a shopping list! fifteen items in total. lol! yesyes, that proves how lame and bored i am. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher's day celebration tomorrow! most probably going back to griffiths. with az, nooraini, leonard and some others. not sure yet though! i get released at twelve! that's so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have i told you that this year's aces day dance COMPLETELY SUCKS?&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/8827683-112540050091943629?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112540050091943629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112540050091943629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112540050091943629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112540050091943629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112522865433028506</id><published>2005-08-28T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T19:30:55.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was just looking at the seventeen [US] website...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh!!! look at all those&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GORGEOUS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;shoes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohmigod&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; ohmigod&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;marc jacobs, roberto cavalli, dior, alexander mcqueen, vivienne westwood....  &lt;em&gt;flaming&lt;/em&gt; hot stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. makes me wanna wear heels everywhere i go.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't, you see. reason is because i'll end up looking like a tall giraffe freak.&lt;br /&gt;yah. so.. yah. i shall go hit the wall again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuck them celebrities. &lt;em&gt;lol&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/8827683-112522865433028506?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112522865433028506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112522865433028506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112522865433028506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112522865433028506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-was-just-looking-at-seventeen-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112515615675778822</id><published>2005-08-27T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:26:20.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. What is your middle name?&lt;/strong&gt; kai qi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What color underwear are you wearing now?&lt;/strong&gt; beige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/strong&gt; cute guy's voice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What are the last 2 digits in your phone number? &lt;/strong&gt;02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/strong&gt; instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. If you were a crayon what color would you be?&lt;/strong&gt; blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. How is the weather right now?&lt;/strong&gt; i'm guessing, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt; hair. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Favorite type of food?&lt;/strong&gt; italian and japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Do you drink?&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Do you smoke?&lt;/strong&gt; nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Ever get so drunk you don't remember what you did?&lt;/strong&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Hair color?&lt;/strong&gt; dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Eye color? &lt;/strong&gt;dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Do you wear contacts?&lt;/strong&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Single? &lt;/strong&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Favorite Month?&lt;/strong&gt; december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Have you ever cried for no reason?&lt;/strong&gt; a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Last movie you watched?&lt;/strong&gt; ocean's twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Favorite Day of the Year?&lt;/strong&gt; christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Are you too shy to ask someone out?&lt;/strong&gt; yup. most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Hugs or Kisses?&lt;/strong&gt; both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Chocolate or Vanilla? &lt;/strong&gt;chocolate. [or vanilla.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.Do you want your friends to respond?&lt;/strong&gt; why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Who is most likely to respond&lt;/strong&gt;? dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Who is least likely to respond?&lt;/strong&gt; dunno either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. What books are you reading?&lt;/strong&gt; the mediator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Piercings?&lt;/strong&gt; ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Fav. movie? &lt;/strong&gt;most of the movies that i've watched are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Fav. baseball team? &lt;/strong&gt;don't watch baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Any pets? &lt;/strong&gt;two cats! ginger and patches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. YAHOO!? &lt;/strong&gt;do you yahoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn? &lt;/strong&gt;anything's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Dogs or cats? &lt;/strong&gt;cats! :D [dogs are great too.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Favorite Flower? &lt;/strong&gt;any flower's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Have you ever fired a gun? &lt;/strong&gt;nope. would love to though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Do you like to travel by plane? &lt;/strong&gt;it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Right-handed or Left-handed? r&lt;/strong&gt;ight-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;/strong&gt; one pathetic one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Are you missing someone? &lt;/strong&gt;yep. missing loads of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Who do you think is gorgeous?&lt;/strong&gt; liv tyler, catherine zeta-jones. many others actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Confessions Include...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I listen to political music.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I collect comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I shut others out when I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I am keeping a secret from the world.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I own an ipod.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I love Disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I am a sucker for eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I paid for that cell phone ringtone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have "x"s on my buddy list. (in sn's)&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I've slipped out a "lol" in a real conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Spam.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would wear pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am in love with someone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I am self conscious.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I like to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I loved Go Ask Alice.(its a book)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I have many scars.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I've been out of this country.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I believe in ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I can't sleep if there is a moth in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I see/have seen a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I love chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I bite my nails. [sometimes.]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] I am comfortable with being me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Play computer games/video games when I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] Gotten lost in your city.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Saw a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had a serious injury.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gone out in public in your pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] Been in a fight with the same sex. (verbally)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Laughed and had milk/soda come out of your nose.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Made out in an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Kicked a guy where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. wheee. from &lt;strong&gt;az&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112515615675778822?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112515615675778822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112515615675778822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112515615675778822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112515615675778822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112503944936102473</id><published>2005-08-26T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:57:29.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had chinese and geography today. chinese was quite okay considering that i was staring at the vocabulary book last night and this morning before the test. although i still left one &lt;em&gt;pathetic&lt;/em&gt; blank! i totally had no idea what the comprehension was talking about. i was rushing three comprehension questions. the time just flys when you don't know stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geography kind of killed me. i wrote lots of crap. i know what's an ecosystem but i don't know how to put it down in words! i didn't really read up on that. oh, my handwriting was pretty atrocious too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had prata at simpang after school! yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to school at ten tomorrow. to revise my&lt;em&gt; maths.&lt;/em&gt; in school uniform!! my maths is so bad that i don't even know the basics on most chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna exercise.&lt;br /&gt;after the common tests, one week holidays!!! SHOPPING, SLEEPOVER, DAY AT A BEACH. whee! fun!! let's just hope i do well ya. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112503944936102473?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112503944936102473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112503944936102473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112503944936102473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112503944936102473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/had-chinese-and-geography-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112479278365456447</id><published>2005-08-23T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T18:29:27.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. school was boring. haha. had art today. mrs jonoh told us not to lift the pencil from the paper and i kept lifting so she hit my hand. ouchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kfc for lunch. i am broke once again. saw two hot guys but they left quite fast. after that, while walking to the bus stop, we saw them again with another bunch of cute guys [in jc uniform. hmm..] at starbucks! hahahaha. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the most boring sunday ever. sat at the wake from 3pm to 8pm doing absolutely &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; except snacking! by the time i left, which was by myself in a cab, they were still waiting to start chanting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is scary! common tests are nearing! thank god my dad is flying back to china on thursday. that's the first paper! haha phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna change my phone to the nokia N90!! it's so prettieee! haha. oh and i haven't watched a movie since forever. gosh! it's unbelievable how long it has been. what is &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112479278365456447?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112479278365456447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112479278365456447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112479278365456447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112479278365456447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112454531867485270</id><published>2005-08-20T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T21:41:58.