<?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-5510861</id><updated>2011-07-15T05:30:38.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>charlene</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-116274296216723643</id><published>2006-11-06T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:09:52.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>perennial recess, anyone?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/116274296216723643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/116274296216723643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2006/11/perennial-recess-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-111885803358228676</id><published>2005-06-16T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T21:31:54.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss 2003 - 2004.when andrea and i sat together,passed notes aboutkangkong + ultraman ! LOL.talked about going shoppingand rescuing our baby 3.ponning jogging !slacker 2.4km runs andddsneaking big pkts of food upstairs!bio tuition with the girls,bubble teaand one shaky guy haha.tracy's whinings.tang yuans. : Dlindsay and i eating in class,-sugarcane-coconuts(pui pui ! into our rubbish bag)-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111885803358228676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111885803358228676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-miss-2003-2004.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-111839556463508266</id><published>2005-06-10T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T23:22:21.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>suddenly i'm missing her SO FUCKING BADin the past, she was a friend so closeall the happy times we'd spent together -and i cherished her friendship dearly,i never dared admit how much it meant to mefor fear she'd wrench it away from meintentionally.but even without admitting,we've drifted real far.it hurts so much more to be treated withINDIFFERENCE.sometimes it hurts so bad,i want to scream at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111839556463508266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111839556463508266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/06/suddenly-im-missing-her-so-fucking-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-111313458469130836</id><published>2005-04-10T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T20:03:04.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this week has been pretty hectic, and waaay too much fun! &lt;3 I LOVE THE CLIQUE, heaps and tonnes and loads, i miss them sooo bad already.but i really, really have no energy to update bout all that has happened -- and i've already blogged in the clique blog anyway -- so go read that if you're interested at all.now my parents suspect i have leukemia (and my mum wants me to go for blood test !), but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111313458469130836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111313458469130836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-week-has-been-pretty-hectic-and.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-111244483320319576</id><published>2005-04-02T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T20:33:51.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's a whole load to update about,but i've been lazy. like:dinner with The Clique after the induction finale on tuesday - Andy wanted to transfer back to IJ cuz of a certain girl with 36-24-36 measurements, candid photos, and the painful train ride home! LOL.THREE HOT hunks BABES ! i -heart- my CG! hah, okay that sounds sooo totally bimbo! but yeah, A22's the epitome of enthusiasm and fun! we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111244483320319576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111244483320319576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/04/theres-whole-load-to-update-aboutbut.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-111210953263489389</id><published>2005-03-29T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T23:18:52.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>met lind ytd. details at The Clique Blog ! (thinking up a more funky name for the clique, bear with this!)so anyway the induction camp today was just as slack as ytd's ! reminded me of the npcc days -- building the 'vehicle' thingy with our clove hitch and lashings (there were np people in my OG!), monkey bars (and some of the squadmates who struggled with it during armpower trng), the cheater </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111210953263489389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111210953263489389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/03/met-lind-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-111184554506423551</id><published>2005-03-26T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T22:03:09.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>since yesterday i've been looking forward to meeting The Clique! (lazy to type all your names already la) i don't know why but i can't stop missing everyone! hahs. especially my bao bei LIND! your entry really made me wanna cry you know! :'(10 STUPID THINGS I DID TODAY:1. ran round the whole of toa payoh looking for a place which sold sunflowers, but found zero! pathetic area la! made me so tired</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111184554506423551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111184554506423551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/03/since-yesterday-ive-been-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-111167222431595914</id><published>2005-03-24T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:30:34.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>met up with xiaohan, chilliqueen, megamell (his ass! we pinched it..lol!), bread and erm the small but hunky corny today, along with andy. OMG i missed all these people soooo much (okay prev entry yea) and for a moment i thought i was still in innova ! okay are we gonna set up the clique blog soon? -beam beam beam-subway saved me from awful gastric shiat.oh, the cookie's still in my bag!-nibble </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111167222431595914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111167222431595914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/03/met-up-with-xiaohan-chilliqueen.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-111158259042990578</id><published>2005-03-23T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T20:56:30.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aaah sa was quite boring today. -shudders- quite unexpected, i thought it would be at least somewhat fun there ; nothing like this! hopefully it improves when orientation starts.and i missed everyone else LOADS! fang and lind, who i've been super duper close with for the past two years. it was really very weird without them around!fang, we used to be very close friends .. until i started biting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111158259042990578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111158259042990578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/03/aaah-sa-was-quite-boring-today.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-111124532461361445</id><published>2005-03-19T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T23:15:24.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>omg it's GREAT to be back !shanghai suzhou hangzhou's crap!crap crap crap!it was horrible! traumatic. :missed the friends esp, the clean streets, my computer, iPod (eff i can't believe i forgot to bring it along!), and the food! even my maid's cooking is like loads better than the cheena food! and i missed my messy messy room and big fat bed and fluffy pillows !stupid STUPID tour agency dumped us</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111124532461361445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111124532461361445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/03/omg-its-great-to-be-back-shanghai.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-111062623469042910</id><published>2005-03-12T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T19:17:14.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thank you andy, at, brad, lind, lornelius and sidekick mel for an absolutely KICK ASS time ice-skating today! :D (even though i ended up with a few injuries, lol.)we must all go again, even if we all end up in different schools ..okaaay - i'm feeling quite sad cuz the first three months are coming to an end, but let's not get mushy lah.dont feel like continuing this entry, so ..