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got back from harbourfront. went to telok blangah again for an FD meeting. all the three HQs were there. super crowded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. it was alright. &lt;em&gt;lots&lt;/em&gt; of talking. many people went up to give testimonials and talks. yeah. sat there stoning and talking crap with friends. hsinrui couldn't go! oh man. had a group photo! many, many people squeezed into one photo! hahaha. squatted till my legs hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went for dinner at harbourfront with beatrice. hahaha. we are good bitching partners! walked around for a bit. went in rounds. lol. hmm. then we had macdonald's again!!! gahh. used the computer there. haha. the keyboard sucked. someone with obsessive complusive disorder must have used it. the person must have kept pressing the spacebar or something because it so wasn't working properly. anyways. walked a bit more then we went home. such a long train ride. then i still had to take a 229 back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm waiting for my dad to pick me up to go to my uncle's wake. he just passed away this morning. so sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the freaky part is that it happened twice in a row. the last time my dad came back from china, my auntie [uncle's wife] passed away. then now, he came back again and my uncle passed away too. not that they were very healthy or anything but still! so coincidental! &lt;em&gt;creepy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ookay. so there's nothing else to blog about. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you know that i exist now but you pretend that you don't know a single shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what do you take me for? a fool?  no hello, no goodbye. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what the fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&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/8827683-112454531867485270?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112454531867485270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112454531867485270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112454531867485270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112454531867485270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-got-back-from-harbourfront.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112437196015857509</id><published>2005-08-18T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:32:40.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>turns out, i didn't go to parkway. instead, i went to gourmet plus at frankel avenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy yummy food!!! their desserts are so superb. i had a chocolate cake with hot fudge on top together with vanilla ice cream and then after that i ordered one more dessert which was a pear tart and vanilla ice cream. so delicious. :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gosh! i so need to exercise!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nine o'clock show on channel eight is pretty interesting. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112437196015857509?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112437196015857509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112437196015857509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112437196015857509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112437196015857509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/turns-out-i-didnt-go-to-parkway.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112436113932339051</id><published>2005-08-18T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T18:32:19.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the week has been going quite well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did my advertisement today during english. it was a total failure but so fun! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. now i'm gonna go to parkway for my dinner with me dad and mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112436113932339051?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112436113932339051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112436113932339051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112436113932339051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112436113932339051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/week-has-been-going-quite-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112409611386767202</id><published>2005-08-15T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T16:55:13.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's such a mundane monday today. i'm getting bored out of my wits.&lt;br /&gt;i probably said that 3849329 times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;idiotic&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;brainless&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;foolish&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;imbecilic&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;inane&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gullible&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;moronic&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;senseless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a retard. it was &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;obvious, how could i not see it?!&lt;br /&gt;someone kill me now, use a shotgun/machine gun/bazooka/knife/dagger/chopper/pen knife/fork/chopsticks whatever makes you happy just kill me as quickly as possible kthx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112409611386767202?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112409611386767202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112409611386767202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112409611386767202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112409611386767202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-such-mundane-monday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112402643306999775</id><published>2005-08-14T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:33:54.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dad came back this morning, like around five. almost two days delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. then my brother's poly friends came over to use photoshop and illustrator. they used &lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt; computers for the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they only left after my dad, my mum and i went to bedok food center for dinner. my dad kept complaining that bfc is lousy. ahahhaha. i find it okay la.&lt;br /&gt;he's so fussy and yet he ate so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's family day performance was okay. got to see amanda, beatrice and waimun! oh and glenna! ((: but i was also kinda sad about.. it really dampened my mood quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm still confused. i feel so dumb. i want to cry but i can't. this is the worse feeling ever.&lt;/span&gt;&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/8827683-112402643306999775?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112402643306999775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112402643306999775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112402643306999775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112402643306999775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-dad-came-back-this-morning-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112384812908470362</id><published>2005-08-12T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T20:55:53.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GIRL TALK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01. Do you stuff your bra?&lt;/strong&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02. Have you ever stuffed your bra?&lt;/strong&gt; nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. What make-up do you wear daily?&lt;/strong&gt; usually nothing. maybe eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04. What are your underwear like right now?&lt;/strong&gt; it's in beige? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05. How many pairs of shoes do you own?&lt;/strong&gt; many. but only a few that i really wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06. Come on, tell the truth. Is that really your true hair color?&lt;/strong&gt; yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. What do you most like about your body? &lt;/strong&gt;eh. my.... right ear? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. And least?&lt;/strong&gt; my frikking fat thighs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. How many fillings do you have?&lt;/strong&gt; ? in the teeth? none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Do you think you're good looking?&lt;/strong&gt; ask my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Do other people often tell you that you're good-looking?&lt;/strong&gt; it's just a form of courtesy, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Do you look like any celebrities?&lt;/strong&gt; not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Do you like a man with muscles or not?&lt;/strong&gt; not too much that he looks like some oversized... thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Tall or short men? &lt;/strong&gt;erm. tall or short. as a partner, tall please. as a friend, both are fine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Does your dream guy have long or short hair?&lt;/strong&gt; depends on whether he suits the hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What's the hair situation 'down there'?&lt;/strong&gt; right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. How long is your leg hair?&lt;/strong&gt; they're gone. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Ever come close to having sex, but didn't?&lt;/strong&gt; eh.. no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. With who?&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. If so, why didn't you?&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Are your eyebrows a different color from your hair?&lt;/strong&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Do you pluck your eyebrows?&lt;/strong&gt; yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. When did you last have a hickey, and where?&lt;/strong&gt; i haven't had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Are you on birth control?&lt;/strong&gt; no. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Can you dance?&lt;/strong&gt; sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Do you struggle with self-esteem?&lt;/strong&gt; yeah. sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Do you or have you ever had an eating disorder?&lt;/strong&gt; nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. If you unexpectedly got pregnant, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt; discuss with the bloody guy. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Future daughters/sons names?&lt;/strong&gt; dunno. it'll have to match with their sirname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Do your underwear and bras usually match?&lt;/strong&gt; not on purpose. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X THE THINGS YOU'VE DONE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;) snuck out of the house&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;) gotten lost in your city&lt;br /&gt;( ) saw a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;) been to any other countries besides singapore&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a serious surgery&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone out in public in your pajamas&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) hugged a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;( ) laughed and had milk/coke come out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;) pushed all the buttons on an elevator&lt;br /&gt;( ) swore at your parents&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in love&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to a casino&lt;br /&gt;( ) been skydiving&lt;br /&gt;( ) broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;( ) skinny-dipped&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( ) flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) saw a therapist&lt;br /&gt;( ) played spin the bottle&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten stitches&lt;br /&gt;( ) drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour&lt;br /&gt;( ) bitten someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Niagara Falls&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten the chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;) kissed a member of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed into a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;) been to Japan&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;) ridden in a taxi&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a crush on someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;) had feelings for someone who didnt have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;( ) celebrated mardi-gras in new orleans&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Europe&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;( ) been married&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;( ) had children&lt;br /&gt;( ) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a close friend die&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Africa&lt;br /&gt;( ) Driven over 400 miles in one day&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;) Been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;( ) Thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;( ) Purposely set a part of myself on fire&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;) Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been skiing/snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) Met someone in person from the internet&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost a child&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone to college&lt;br /&gt;( ) graduated college&lt;br /&gt;( ) done hard drugs&lt;br /&gt;( ) tried killing yourself&lt;br /&gt;( ) fired a gun&lt;br /&gt;( ) purposely hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;( ) taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;) love someone or miss someone right now and another!