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111062623469042910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/111062623469042910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/03/thank-you-andy-at-brad-lind-lornelius.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110995586811506626</id><published>2005-03-05T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T15:12:46.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay i changed my mind! sentosa is quite fun after all ;)phew, i'm BUSHED from uploading the pics,and doing the captions. so,we'll let the photos speak for themselves.plus these from kim.watching them play beach vball was no fun.(blame myself. zero ball sense!)but playing in the water,getting smacked in the head by a vball from puden,the erm 'soccer' ( i practically stood there and did hardly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110995586811506626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110995586811506626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/03/okay-i-changed-my-mind-sentosa-is.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110976834666768185</id><published>2005-03-02T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T20:59:06.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aaiieeee ! just got home !the shopping trip with V was super-dee-duper fruitful! and she looked sooo prettay with her fringe. (see la, thanks to my good recommendation for a hairstylist!) i went out with $120 or so, and i came home with nearly zero dollars. :D aaaand, i'm SUPER HAPPY about it! haven't gone shopping in such a long time, i just had to pamper myself! feeling a teeny-weeny bit guilty</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110976834666768185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110976834666768185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/03/aaiieeee-just-got-home-shopping-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110958715101894814</id><published>2005-02-28T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T14:10:54.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>effing un-super:i'm a stupid stupid lazy bum! urgh..THE results sucked !i still can't believe i got a C6 for lit!like hello? the lowest i've ever,ever scored was a B4! once.and everything else was unsatisfactory.(except bio and phychem)but still, not enough !argh, grumblegrumble.GRUMBLES!so damn disappointed.but, yeah so?"what were you expecting?"hardly even put in any effort,so shut up lah, okay</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110958715101894814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110958715101894814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/02/effing-un-super-im-stupid-stupid-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110878388059904512</id><published>2005-02-19T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T11:31:20.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, i've been busy, so i've not been updating.valentine's day was not bad. BUT I STILL MISS CEDAR'S! -pouts- thank God for the many cedarians in innova, otherwise the occasion would have been draaab. :D got quite a few presents (thanks, sweeties!) and that kinda made me feel like crap because i had $zero, so couldn't get anyone anything nice. -double pout-and, we played mahjong yesterday! guess</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110878388059904512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110878388059904512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/02/okay-ive-been-busy-so-ive-not-been.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110795912894964262</id><published>2005-02-09T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T17:19:20.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR !yesterday's cny celebrations were pathetic ! -grumble- couldn't stand the emcees (eew) + we had a dumb lantern making competition, which was a total flop, cos none of us actually knew how to piece a lantern together. we were stapling the angpows frantically even after time was up, it was hilarious.BUT WE STILL GOT 3RD!roflmao. :Dlazy to update bout ytd -- read lind's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110795912894964262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110795912894964262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-chinese-new-year-yesterdays-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110768686798095108</id><published>2005-02-06T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T23:02:37.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-wails cries, scream kick shout !-sometimes i feel so angry, i just wanna strangle you and shake you, and show you how irritated i am. but i know, in the end it'll be all my fault for being such an idiot anyway.i'm trying my best, butit doesn't seem to be making any difference.anyway, seriously.i think i've got skin cancer.so please be nice to me now.might not have more chances to.and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110768686798095108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110768686798095108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/02/wails-cries-scream-kick-shout.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110705834506571374</id><published>2005-01-30T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T12:12:25.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my, it's been looong. i know i've been saying how much i've been missing my dear, dear zedders -- but it was only after yesterday that i understood exactly how much i've been missing having those darlings as my classmates. but it was quite sad, cos only about one third of the class turned up. i miss ama, dezzo and all of you !!!we'll never walk into the same classroom again, andbeg mrs foo to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110705834506571374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110705834506571374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-its-been-looong.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110636276759966002</id><published>2005-01-22T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T11:00:38.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm such a lazy ass. too lazy to update, but i feel obliged.so let's keep this short.we played mahjong ytd, and it was super-duper fun ! i'll skip the details cos mahjong is mahjong, and i'm just such a pig. :Doh and when i told my dad that my friends were scared of him, he said 'tell your friends his daughter always scold him'. nyeh. ;)anyway, minus one potential couple already. wasted ah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110636276759966002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110636276759966002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-such-lazy-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110622102258943423</id><published>2005-01-20T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T23:12:01.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>innova's been a blast so far (except that my darling lindsay is sick) ! the classmates, and some, are super funny ! plus all the potential couples we have to matchmake !roflmao. kinda miss my OG and the other 'C' as well. the teachers are quite nice, except for pauline. i mean, he is quite funny and not a bad teacher .. but he's damn weird lah !and he's got something against me and my 'heavily </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110622102258943423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110622102258943423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/01/innovas-been-blast-so-far-except-that.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110545130951984376</id><published>2005-01-11T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:48:29.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm such a bloody slacker :Ddidn't really get much of a workout during captain's ball today, cuz i was supposed to be the 'goal-keeper' person. and it was quite funny, cos my team's so lousy! (actually, we're just girls with ABSOLUTELY no ball sense, hur hur). everytime someone was on the verge of passing to me, our opponent would intercept LAH ! -mumblegrumblepoutpout-showering after that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110545130951984376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110545130951984376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-such-bloody-slacker-d-didnt-really.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110527994624729100</id><published>2005-01-09T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T22:12:26.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>our orientation finale was a mixture of good and not-so-goods.our groups insisted on doing a dance item to jamelia's superstar, with only less than 2 hours to choreograph and practice. brrsh, it was quite a disaster (or so i think).. and i never ever* want to hear that song again ! -SHUDDERS.(and tilt your head back still rocks!)however, preparation for the cross-dress pageant was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110527994624729100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110527994624729100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/01/our-orientation-finale-was-mixture-of_09.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110492652523874968</id><published>2005-01-05T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T20:02:05.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>orientation day two was quite chaotic cos the staff were going round catching people still with coloured or 'punk' (the principal's own words) hairstyles. thank goodness my OGF didn't report any of us to the vice principal. then everyone had to walk over to the singapore sports school. it's huge !and extremely impressive. the magazine talks were quite redundant, but the cheering session and mass </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110492652523874968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110492652523874968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/01/orientation-day-two-was-quite-chaotic.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110476013709127269</id><published>2005-01-03T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T21:48:57.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss four zed !ijc's such a far cry from cedar and the zedders. -pouts-i was hoping so hard that it was be at least half as cool, half as fun .. but i guess it's just too much to expect.lindsay (our cheerleader and group leader for the day!) and i were not exactly enthusiastic about the orientation activities, but compared to the rest of the group, i guess you could say we were ?we have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110476013709127269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110476013709127269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-miss-four-zed-ijcs-such-far-cry-from.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110442200104344954</id><published>2004-12-30T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T23:53:21.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cut my hair at kimage yesterday. i've been wanted to chop it off for AGES. was really bored of the long hair, so i cut off quite alot. now it touches my collar. i wanted to leave a tail, but the hairdresser forgot !so now i have a mini one. -pouts-i think it's fine. i expected myself to look HORRIBLE in short hair, but at least i don't look hideous. :/ tracy says it's cute (??), my colleagues</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110442200104344954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110442200104344954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-cut-my-hair-at-kimage-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110424705705090568</id><published>2004-12-28T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T23:17:37.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DAMN, i only get my measly pay next month.and school's starting soon. i hope it's gonna be fun man. :/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110424705705090568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110424705705090568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/12/damn-i-only-get-my-measly-pay-next.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110329205342177486</id><published>2004-12-17T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T22:00:53.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got ij, arts.my first choice. phewf?but i don't know what to feel about it.think i'm gonna appeal for sci stream.if i dont like it,i can always switch.by the way,shopping in bangkok was fun.but it could have been more fruitful.cant wait to get my pay,and then shop more in sgp!wooot! :):):)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110329205342177486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110329205342177486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-got-ij-arts.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110278103831775842</id><published>2004-12-11T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T17:30:13.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>working's a blast now that i'm used to the standing.rumi and vern helped me do my eyebrows, and they look so much better now! :)anyway, went to visit fang hui at carrefour today cos i know she's really lonely and only has the prisoner of azkaban to keep her company there. heh. AND I WAS LATE FOR MY WORK! -shrieks- thank goodness the manager decided not to deduct my pay! phew. the shop doesn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110278103831775842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110278103831775842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/12/workings-blast-now-that-im-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110234161452973878</id><published>2004-12-06T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T21:57:03.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fang hui came and visited me today.i love my sidekick. she's so shameless kind and considerate!she bought me cadbury marble chocolate.she bought raspberry bath bubbles from body shop.(and got a 50% discount !)and she keeps complaining about how much she misses eileen.i'll be going overseas for an open-heart surgery on the 13th.will be back on the 17th, if the op goes smoothly.actually,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110234161452973878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110234161452973878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/12/fang-hui-came-and-visited-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110208155775246940</id><published>2004-12-03T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T23:11:08.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been wanting to update about my coolio job at The Body Shop, but i've been way too tired to bother to blog (lazy, in other words) for the past four days. the pay isn't anything fantastic (only $5.50 per hour) and i have to work 7 to 8 hours per day. but at least i'll get a reasonable sum after 17 days of hard work!actually it's quite fun, as a retail assistant. the shop has loadsa cool </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110208155775246940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110208155775246940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/12/ive-been-wanting-to-update-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110161647861297787</id><published>2004-11-28T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T20:54:23.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm at andrea's house now! stayed over after the campfire.. i've been too lazy to update, but since andrea's busy getting ready to go out (and i'm already ready!) i might as well give a speed-update!prom was, as expected, no big deal. everything was sooo cheap-o !the chairs made it seem like we were all attending a funeral! :\ the food wasn't very good either, except for the mashed potatoes and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110161647861297787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110161647861297787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-at-andreas-house-now-stayed-over.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110130343897005634</id><published>2004-11-24T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T21:37:18.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i might not have come out alive ! *shivers-andrea and i had decided to get a manicure. (we really do deserve to pamper ourselves a teeny bit,right?) anyway, since she had this '2 for the price of 1' voucher in some ulu place called 'high street centre'.the building was quite dilapidated and deserted, the kind that nobody bothers to renovate cos nobody shops there anyway.  not that i'm being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110130343897005634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110130343897005634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-might-not-have-come-out-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110112840162773772</id><published>2004-11-22T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T21:19:54.