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[liek, i'm such a loser. haven't done so many things!!&lt;br /&gt;except for those bad ones that i do not ever wish to do.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PAST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01. Any good memories from this year? &lt;/strong&gt;that day at pizzahut with my besties! drumming festival. YCF! esplanade on the sixth of august. and many others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02. Any bad memories from this year?&lt;/strong&gt; not many yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. Do you regret anything from this year? &lt;/strong&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04. Do you regret anything you've ever done?&lt;/strong&gt; alot of stuff i regret doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05. Who was your first boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/strong&gt; big C. kind of. well, i don't know aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06. Did you ever have braces?&lt;/strong&gt; yup! just took them off. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. What is your best childhood memory?&lt;/strong&gt; playing masak with my auntie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. Do you have the same friends you did when you were seven and under?&lt;/strong&gt; i've lost touch with all of them. it's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. What color hair did you have as a kid?&lt;/strong&gt; black? dark brown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What does your name mean? &lt;/strong&gt;i've read somewhere that it means honey bee. and it's a herb name. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PRESENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01. Current Music: &lt;/strong&gt;reckless abandon - blink 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02. Current CD in player:&lt;/strong&gt; empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. Current conversations:&lt;/strong&gt; nicholas and some sex-crazed freak whom i do NOT know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04. Current time:&lt;/strong&gt; 7.55pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05. Current clothes:&lt;/strong&gt; school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06. Current hair:&lt;/strong&gt; tied up but still messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. Current taste:&lt;/strong&gt; air. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. Current mood:&lt;/strong&gt; famished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. Current smell:&lt;/strong&gt; i don't smell anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Current thing you should be doing:&lt;/strong&gt; bathing or eating. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Current desktop picture:&lt;/strong&gt; it's a blue lemon on a white background. yes, irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Current favorite group: &lt;/strong&gt;dashboard confessional / box car racer / blink 182 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Current book:&lt;/strong&gt; hmm. the mediator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Current refreshment: &lt;/strong&gt;none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Current worry:&lt;/strong&gt; common tests and &lt;strong&gt;THAT GUY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Current crush:&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. i haven't done these surveys for soooooo long! haha. ripped it off from az. ahahaha. thanks babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112384812908470362?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112384812908470362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112384812908470362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112384812908470362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112384812908470362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/girl-talk-01.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112376772173185021</id><published>2005-08-11T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T21:42:01.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why won't you talk to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's sad.&lt;/span&gt;&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/8827683-112376772173185021?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112376772173185021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112376772173185021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112376772173185021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112376772173185021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-wont-you-talk-to-meits-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112376524792819844</id><published>2005-08-11T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T21:00:47.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boring day at school, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jean was sick. so was hsinrui. poor girls! hope they recover soon. take care yeahs?&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm not too good myself. been having this cough and sore throat for like, weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to parkway after school with my momma. hahaha. i'm feeling super bad right now because i just spent &lt;em&gt;alot&lt;/em&gt; on clothes. they're pretty! couldn't resist! haha.&lt;br /&gt;thank you mummy! i love her so much! haha. i better study hard. make her feel happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, dad coming home tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i know that you guys know that already but i'm just typing it down for fun. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home econs tomorrow! gonna do some cooking! wonder what we must cook. also, we have to film the advertisement for english lesson. it's gonna be so embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ouch, my finger. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there are like a thousand bags hanging from my study room door handle. it's difficult to even close the door properly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's reminds me.. I WANT THAT BLOODY ROXY BAG THAT'S HANGING OFF CITILINK MALL'S FLASH AND SPLASH RACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it, i just remembered that there's co practice tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112376524792819844?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112376524792819844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112376524792819844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112376524792819844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112376524792819844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/boring-day-at-school-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112368141128467582</id><published>2005-08-10T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T21:43:31.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what kind of fucking air conditioner is this anyway?&lt;br /&gt;one degree lower and it's freaking cold, one degree higher and it's like as if it's not even on.&lt;br /&gt;haha but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so not looking forward to school tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;thursdays just suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been camping online. boy, am i &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thighs are just so &lt;strong&gt;fat&lt;/strong&gt;!!! can't stand it anymore! it pains me just to look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg. i really have no life whatsoever. blogging twice in a day! and on such random stuff.. how pathetic. i shall go hit my head on the wall.. or something. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss him.&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/8827683-112368141128467582?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112368141128467582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112368141128467582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112368141128467582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112368141128467582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-kind-of-fucking-air-conditioner.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112365152595687308</id><published>2005-08-10T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T13:25:25.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have chinese tuition at three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;eugh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common tests are starting in two weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is coming home this friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;faints&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112365152595687308?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112365152595687308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112365152595687308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112365152595687308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112365152595687308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-stoned.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112357942522643844</id><published>2005-08-09T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T17:23:45.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; birthday &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;!   (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112357942522643844?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112357942522643844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112357942522643844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112357942522643844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112357942522643844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112347794605581894</id><published>2005-08-08T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T16:10:10.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. this is gonna be such a long post, you'll cry reading. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll start with saturday. met vivian and headed to harbourfront. wanted to buy a red top for monday but i ended up buying a polo and a pair of shorts instead. hee. bumped into hsinrui and her family having their lunch, so we got a lift to ssa. haha. i don't know what was up with me but i just couldn't dance properly. i kept messing up. eugh. horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, hsinrui and i went to city hall to meet kajie first. the others came at 6.30. [daiyu, aldrich, chinhan, yixiang.]&lt;br /&gt;we went window shopping while waiting for the others.&lt;br /&gt;WE SAW THIS BLACK ROXY BAG WHICH IS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS AND COSTS ONLY FIFTY BUCKS! sadly, however, i did not have enough moolah.&lt;br /&gt;i miss it. i HAVE to go back there to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so, we met them and walked over to esplanade. there were loads of people. super crowded. i bumped into some dance people too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to eat so we crossed over to marina square. that place was under renovation so we were pretty lost. ate at cavana. they only sell chicken dishes. haha. i bought a cup of ice milo for two bucks and clumsy me had to go drop the cup and spill it over the table. lols. the manager was so nice though!! he gave me another cup of ice milo, free of charge! so kind of him! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the sad thing was, the fireworks started while we were eating!!! we caught a glimpse of it through the reflection on the building opposite of us. we could only see half of the fireworks. but it was still nice! i especially like the sparkles. ahha. so beautiful. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating, we slacked around and decided to go back to the esplanade. bought cotton candy!! it's been years since i ate one of those. hsinrui bought me a light stick!! yay! thanks! haha. hmm. we sat at the steps and took lots of photos! lots and lots of spastic and funny photos! i love them so much! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the performance started at ten. that was the time we had to leave. haha. how pathetic. hmm. but still, it was fun! next time, we come [not leave] at ten! that'll be much much fun-ner. haha. reached home at around twelve. everyone's scared to walk alone at this time of the month. it's freaking me out. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i met huifang, vivienne and claire. we went to victoria concert hall but were freaking early so we walked back to near the mrt to get a drink [ice milo AGAIN] from macdonald's and then we walked back. haha. how retarded.