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everything is O-ver. such a big relief! :)andrea and i went window shopping and job-hunting today. there wasn't much shopping to do, actually. except that i found a pretty cheap black mini dress, which is quite plain, but will look loads better once spruced up with abit of accessories. problem is i have no money, and my lousy mother plain refuses to pay for me.which mother doesn't pay for her</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110112840162773772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110112840162773772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/11/everything-is-o-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110079500359182429</id><published>2004-11-18T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T00:37:01.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOOOT! the o's are over, unofficially. :):):) and we've already started playing!!the incredibles was incredible! (nyeh, sounds so cheesy) even though it seems incredibly childish, it's actually quite smart. dash is such a little brat, but still incredibly funny. roflmao ! couldn't help but giggle non-stop when he ran at top speed as though he were as super as superchar ! the intro part was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110079500359182429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110079500359182429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/11/wooot-os-are-over-unofficially.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110067947084310755</id><published>2004-11-17T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T17:34:21.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>these words are my own, from my heart flow. don't you know? i love you i love you i love you.i have this extremely unhealthy, obsessive, uncontrollable desire to shop like mad.everytime i see an online shop, i feel this urge to steal someone's credit card and spend like mad on:colourful graphic tees,prettay earrings,faded super-dee-duper light jeans,funkeh sneakers,beach-goer flip flops,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110067947084310755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110067947084310755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/11/these-words-are-my-own-from-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110042712810985626</id><published>2004-11-14T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T20:50:51.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm such a bloody slacker!! i haven't been studying at all since the biology paper (which have i mentioned? was super badly set!) i thought cambridge was supposed to check through the questions very thoroughly!?SO. TODAY. i went to watch shark tale with my sidekick.(mumble-grumble,superchar has no friends see? so her sidekick's her best friend!)and even though it was kinda dumb, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110042712810985626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110042712810985626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-such-bloody-slacker-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-110000640414091290</id><published>2004-11-11T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T15:06:26.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>phew! -wipes imaginary pespiration off my brow-i've been trying to get this layout to work for me for at least a week! and after struggling with it for i-don't-know how many times, it's finally working ! woots! :)my pda's back too !and in perfect working condition again! they sent it back via 'extremely urgent' DHL delivery. (well, that's what it said on the package) i've missed it sooo much!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110000640414091290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/110000640414091290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/11/phew-wipes-imaginary-pespiration-off.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109974886164198589</id><published>2004-11-06T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T21:51:37.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey. the o levels have been rather unpredictable.i've screwed up everything i thought i wouldn't.like english, social studies, literature..yet i suppose i've done okay for my math subjects and physics.hopefully i do well. (ah, doesn't everyone hope so?) my parents seem so stressed on my behalf, the poor things. they have been rather encouraging. dad bought hershey's cocoa so that he could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109974886164198589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109974886164198589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/11/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109931187507299718</id><published>2004-11-01T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T20:33:27.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 Things I've Done Today1. woke up at 10, and got my huge butt over to lind's place!(supposed to study with her, dezzo &amp; fangs.)2. ate lunch (lind is a super-cook!!) 3. tried committing some social studies to memory (not very successful though..)4. watched a scary movie!! i'll never look at mirrors the same way again! :/5. weighed myself, screamed, and felt like crying. (sigh. it's okay, i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109931187507299718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109931187507299718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/11/10-things-ive-done-today1.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109888381578493966</id><published>2004-10-27T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T21:30:15.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel sooo shacked even though i haven't done much today.went to aspen early to get some studying done (andrea was there an hour before me) , but i only managed to do a teeny bit of venice. but the environment there is really condusive for studying. if only i wasn't such a lousy slacker! :/when andrea and i were walking back to aspen after getting our drinks and mashed potatoes, this ugly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109888381578493966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109888381578493966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-feel-sooo-shacked-even-though-i.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109859989114065437</id><published>2004-10-24T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T20:08:16.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-big FAT yawn-i stayed up late last night to complete a physics essay, and waited for a call from aspen regarding the photos on monday. then i had to force myself outta bed early this morning and get my fat butt over to tuition. :/ i really can't wait for the o's to be over!! hopefully dad will be able to ballot for plane tickets to new zealand. (since they don't wanna go to south africa) i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109859989114065437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109859989114065437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/10/big-fat-yawn-i-stayed-up-late-last.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109816930292728852</id><published>2004-10-19T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T17:20:04.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>came across a blog template with a similar colour scheme, and i decided to try it out. i removed all the extra tables and the photos which wouldn't show. i just liked the colours.i doubt i'll be updating very often now that the o's seem so much closer. i'm supposed to be studying really hard! where do i go to find stuff to update about? ._.plus i just realised my hp plan only provides 400 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109816930292728852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109816930292728852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/10/came-across-blog-template-with-similar.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109784650603633911</id><published>2004-10-15T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T21:55:09.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was the last official school day in Cedar, and i'm soooo gonna miss everyone. LOADS! i feel awful having to leave the school (the people, actually) after four years of hardcore bonding. especially the zedders.they've been such beautiful people, and the past two years have been absolutely dazzling with them as classmates! we've been through so much together -- the red pineapple, irritating</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109784650603633911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109784650603633911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-was-last-official-school-day-in.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109758497913313592</id><published>2004-10-12T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T20:53:56.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Ultimate SacrificeLinda Birtish literally gave herself away. Linda was an outstanding teacher who felt that if she had the time, she would like to create great art and poetry. When she was 28, however, she began to get severe headaches. Her doctors discovered that she had an enormous brain tumor. They told her that her chances of surviving an operation were about 2%. Therefore, rather than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109758497913313592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109758497913313592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/10/ultimate-sacrifice-linda-birtish.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109724185586298739</id><published>2004-10-08T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T21:58:54.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:) end of a tiring week!:/ twelfth night character analysis:D (this one's a secret):D :D :D (secret!):D :D (secret secret secret!!!):( david yeo's been voted out from sg idol..i tell you, singapore simply does not know how to vote!!!:/ damnnnn i'm SO ANGRY!!first jeassea, now poor, poor david.:( -waaaaails!!-Singapore. S for STUPID!oh btw, today's my bro's bday. happy birthday!(now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109724185586298739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109724185586298739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/10/end-of-tiring-week-twelfth-night.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109713921569652688</id><published>2004-10-07T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T16:53:35.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was both boring and amusing.school was boring.but getting the coconuts, and trying to open them was funneh! :)the stupid, lazy, unhelpful, LOUSY durian sellers just refused to help us hack 'em open with their parangs. one of them claimed that the coconut flesh was very hard, and that our teeth had to be made of steel to eat it. -rolls my red itchy eyes- they don't think we're gonna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109713921569652688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109713921569652688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-was-both-boring-and-amusing.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109662782704873943</id><published>2004-10-01T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T18:50:27.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is such a headache!i've gotten back all my prelim results .. and they are BAD. i mean, technically, i do qualify for a jc . but given my l1r5 (a whopping 14 after deducting the bonus pts), i don't see which proper, reputable jc would wanna accept me. -frowns-one big fat problem is: i don't even know where i really want to go! i think i'm gonna take a gamble and opt for St. Andrew's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109662782704873943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109662782704873943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-such-headache-ive-gotten-back.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109637621037577777</id><published>2004-09-28T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T20:56:50.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just collected my spectacles.and they look even less nice than the last time i saw 'em at the shop. :/ i still feel kinda sore that i can't get those funky ones, and have to be stuck with this boring pair. (my mom says they make me look studious. so maybe they aren't that bad) but they make me feel giddy and somewhat sick - guess i'm just not used to them yet yeh ..-rubs eyes wearily-and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109637621037577777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109637621037577777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-just-collected-my-spectacles.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109603275764610757</id><published>2004-09-24T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T21:32:37.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cedarians should really fill in the silly feedback forms honestly! do you know the torture we had to endure because the previous batch couldn't be bothered to complain about the extreme boredom of the career seminars and jc/poly talks.especially the jc/poly talks.after listening to njc's talk, i'm gonna have to think twice to see if i wanna go there. but innova junior college seems super </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109603275764610757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109603275764610757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/09/cedarians-should-really-fill-in-silly.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109593827241286969</id><published>2004-09-23T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T19:21:35.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the prelims are finally officially over! :) actually, they were over ytd. but, i had no time (or energy) to do any updating!andrea and i went home to change before going out. it's no fun shopping in your school uniform. we saw so many prettay clothes!! but i have no money to buy! -pouts- (sometimes i wish i were the daughter of some super rich tycoon. but that's such a materialistic mindset! :/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109593827241286969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109593827241286969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/09/prelims-are-finally-officially-over.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109576336828747199</id><published>2004-09-21T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T18:42:48.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the prelims are nearly over! :) i'm just left with phy/chem practical, which is somewhat impossible to prepare for .. so i'm starting to relax already!-window shopping with andrea tmr! (maybe a sleepover at my place?)-swimming and tennis with lind, fang, dezzo on thurs-hanging out with my darling siamese on friand i simply can't wait to get my coolio specs!! -does a funny jiggle- :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109576336828747199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109576336828747199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/09/prelims-are-nearly-over-im-just-left.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109551951975698826</id><published>2004-09-18T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T22:58:39.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:):):)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109551951975698826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109551951975698826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109541314235352175</id><published>2004-09-17T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T17:30:35.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>emath paper 2 was surprisingly doable. i just wasn't sure about the question with the cone and hemisphere - i saw the formulae just ytd, but i just couldn't recall!! what's worse: fang was laughing at me for having overlooked it! ah, but i don't think i'll flunk the paper. hope i can get a B3 (see how low my expectations are?). i'm kinda convinced i won't be able to qualify for a jc already ..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109541314235352175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109541314235352175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/09/emath-paper-2-was-surprisingly-doable.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109517345508488864</id><published>2004-09-14T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T22:50:55.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>urgh. i am so annoyed with this lousy com! -kicks the CPU!!- msn has decided not to co-operate with me, so now i'm stuck with using the old version, from i-dunno-how-many years back! pfft.and i'm very fed up with all the studying too! i open my book, and stare really hard at it. but i just can't seem to stuff any more into my aching head! :/ just today, fang lind and dezzo came over to my place</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109517345508488864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109517345508488864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/09/urgh_14.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109498503410651794</id><published>2004-09-12T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T18:36:06.