&lt;br /&gt;when we reached, everyone blamed us for being late.&lt;br /&gt;liek, what-ever.&lt;br /&gt;the concert was just totally boring to me. i guess i don't understand the music. too bad for me then. it was a chinese orchestra concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it finally ended after two hours, we headed down to bugis. ate mos burger. yum!&lt;br /&gt;walked over to bugis street. i still needed to buy a red top for monday. vivienne needed to buy jeans. i bought this pair of cute pink button earstuds. haha. also this pair of black shorts for twenty-two bucks! i really can't bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all three of them bought the same jeans for twenty-five dollars each. omg. i love it too! the colour, the cutting and everything! but when i tried it on, it looked so weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret not buying it though!! i could have gotten it for even cheaper! they found out that another store was selling it for twenty-three. haha. they got kinda pissed off about it and complained to the uncle who sold it to them which made them even more infuriated. but oh well... dammit. i still want one pair. oh. and i didn't buy anything red. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wore the red polo that i wore last year today. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a bloody bag la. that roxy one will fit perfectly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112347794605581894?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112347794605581894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112347794605581894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112347794605581894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112347794605581894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112315189364018440</id><published>2005-08-04T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T18:38:13.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try not to care anymore. i said TRY.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i can do it but i'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i will just hang out and spend my time with all my friends, especially my besties. they're the best!&lt;br /&gt;friends are far more important anyways.&lt;br /&gt;they are like, &lt;em&gt;for life&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i love all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to really hate school. okay, maybe i already hated it from the start, but now, it just plainly sucks to the effing core.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's because of two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;one, abraham is on course and so, alot of the teachers want to have higher authority.&lt;br /&gt;[ha. what losers.]&lt;br /&gt;two, mr lak is just fucks la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every teacher is coming into the class in a bad mood. then, they vent all their anger on us.&lt;br /&gt;english is turning &lt;em&gt;dumb&lt;/em&gt;. english is a language. why the hell do we have to learn how to read and create advertisements??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths is boring. just, &lt;em&gt;extremely boring&lt;/em&gt;. i can't explain it. it does not interest me at all. mr sum is so long-winded. but one thing that's good about him, he can't scold for nuts during class! he'll get all fierce and scary but before you know it, he'll crack a joke and we laugh, then he'll laugh with us. he's nice la.. usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science is just a completely blur to me. it's like, i don't know what the hell she's talking about!!! i'm so gonna fail my science. miss sim is nice most of the time, except when she asks me questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geography and history are still okay. the teachers are pretty lenient. miss lian is a little naggy at times, but she has lightened up alot compared to the last two terms. i lost my bloody geography workbook! mr lim [or lee. until now, i'm still not sure. LOL!] forgets about homework. hahaha! he gives us lots of history notes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art is a killer subject for me. i can't catch up!! she goes too bloody fast! mrs jonoh is like funny and fierce at the same time. kinda scary. but she's very sarcastic and on good terms with the girls. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese lesson can go to hell, burn and die. miss dong is too soft. hard to hear what she's saying with her accent too. she looks like she's talking to herself sometimes. lol. i pity her at times but usually i just can't stand her. i don't why either. it's like, i just don't look forward to seeing her. hahaha. i know, i sound so bias against her. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho-kay. enough about my damn school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to shop. it has been so long. i need it to study! hahaHAHA. lols. dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8827683.post-112307357716857774</id><published>2005-08-03T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T21:01:35.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I'm starting to fashion an idea in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Where I would impress you with every single word I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Would come out insightful or brave or smooth or charming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And you'd want to call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And I would be there every time you'd need me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'd be there every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But for now I'll look so longingly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;For you to want me,&lt;br /&gt;For you to need me,&lt;br /&gt;For you to notice me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for you to notice... by dashboard confessional.&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/8827683-112307357716857774?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112307357716857774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112307357716857774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112307357716857774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112307357716857774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-starting-to-fashion-idea-in-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112307229320302473</id><published>2005-08-03T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T20:31:33.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm slowly slipping into depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;omg, i sound so emo but yeah, it's kind of true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel&lt;em&gt; so&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;fucking used&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i shouldn't be feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had been warned beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;argh, fuck this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112307229320302473?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112307229320302473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112307229320302473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112307229320302473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112307229320302473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-slowly-slipping-into-depression.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112297697519068578</id><published>2005-08-02T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:02:55.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was on cloud nine yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;but i just came back down to earth, hitting the ground really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really hurting to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i'm happy because i still had a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:  ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):  .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112297697519068578?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827683.post-112264670831369271</id><published>2005-07-29T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T22:20:39.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone please /&lt;strong&gt;SLAP&lt;/strong&gt; me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know alot of people would do that gladly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i'm thinking so much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;why can't i just forget it?&lt;br /&gt;it's making me go &lt;em&gt;insane&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i need help. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no, i need &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;retail therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;MUST &lt;/strong&gt;stand up&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;straight and &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; slouch. i look so awful with my current yucky posture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gahhhh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, every one of the seven hundred and eighty-four songs in my realplayer library is just not suitable for my mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112264670831369271?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112264670831369271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112264670831369271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112264670831369271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112264670831369271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/07/someone-please-slap-me-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112255374648316945</id><published>2005-07-28T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T20:29:06.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i'm confused&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day you're saying this, and another, you're doing something else. what exactly are you thinking in that mind of yours? i really want to know. and what was that strange 'interrogation' about? the one that i got from your supposedly close friend? did you ask her to do that or was it on her own accord? how is it that all her questions were so familiar and had happened before? and why did she stop replying after i told her some things? weird, isn't it? and what is up with you and your girlfriend? i would like to find out.&lt;br /&gt;call me a busybody or whatever, &lt;em&gt;i don't care&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other one has stopped messaging me. good.. or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, home economics project tomorrow. super screwed.&lt;br /&gt;there's co practice too!! argh. 1pm to 5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;liek, how long is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112255374648316945?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112255374648316945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112255374648316945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112255374648316945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112255374648316945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112245268938824552</id><published>2005-07-27T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T16:30:15.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;stop being so foolish. it'll only make yourself feel miserable and sad. why can't you just face up to reality and accept the fact? waiting for me will not change my mind. instead, you should try to move on and find other girls. i'm only a small tree in the big forest. i can assure you that you're just infatuated with me. it will wear off soon, believe me. i know it. i have felt like this before but i've just never done anything about it, nothing like what you did. what are you going to do with the rest of your life then? wait for me? your life would really be meaningless like you say if that is so. with your qualities, i'm sure you can find a girl better then me. you just have to find her slowly. you're only secondary four! what makes you so sure that i'm the one you want to wait for? and you're in a boys' school! of course that's why you think that i'm the only girl who is worth waiting for. please stop it already. stop with all your sighing and sarcastic tone. you are not only hurting yourself but hurting me too. i don't mean it to be like this either. you can't force these kinds of things. but whatever the case, i'm sorry. so so sorry. and thank you, for everything you have done for me. i appreciate it tremendously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;life has been both good and bad at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;the good part is the unexpected twist in my life.&lt;br /&gt;well, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;the bad part is the tests and homework that are piling up! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112245268938824552?