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-wails- today's the final day of the short september holidays. i am so NOT prepared for tmr's ss paper. so damn sure i'm gonna screw this one up too. -pouts-i've tried studying for the past 2½ hours already, but i just can't seem to keep all the information inside my puny brain. and now i have a splitting headache. i know it's no use complaining now (and that i should be making the best of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109498503410651794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109498503410651794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/09/wails-todays-final-day-of-short.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109482435003834654</id><published>2004-09-10T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T21:52:30.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>immobilised by the thought of youparalysed by the sight of youhypnotised by the words you saynot true, but i believe 'em anyway..--shiver, maroon 5</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109482435003834654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109482435003834654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/09/immobilised-by-thought-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109465509032333462</id><published>2004-09-08T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T22:51:30.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have a secret - a REAL one (nobody knows but me). and it's so painful to let it remain a secret. i feel horribly sick and tired of it, so effing frustrated.I DONT LIKE IT.i don't know what to expect, what to think, what to believe. i don't even know who i should listen to. so many people tell me that there's a possibility. a high possibility. all the encouragement only builds me up, to make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109465509032333462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109465509032333462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-have-secret-real-one-nobody-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109457295134819387</id><published>2004-09-07T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T11:41:08.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-big fat grin- i just love jay chou! his songs! -- ooooh my. :) i've been listening to those same few tracks the whole day now, and i'm not tired of 'em yet!the lovey dovey template's gone, replaced by this would-be dark, black and boring one - save the beautiful 'ge qian' by jay and the greenish words.his slowww, sad ballads always get me into a sweetly melancholic mood.if there's even such</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109457295134819387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109457295134819387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/09/big-fat-grin-i-just-love-jay-chou-his.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109446699728180002</id><published>2004-09-06T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T18:47:42.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>an average man's body weighing ten stone is constructed of enough water to fill a ten-gallon barrel; enough fat for seven bars of soap; of carbon sufficient for 9,000 lead pencils, and of phosphorus to make 2,200 match heads; enough magnesium to provide one dose of salts; iron to make one medium-sized nail; lime to whitewash a chicken coop; potassium to explode a toy cannon; sugar to fill a shake</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109446699728180002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109446699728180002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/09/average-mans-body-weighing-ten-stone.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109435029865030571</id><published>2004-09-05T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T23:47:30.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to make a supercharIngredients:5 parts mercy1 part arrogance5 parts joyMethod:Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Top it off with a sprinkle of sadness and enjoy!Username:Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109435029865030571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109435029865030571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/09/how-to-make-superchar-ingredients-5.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109422210213879113</id><published>2004-09-03T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T22:35:02.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the english paper was horrible - i always have absolutely nothing* to write about. :( so i think i've forfeited my only possible A1. aiya, why am i always doing such stupid things!?!seldoon feeb evol iand after eating that, we [aka fang, jing, jo and i] pulled together our coins, and decided to get somemore to eat. but nearly everything cost more than $2.65!! so we bought a brownie mix and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109422210213879113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109422210213879113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/09/english-paper-was-horrible-i-always.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109413178537050748</id><published>2004-09-02T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:29:45.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-sigh- i don't feel very good.we did emath ppr 2 in school today, and it was quite okay - except that i didn't manage to complete all the questions. i went home to change after that, then went to study with fang and lind at bk kovan. (i haven't been to heartland since forever) problem is .. i didn't exactly get any studying done. pfft- i just get so distracted. by everything around me.  we were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109413178537050748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109413178537050748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/09/sigh-i-dont-feel-very-good.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109402597817405680</id><published>2004-09-01T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T16:18:03.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy teachers' day! :)i'm feeling troubled over matters of a sensitive nature.piwen, tracy, verena, jien - they all think so!  (regarding something).urgh.but it's impossible!! trust me!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109402597817405680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109402597817405680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-teachers-day-im-feeling-troubled.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109378634574107420</id><published>2004-08-29T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T20:21:23.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the siamese bimbos! :D funfunfun!we made a pretty teachers' day card for mr chua - but crayon got all over it. it still looks great though. no worries!but the best part of the day was morphing into a super-bimbo with andrea! x) we made so many funny poses for the camera with totally ditzy hairstyles. it was a whole lotta fun okay! :):):)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109378634574107420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109378634574107420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/siamese-bimbos-d-funfunfun-we-made.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109359979543728533</id><published>2004-08-27T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T18:23:34.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wheeeee..x-country was so fun la! :) i just jogged my way through macritchie reservior (but i had an extremely painful stitch on my right side when i was jogging through the forest, all the way till the end). i should have just refused to eat that silly bread my mum offered me this morning. i walked abit, then sprinted to the finishing line. woots! saw ma'am chew ( i'm conveniently leaving out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109359979543728533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109359979543728533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/wheeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109351371855042144</id><published>2004-08-26T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T20:08:22.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*heel, toe, squat. clap x2.*the aces day workout is kinda fun actually. -grin-x-country tmr! :)i was chased by a huge butterfly on my way home today.SHRIEEEEKS.it was as large as my palm! freaakeh.and i love my dah-ling jay chou. hee hee.hen you xia tian de gan jue..so sad. i've got no dosh to get his cd. -sob sob-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109351371855042144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109351371855042144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/heel-toe-squat.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109326218215908313</id><published>2004-08-23T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T21:55:45.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>please, daddy mummy? it's just $120. plus a bit more for the shoes and accessories? :/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109326218215908313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109326218215908313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/please-daddy-mummy-its-just-120.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109315341443801085</id><published>2004-08-22T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T13:43:34.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iknowiknow.i was walking up the looong slope, thinking about something, and i got hit by a car!!so i've come to a conclusion - not to think too much when walking on the road.maybe i'll just focus all my energy on amath! -sigh-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109315341443801085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109315341443801085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/iknowiknow.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109310007214861040</id><published>2004-08-21T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T23:02:25.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went out to do amath today. yes, it's true!not that i managed to get alot done. but i did do some! my head hurts now, either from doing too much math, or from banging my head i-dont-know- how many times on the wall at oj. :/ we (meaning fang, lind and i) bumped into miss lavina there. the poor thing had to rush off for some hsl dinner.we, on the other hand, had delicious (but oily) pizza </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109310007214861040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109310007214861040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-went-out-to-do-amath-today.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109300595664668108</id><published>2004-08-20T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T20:45:56.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>overeating is a bad habit, esp if you're already fat. like me. :/today was 'be yourself' day, and we had to wear the ugly see-through tees the school forced us to buy. -grumpy look- i didn't even bother to do anything with it, except to attach on 4 ribbons. but i added a girl taking a photo on the back of the tee in the morning. it looked bad, but thankfully, we could change outta it during </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109300595664668108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109300595664668108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/overeating-is-bad-habit-esp-if-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109291467780886904</id><published>2004-08-19T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T19:24:37.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was super exhausting! :/ but we took so many funny photos!went to compass pt with lind and atiqah after school to grab smt to eat, before heading to lindsay's house to start our cooking. had some money issues, and now i'm broke again, and i owe people a total of $16. next month i'll be just as broke. -sigh-cooking the chicken wings (at lind's place) were so fun! and messy, too. i never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109291467780886904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109291467780886904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/today-was-super-exhausting-but-we-took.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109283771664410096</id><published>2004-08-18T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T22:01:56.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cut my hair today.and i dont think it actually looks that nice.because part of my fringe is like, really short.and eewww.i look like one nerdo. -sigh-born to be ugly.and anyway, i saw this really beautiful sunflower today. so i just used a birthday as an excuse to buy it. i can't bear to give it away actually, but it's gotta go. my parents are gonna think my bf gave it to me if i keep it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109283771664410096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109283771664410096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-cut-my-hair-today.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109274579739834985</id><published>2004-08-17T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T19:17:42.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm gonna cut my hair tmr, hopefully. if i can get some dosh from my mum. $1.30 left for the month is just impossible. plus the birthday presents i have to get. -screaaams!- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109274579739834985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109274579739834985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-gonna-cut-my-hair-tmr-hopefully.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109264216055306802</id><published>2004-08-16T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T15:48:59.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i scared mich just now. :/we were talking about bee at the bus stop, about my mum threatening to throw him away, or dump him at spca. i felt so guilty and sad, i just wanted to cry! i could feel all those tears threaten to spill over, and even though i buried my face in my hands and tried to stop, i couldn't!it was sooo embarrassing! i was just red-eyed and rudolph-nosed at our school </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109264216055306802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109264216055306802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-think-i-scared-mich-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109258367276912313</id><published>2004-08-15T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T23:27:52.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohhh, i feel kinda sick. -pulls a face-dinner tonight was just too much. i could hardly eat anything, cos i was feeling so sleepy. but at least i got to see that really cute waiter again. :) and there was my almond jelly with longans.i love it when my dad makes mocha ice-blends, and when my mum makes peach cheesecake. except that i'm too sleepy for that now. -yawns-so build me up, buttercup</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109258367276912313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109258367276912313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/ohhh-i-feel-kinda-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109249622260177245</id><published>2004-08-14T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T23:10:22.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-sigh- today was the passing out of my squad. i'm sooo gonna miss all my darrrling squadmates. HERMES: the most extraordinary thing about this is the people. :)it was pretty different from how i expected it to be like. the quarrel between some sqdmates in the morning (come on lah, it's POP!) had really bad timing. then we played this game which seemed oh-so-tiring, but turned out to be super </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109249622260177245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109249622260177245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/sigh-today-was-passing-out-of-my-squad.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109240884516764278</id><published>2004-08-13T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T23:02:01.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-plops my butt onto the chair!-i'm soo super tired, i think i'm gonna leave polishing my boots till tmr morning. -groans-math remedial was cancelled today (thank goodness, i tell you) so we went straight to winnie's to start on our mystery gift. the whole process was pretty much disastrous, we took so long just to get out of school. the journey there was pretty fruitful. took several pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109240884516764278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109240884516764278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/plops-my-butt-onto-chair-im-soo-super.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109222611674554512</id><published>2004-08-11T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T21:50:44.