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112245268938824552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112245268938824552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112245268938824552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112245268938824552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/07/stop-being-so-foolish.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112186098997123073</id><published>2005-07-20T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T20:03:09.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to habourfront with my mum just now to send my camera to the canon people to repair it. hope it can be done by friday! then i can use it on saturday!!&lt;br /&gt;by the way, habourfront center reminds me soo much of perth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm feeling terrible right now. slight fever, headache, body ache, cough and a blocked nose! gahhh. still haven't recovered from last friday's fever. this is so horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what the best part is? I HAVE A SCIENCE TEST TOMORROW. LIEK, WHEE?! i'm so gonna fail it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112186098997123073?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112186098997123073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112186098997123073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112186098997123073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112186098997123073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/07/went-to-habourfront-with-my-mum-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112161822097451808</id><published>2005-07-18T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T20:24:10.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOO!!! THIS WHOLE WEEKEND WAS UBER FUN!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our ycf on saturday and sunday! OMFG. i can't believe it's over! three performances, four minutes each, and it's OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was fun but my shoes got all muddy and i got a little pissed off. however, my mood changed after the performance. after our turn to go to the stage, i was smiling like an idiot. after getting released, i went for dinner at mos burger at toa payoh central with beatrice, amanda, tiffany, darius, glenna and some other people that i don't really know. beatrice and i felt like extras though. hahaha. i got to know karin, a really, really nice girl, and jun hui [sorry! not sure how to spell!] a really funny guy! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was less hectic and my hair was a little nicer.&lt;br /&gt;my hair that they made on saturday WAS TOTALLY CHEENA! like as if i was some kind of chinese dancer. today's was just a complicated bun. lol.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so as i was saying, the second performance was fun but not as fun as the last!!!! we really gave our best in the dance and jumped till our legs almost broke! when the finale came, we were grinning so widely while singing the songs! EVERYONE except the primary divison did the 'train' when the lights went out and neon spotlights came on!! they went so fast!! i kept screaming and the music was totally awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, basically, we just &lt;em&gt;singing&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;screaming&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;jumping&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;running&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;cheering&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;smiling&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;laughing&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got a certificate of participation, a door gift, a bookmark and a tiny chicken pie after that!&lt;br /&gt;I TOOK LOADS OF PHOTOS WITH ALMOST EVERYONE!! YAY. [ i hope to take more at the post-celebration next saturday!! i must! ] went to macdonald's with some of the catwalkers. my camera slipped off the table and i check to see if it was working but i didn't know that the flash was broken until i was on the bus home!!! surprisingly, my brother didn't kill me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WILL SO BLOODY HELL MISS YCF. ALL OF THE PEOPLE IN IT, THE CATWALKERS, HQ3, ALL OF OUR DANCE STEPS, ALL THE FUN PRACTICES, ALL THE CRAZY EARLY REHEARSALS AT SUCH FARAWAY PLACES, ALL THE CHEERS, ALL THE SONGS, ALL THE OTHER ITEMS' DANCES, ALL THE SPOTLIGHTS, ALL THE MUSIC... JUST SIMPLY EVERY SINGLE THING OF IT!!!! I LOVE IT! (': &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112161822097451808?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112161822097451808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112161822097451808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112161822097451808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112161822097451808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/07/woo-this-whole-weekend-was-uber-fun-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112141621432228878</id><published>2005-07-15T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T16:32:57.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new email &lt;em&gt;yet again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know some people are just going to &lt;em&gt;kill &lt;/em&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. but what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:aglamoursuicide@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aglamoursuicide@hotmail.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;add if you want to.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/8827683-112141621432228878?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112141621432228878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112141621432228878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112141621432228878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112141621432228878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-email-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112133232219566434</id><published>2005-07-14T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T17:12:02.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm soo happy today!!!!!! no, not because of school but because of.... hahaha! yay! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, it's nothing much. i'm just over-reacting. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, ycf is finally coming!!! a 7pm show on saturday and a 11am and a 4pm show on sunday! i hope it'll be smooth sailing! no troubles or anything! it's gonna be so fun!! we're so going to take, like, LOADS of photos! i can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't started on my three pages long home economics essay. so dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112133232219566434?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112133232219566434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112133232219566434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112133232219566434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112133232219566434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-soo-happy-today-no-not-because-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112092131073310491</id><published>2005-07-09T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T15:36:44.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had fun today! i had fun on thursday too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FABIENNE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i joined fabienne and the sec threes at marina south for steamboat dinner! they are such a fun bunch! hahha. but i felt weird being the only sec two there but they were super friendly so i became a little better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha. i ate SO MUCH. was so bloated. haha. they were so cruel! the live prawns died a slow, horrible death. and there was so much chicken, man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was even fun-ner! hahaha. met up with azerinna and nooraini, my two beloved!!! haha. went to tampines mall. HAD PIZZA HUT!! we were so full. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;we had so much to talk about. we kept crapping around and did so many silly things! we went to toys'r'us and went insane!&lt;br /&gt;wanted to take pictures... but my damn digital camera went dead! but still, we did stupid things. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;then took neoprints! the poses were so funny! then we went home. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting vivian at seven am tomorrow for breakfast at macdonald's!!! must go to damai secondary after that for dance rehearsal. tiring!! maybe i'm gonna get my racial harmony costume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112092131073310491?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112092131073310491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112092131073310491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112092131073310491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112092131073310491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-had-fun-today-i-had-fun-on-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112056267501670004</id><published>2005-07-05T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T19:24:35.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am dead tired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school feeling like a zombie. sat through long, boring lessons... i didn't even have any energy to write nicely. felt like sleeping thorugh the whole day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after BORING school, we went to have lunch and was on our way to singapore poly. the bus trip was fun! kajie, shijie, joshua, ervin, yixiang were near us and they kept crapping and laughing and we kept taking photos! haha. the bus ride was faster than i expected. we reached dover in half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed for the auditorium where i was bored to tears. i almost dozed off like a million times. watched a FREAKING LAME VIDEO about what courses there are in singapore poly. had a treasure hunt. it drained all my energy. we kept walking round and round in circles but somehow, i didn't get to go to my brother's info communications block. i thought i would have seen him around but i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;saw a few cute guys. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it was blazing hot, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after walking around too many times, we forgot the time and were late to meet them to go onto the bus. they had to come find us and by then i was DEAD. thirsty, tired and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;the ride back to school was even faster. hahaha. saw the rugby boys getting lectured by their coach. oh man.. walked home with jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. i have to organise my science file, finish a chinese workbook exercise and a maths textbook exercise. i still have not done my chinese tuition homework which was given to me before the june holidays even started. i know, i'm a lazy bitch but what can i do? i mean i have to write a damn CHINESE letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got chinese orchestra practice at CHANGKAT CC tomorrow. omfg. why? &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt;??!! last minute practise for next tuesday's assembly performance.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT PERFROMANCE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hsinrui doesn't have band tomorrow but i have to have co. and there's still dance at 7pm!&lt;br /&gt;what the hell. i'm still coughing. damn la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112056267501670004?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112056267501670004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112056267501670004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112056267501670004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112056267501670004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-dead-tired-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112048252776795848</id><published>2005-07-04T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:08:47.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGHH my nose is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun today. they are SO funny. hahaha.. but i'm dead beat with a runny nose and there's still school tomorrow plus a singapore polytechnic tour after school. TIRING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M FREAKING HAPPY TODAY. HAHAHAHAAH. i saw someone i totally didn't expect to see. it's so coincidental! i just wished him to be there without expecting it to come true but it did! AND HE WAVED!! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112048252776795848?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112048252776795848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112048252776795848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112048252776795848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112048252776795848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/07/arghh-my-nose-is-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112044836424542527</id><published>2005-07-04T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T11:39:24.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gonna meet hsinrui at twelve. we are going to orchard! then after that, we're going to meet daiyu, joel and aldrich and watch war of the worlds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dang, i haven't done any homework. my science holiday homework is still not completed and i have not found any newspaper articles for geography. holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, &lt;em&gt;AZERINNA&lt;/em&gt;! sorry girl. can't catch a movie with you today.. another day, yes? and try calling nooraini along too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh.. i just realised that it's the 4th of july. america's day of independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick la. runny nose and sore throat. i hate sore throats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112044836424542527?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112044836424542527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112044836424542527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112044836424542527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112044836424542527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/07/gonna-meet-hsinrui-at-twelve.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-112011990681446492</id><published>2005-06-30T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T16:25:08.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school has been &lt;em&gt;uber&lt;/em&gt; boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new vice principal has been giving the teachers lots of shit work to do, which means it'll &lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;involve us too.&lt;br /&gt;and, of course, not forgetting the &lt;em&gt;damned&lt;/em&gt; principal, who is not even &lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt; to cute and so she doesn't &lt;em&gt;derserve&lt;/em&gt; to be called a penguin even though she does resemble one, is still&lt;strong&gt; fucked up&lt;/strong&gt;, as usual. all of a sudden, i pity the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bedok south secondary school has officially turned into a hellhole.&lt;br /&gt;AND, the best part is... they're &lt;strong&gt;BOTH&lt;/strong&gt; leaving when &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt;, secondary two students, graduate after secondary four. that's just greaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eugh. anyway, enough of my ranting. just wanna wish someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY ALAN!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;all the best in everything!   (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna have home economics tmr. I'M FINALLY FREED FROM D&amp;amp;T! HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-112011990681446492?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112011990681446492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=112011990681446492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112011990681446492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/112011990681446492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/06/school-has-been-uber-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111962040065433906</id><published>2005-06-24T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:40:00.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give up.&lt;br /&gt;totally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIVE UP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the fucking point, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;they are both happy and shit and, the best part, for so long. i give it to them. why should i try and butt my way in there? i have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; right to at all and i don't think i can either. i can only dream about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, actually, that's all i ever get to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dream nice, honey sweet dreams that will never ever come true... but it's all just to make myself happy.&lt;br /&gt;there's no crime in that, right?&lt;br /&gt;thank god because if it were wrong to do so, i wouldn't be here. i would be dead on the cold, hard floor. now, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; reality for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love edison chen and shawn yue. THEY ARE SUCH HOTTIES, I TELL YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111962040065433906?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111962040065433906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111962040065433906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111962040065433906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111962040065433906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-know-what-i-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111919041299105187</id><published>2005-06-19T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:52:52.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why the fuck is my blogger in chinese?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday's drumming festival was TEH BOMB. haha. screamed my lungs out and jumped till my legs hurt! but it was super fun! i'm so gonna miss the instructors!!! especially the hot one! hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to senja again for dance practice. now, i'm bored again. i'm left with two days to do my fucking homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday - free.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - free.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - dance from evening to night.&lt;br /&gt;thursday - co practice. [ bleugh. ]&lt;br /&gt;friday - AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;saturday - dance in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;sunday - dance practice at senja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH! SHOOT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing out on the damn great singapore sale LA. grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. i miss &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;teddybear&lt;/span&gt; already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111919041299105187?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111919041299105187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111919041299105187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111919041299105187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111919041299105187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-fuck-is-my-blogger-in-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111898522594964120</id><published>2005-06-17T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T13:29:31.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>25 more minutes to the drumming festival practice. have to go to the ite college east to practise for tomorrow's performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the instructor in black is a hottieee!! hee. forgot his name. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! i can buy my square cut [ straight cut ] jeans already!! whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't touched a single bit of my homework since the holidays. okay, fine, except for the learning log. well, it was the easiest!&lt;br /&gt;argh. the 500 word composition? the picture classification?? history mini project? reading log? chinese sentence-making?? maths worksheet that i was supposed to print out from that fucked up ace learning thingy?! the two science papers??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;holy fuckster.&lt;/span&gt; [ got that from az. ha.]&lt;br /&gt;she got me a tribal bracelet from pahang! you rock girl! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. i'm gonna miss dance tomorrow!! dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111898522594964120?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111898522594964120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111898522594964120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111898522594964120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111898522594964120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/06/25-more-minutes-to-drumming-festival.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111859661478057841</id><published>2005-06-13T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T01:16:54.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he still wants to pass me a present he had bought for me last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;he's nice. just so nice.  (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just sent me the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sweetest&lt;/span&gt; message &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;. omg. i'm tearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((((((((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111859661478057841?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111859661478057841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111859661478057841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111859661478057841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111859661478057841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111850471676318255</id><published>2005-06-11T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T00:20:22.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm getting sick of all the simple plan hype!&lt;br /&gt;welcome to my life, untitled and shut up are SO GETTING ON MY NERVES. not that i have anything against them though, i mean, their songs are nice but those songs are just too OVERPLAYED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know... there's absolutely nothing to blog about. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What did you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know I saw you singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But my ears won't stop ringing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Long enough to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Those sweet words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What did you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;End of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The hour hand has spun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But before the night is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I just have to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Those sweet words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Spoken like a melody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;All your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Is a lost balloon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Rising up through the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'Til it could fit on the head of a pin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Come on in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Did you have a hard time sleeping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cause the heavy moon was keeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me awake, and all I know is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm just glad to s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ee you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;See my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Like a lost balloon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Rising up t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hrough the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And then you appeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What did you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know what you were singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But my ears won't stop ringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Long enough to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Those sweet words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And your simple melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I just have to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Those sweet words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Spoken like a melody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I just want to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Those sweet words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;those sweet words&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;norah jones&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/8827683-111850471676318255?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111850471676318255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111850471676318255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111850471676318255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111850471676318255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-getting-sick-of-all-simple-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111797501428691905</id><published>2005-06-05T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T20:36:54.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went shopping with huifang just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped by wisma and raided topshop! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;i bought like, two plain brown tops and a pair of purple shorts.&lt;br /&gt;then, we went to esprit and i had my eyebrows shaped and trimmed at red earth.&lt;br /&gt;erhm. it IS kinda thin now.. but it's okay, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to see mango. i bought a plain purple t-shirt. after that, i went broke. lols. didn't bother to enter surfbabe as i didn't want to tempt myself. we crossed over to ngee ann city then far east. had our late tea at smoochees and walked around a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw sarah alphonso at the orchard mrt station. she's such a pretty babe. HAHAHA!! i being so lesbian! ew.. rright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i LOVE &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;topshop&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111797501428691905?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111797501428691905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111797501428691905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111797501428691905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111797501428691905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/06/went-shopping-with-huifang-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111776528873458115</id><published>2005-06-03T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:21:28.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had FUN yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first,i thought it was a horrible, boring day until azerinna messaged me. and we were off to orchard for &lt;em&gt;shopping&lt;/em&gt;!! we went far east plaza [ages since i last been there] . shop till our legs broke. hahaha.. bought a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, i'm gonna get screwed by mrs boo. i skipped co on wednesday and i need to give her an mc and only an mc is accepted by her. i didn't go get one. it's the second time!!! lol... i'm gonna get kicked out of co so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might be going to cut my hair later. then i can make contacts. i'm down to my last pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i forget?!?!?!?!? I TOOK OFF MY DAMN BRACES!!! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to collect a retainer on saturday. damn. and also my new spectacles!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111776528873458115?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111776528873458115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111776528873458115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111776528873458115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111776528873458115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-had-fun-yesterday-at-firsti-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111751000640971375</id><published>2005-05-31T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:26:46.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie. i just got back my marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.1%&lt;br /&gt;591/900&lt;br /&gt;17/40&lt;br /&gt;only one A2. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disappointed mum. and family if they find out.&lt;br /&gt;gonna have co from 2-5.. boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111751000640971375?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111751000640971375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111751000640971375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111751000640971375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111751000640971375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/05/okie.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111719833938840921</id><published>2005-05-27T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T20:52:19.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mum just interrogated me on my marks. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;fine, i'm so gonna die on monday. and my dad's coming back soon.&lt;br /&gt;i dropped in almost all the subjects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm screwed.  &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/8827683-111719833938840921?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111719833938840921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111719833938840921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111719833938840921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111719833938840921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-mum-just-interrogated-me-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111710544486040213</id><published>2005-05-26T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T19:04:04.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, in about thirty minutes time, lots of secondary two bdsians are gonna get hell from their parents.&lt;br /&gt;parent teacher meet, you see. and here i am sitting in front of the computer blogging. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had science center excursion today. which kinda sucked. no wait, actually, it totally sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the last day of the term!!&lt;br /&gt;well, sort of. still have to go back anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;teddy bear&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111710544486040213?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111710544486040213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111710544486040213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111710544486040213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111710544486040213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/05/okay-in-about-thirty-minutes-time-lots.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111701682819329814</id><published>2005-05-25T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T18:33:01.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got back from school. today kinda sucked. slacked in the classroom, sleeping half the time. the other half was used for watching my classmates play dai di!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had co too. the damned instructor was there again. he had drastic mood swings. one moment he's joking with us and before you know it, he's shouting at us [ or at me] ! insanity. lols. so, okay, we had theory lesson. gonna have it for like another &lt;em&gt;THREE&lt;/em&gt; months! boring. and i'm escaping from mrs boo because i skipped last friday's lesson. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excursion to the science center tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;one word to describe : &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that i've got tuition. CHINESE tuition.&lt;br /&gt;after THAT, i've got a dinner with my family together with cousins whom i've never seen before in my life and so i have to skip the parent teacher meet [ i don't know whether this is good or bad though. ] and collect my report book on monday. oh yes and then i'll die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, my june holidays are going to be busy. i have predicted it wrongly. fine.&lt;br /&gt;gonna have co, dance, the drumming festival thingy and....... &lt;strong&gt;THE GREAT SINGAPORE SALE&lt;/strong&gt;! whee!! unless my mum decides to ground me or disallow me to buy anything for that whole month. haha.. i'll go crazy.. i will feel so deprived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need ta go to topshop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to have boring dinner again tonight. eugh. i wanna have some pasta from pastamania or something!!! =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111701682819329814?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111701682819329814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111701682819329814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111701682819329814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111701682819329814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-got-back-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111668905273390031</id><published>2005-05-21T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T23:24:12.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel like a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;imma bitch, imma bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;grrrRRRrrRrrRrr!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;why am i like this?&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/8827683-111668905273390031?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111668905273390031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111668905273390031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111668905273390031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111668905273390031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-feel-like-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111657863592629205</id><published>2005-05-20T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T16:45:40.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>decided to blog again since i have absolutely NOTHING else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;he's&lt;/span&gt; going to pulau ubin to have fun while i'm rotting at home! unfair! my brother isn't home so we can't watch dvds. we have about eleven to clear! just watched elektra few nights ago and meet the fockers [ yes i know i'm lagging but whatever ] last week. it was totally hilarious!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather has been freaking hot these few months!!! if not, then it's raining. what crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can tell by now that my june holidays are going to SUCK. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fuckfuckcufkcucsauksakrfhdzfjeidskj. &lt;/div&gt;in case you don't know what that means: I'M FRIGGIN' PISSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111657863592629205?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111657863592629205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111657863592629205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111657863592629205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111657863592629205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/05/decided-to-blog-again-since-i-have_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111657018003063236</id><published>2005-05-20T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T14:23:00.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my happy days are &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my results.... yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;english - 66/100  [ SA1 ]&lt;br /&gt;science - 49/100  [ SA1 ]&lt;br /&gt;chinese - 46/100  [ SA1 ]&lt;br /&gt;geography - 38/80  [ SA1 ( section b &amp;amp; c ) ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what the fuck?! 6 more days to play until hell. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111657018003063236?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111657018003063236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111657018003063236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111657018003063236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111657018003063236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-happy-days-are-so-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111623655885474616</id><published>2005-05-16T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T17:42:38.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;exams are &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; over!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;woo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;but right now, it's the results that are stressing me out. hahaha. damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;hmm.. really happy these few days! and my mum knows! about &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! hee! hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still thinking about that adidas jacket. i need it NOW! and i need shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111623655885474616?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111623655885474616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111623655885474616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111623655885474616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111623655885474616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/05/exams-are-finally-over-woo.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111604850116309894</id><published>2005-05-14T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T13:28:21.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAIYU!! i didn't forget you okay! or anyone of you all.. i miss you! talk to me! then you all don't call me go park already. so sad.. say me.. =(&lt;br /&gt;hardly see you online also.. then my internet is so screwed up right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to fail like.. all my papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111604850116309894?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111604850116309894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111604850116309894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111604850116309894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111604850116309894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/05/daiyu-i-didnt-forget-you-okay-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111562189432509949</id><published>2005-05-09T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T17:44:11.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>080505</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you're the best thing that has happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i will cherish this whole relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;treat it like a treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;the way you played with your cap and fiddled with your hands,&lt;br /&gt;before gathering up your courage to ask me that one question ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;with your hand warm and big, you make me feel secure ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the way we swing our hands.. so fun and innocent ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;those sweet messages you send me every day ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the promises you made to me to smoke less and study harder ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;i'll remember all these small but yet special things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm always thinking of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i hope that you're thinking of me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;melissa.&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/8827683-111562189432509949?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111562189432509949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111562189432509949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111562189432509949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111562189432509949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/05/080505.html' title='080505'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111537529039049273</id><published>2005-05-06T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T18:28:10.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese paper sucked today.&lt;br /&gt;it's a hundred percent fail.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;my mum's gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;there's going to be parent and teacher meeting after the exams.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to get hacked.&lt;br /&gt;i'm fucking screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might be going to the airport to 'study' again. hees. and i need to buy nick a present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111537529039049273?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111537529039049273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111537529039049273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111537529039049273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111537529039049273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/05/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111504203888727598</id><published>2005-05-02T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T17:46:55.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES, I AM SO SORRY! blog was out. couldn't do much. haha.. finally found a new template that could bloody work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy belated birthday to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;azerinna&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; [ooh. i love this colour! reminds me of grape sweets, jelly, soda! haha]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! :D&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[her birthday was on 30th]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ka jie kor&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; ((:&lt;br /&gt;his birthday was yesterday. going to give him his pressie tomorrow. hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on a 2 day shopping spree again! this time it was better! bought what i wanted to buy. like my new black birkenstocks!!! woo! and... lots of tops! and this cute flowy skirt! yup.. plus seven novels. i saw this AMAZING white and baby blue adidas jacket which was designed by missy elliott. it was 150 bucks! maybe i should save and buy it. i have to. okay that's it, i'm going to do just that. the new levis square cut is so comfortable! i bought the slim cut a few weeks back! i wanna buy the straight cut too.. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a new schoolbag.. but it's kinda humongous though. it's purple! funky. also a new pencil case from mambo! it's a little retro. nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. big problem. i haven't fucking studied dammit! exams are starting on the 5th and i haven't studied. that's like 2 days away.. fuck it. if i fail anything important, i'm so gonna get grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, if lady luck decides to shine on me again, we're planning on going to go to sentosa and maybe have a chalet or sleepover with some of our classmates. funfunfun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to wake up early again tomorrow, i am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; dreading it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111504203888727598?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111504203888727598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111504203888727598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111504203888727598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111504203888727598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/05/yes-i-am-so-sorry-blog-was-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111426552273701766</id><published>2005-04-23T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:12:02.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>our co missed gold by 2 fucking marks! we got 83. that's soooooooo GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy birthday to chiaw khim and say hai!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we had the learning feista thing. the concert was boring where we had to keep clapping and clapping like idiots. but i could see HIM so i was okay. hahaha.. he wore his spectacles today! SO cute. haha.. oh yes, and i saw benedict [ soh ] too! he came to take an award for best english marks for n levels last year. he was wearing his pingyi uniform! haha.. missed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that we could walk around the ground floor. kept losing hsin rui and vivian. haha.. then walk around like an ass trying to find them.. saw him alot of times after that too. he was standing behind me while i was eating my ice cream.. haha.. but after that i didn't see anymore. oh man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my store to hang. haha.. shit! i forgot to bring my camera! dumb melissa!&lt;br /&gt;used hsin rui's camera and took many pictures! haha. then got a scolding from ms ng because we didn't help to manage the stall. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after alot of work to tidy up the place, i went home under the sweltering heat. was practically burning! was so exhuasted. had chinese tuition at 4. how boring could it get. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost went out with benedict [ beh ] and hendra.. they wanted to watch a movie at marina square but the show was too late so my mum said no. oh man! he's leaving tomorrow.. can't see him until the next holiday!  ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiaw khim's going to have a bbq tomorrow to celebrate his birthday! haha.. and since we're neighbours, i'm sure i can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to shop for more tops. seriously. oh yeah, and shoes too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111426552273701766?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111426552273701766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111426552273701766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111426552273701766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111426552273701766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/04/our-co-missed-gold-by-2-fucking-marks.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111416439336571699</id><published>2005-04-22T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T18:08:15.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we got SILVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kind of expecting it anyways. didn't do exceptionally good for the first song.. we were a little fast.. but we were quite good during the second song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learning feista is tomorrow.. have to wake up early again!! i'm one of the concert audience! eugh.. had a rehearsal just now and it was so freaking hot! hope it'll be cooler tomorrow. we have to be so fake and keep smiling and clapping and whatever shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like typing anymore. byes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111416439336571699?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111416439336571699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111416439336571699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111416439336571699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111416439336571699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/04/we-got-silver-well-at-least.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111338737633646638</id><published>2005-04-13T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T18:16:16.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i skipped school again today. muahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's performance sucked. i wonder how the hell we can ever get a gold with so many schools that are better than us competing with us on the same day for syf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck to all the band members for their syf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored. boredboredbored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching my brother play god of war on his ps2. it's like so nice! haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111338737633646638?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111338737633646638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111338737633646638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111338737633646638'/><link rel='self' 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morning because of someone putting me and vivienne down. and no, it's not the instructor this time. he didn't come. left without saying much to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is chicken day for me. ate lots of chicken. ate fried chicken with rice and bbq chicken wings. later i'm going to have chicken bolognese spaghetti and chicken pie. wowie. thank god i didn't eat chicken porridge in the morning. it was pork, i think. yeah, azerinna, nooraini, don't read that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, why the hell am i talking about my chicken diet?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111313220983173270?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111313220983173270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111313220983173270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111313220983173270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111313220983173270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/04/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8827683.post-111296833728131867</id><published>2005-04-08T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T21:52:17.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm tired of waiting. tired of enduring all the jealousy because of his girlfriends and my wantings for that one particular person. i've been waiting for so long and yet i got back nothing. nothing at all. what's the point of me waiting for him anymore then? but as hard as i try to forget him and get over him, it just won't work. he's still there in my mind, in my heart, not going away anytime soon. i feel so silly, so stupid, thinking that maybe, one day, he might be mine. but i know that's an impossible thing. i only can dream about that. i never got a chance and i don't think i would ever. it's not fair. not fair at all.     )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111296833728131867?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827683.post-111295110039297243</id><published>2005-04-08T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T21:55:20.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a fever since yesterday after pe. can you imagine feeling cold in the canteen and having a headache for the rest of the day? wanted to watch the soccer match! it was the last soccer match and i missed it. i was just too uncomfortable to watch the match. i wonder how they did!&lt;br /&gt;i'm super bored! what should i do what should i do?! i have to do something. and i'm hungry at 5.05pm. that's great. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827683-111295110039297243?l=imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/111295110039297243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827683&amp;postID=111295110039297243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111295110039297243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827683/posts/default/111295110039297243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectlyperfect.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-had-fever-since-yesterday-after-pe.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