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i saw nick shen today!! just outside bugis' topshop. -swooons- he's so charmingly cute! :)-munch munch-the quaker chewy cookies &amp; milk granola bar tracy gave me earlier today is really yummy. i'm showing signs of polydipsia. feeling really thirsty now. -takes a BIG gulp of water- i wouldn't be surprised if i'm suffering from diabetes mellitus. i have such a sweet tooth.i have only $20 to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109222611674554512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109222611674554512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-saw-nick-shen-today-just-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109213397577351832</id><published>2004-08-10T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T18:32:55.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't know why i'm being so stupid. it's obvious, it's hopeless. but i'm still clinging on to every straw of hope, like some desperate fool. i feel so angry with myself!i feel terrible.and all those small things (yeah, i know i said they made me happy). they made me feel terrible today. it's as though i'm struggling with my own thoughts - those teasing thoughts. i tried sleeping them off, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109213397577351832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109213397577351832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-dont-know-why-im-being-so-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109206100727321946</id><published>2004-08-09T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T23:05:46.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wooots. i'm in a happy mood today. :) and i don't even know why. -grins-i don't mind spending everydayout on your corner in the pouring rain.look for the girl with the broken smileask her if she wants to stay awhile.and she will be loved..okay. actually, i think i do know why. all the small things can make you very happy too!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109206100727321946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109206100727321946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/wooots.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109194359059665403</id><published>2004-08-08T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T13:39:50.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-giggles-i had such a strange dream last night! and i can't help but laugh whenever i think about it, even though i could hardly stop crying inside my dream. spare you the details, yeh? :)maybe it has something to do with thinking over so many things ytd, while attempting to tidy up my messy room. it's still in a pretty horrid state now. -sheepish grin-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109194359059665403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109194359059665403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/giggles-i-had-such-strange-dream-last.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109178881070527586</id><published>2004-08-06T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T16:39:10.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was so much fun! esp since we had a half-day, and i could wear the red-white thingy instead of np uniform this year. heh. the fact that i didn't have enough sleep didn't seem to matter that much after all.the community singing (or rather croaking, since my voice was so hoarse) was the best part of the celebrations in school actually. the rest of the concert were pretty much dull. i got so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109178881070527586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109178881070527586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/today-was-so-much-fun-esp-since-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109170955417214476</id><published>2004-08-05T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T20:39:14.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woots! :) some teachers really kick ass.like when mrs lim said "they are not men, not even boys. they are not girls. they are babies!", referring to a certain group of boys who could not settle a petty quarrel on their own, and had to bring the matter up to someone with more authority.my throat's getting pretty bad now. i sound reaaally bad. i've nearly finished the medicine the doctor gave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109170955417214476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109170955417214476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/woots-some-teachers-really-kick-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109150455811452433</id><published>2004-08-03T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T11:44:45.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-coughs- decided to do abit of blogging since i'm stuck at home, with practically nothing to do. couldn't sleep at all last night cos i was coughing, sniffling and shivering in bed. i kept waking up at 10-min intervals to adjust the air-con. one moment i felt really cold, and the next, i felt so warm! turns out i had a pretty bad fever of 38.4­°C. got an mc from the doc, and some medicine(yuck). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109150455811452433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109150455811452433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/08/coughs-decided-to-do-abit-of-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109110453327793100</id><published>2004-07-29T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:35:52.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gave sch a miss today. simply felt wayyy too drained and achy after ytd's excitement. i didn't even finish watching amazing race before falling off to sleep, in front of the telly. i was supposed to complete all my unfinished hw, but i haven't really done much, considering it's already 8pm. -sheepish grin- just hope i can finish my amath prelim paper. :/ OMG OMG OMG.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109110453327793100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109110453327793100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/07/gave-sch-miss-today.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109109835534340079</id><published>2004-07-28T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T18:11:23.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today's national track and field finals was soo fun! except for the heavy rain, which made us have to evacuate the stadium twice. actually, the evacuation was pretty silly. by the time we got the sec 1s to 3s out into the shelter, the sec 4s were already freezing cold! :/ THE chinese high boys were so irritating! -grr- they stole our seats under the shelter at the grand stand. so ungentlemanly. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109109835534340079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109109835534340079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/07/todays-national-track-and-field-finals.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109057279276831088</id><published>2004-07-23T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T16:54:23.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>phew. finally. the end of one tiring, tormenting week! except that i still have npcc tmr. :/ and i'm going to have npcc every saturday, up till aug 14. -sigh- i had my dialogue session with mdm lum today. and somehow, i felt really guilty that i haven't been studying hard. it's just the way she puts it - it should be easy for me to get single digit l1r5 - because math and science, though my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109057279276831088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109057279276831088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/07/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-109041258014798004</id><published>2004-07-21T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T16:55:05.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>racial harmony day was sooo fun! :D pity this is most probably the last year i'm gonna be celebrating it. anyway, gotta thank nisha for lending me her sari! it was soo pretty!   the teachers were quite sweet, surprisingly. they just let us have all the fun, instead of teaching. except for mr suresh, who did attempt to do matrixes during the 1st period, but we wasted so much time adjusting our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109041258014798004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/109041258014798004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/07/racial-harmony-day-was-sooo-fun-d-pity.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-108988222307347233</id><published>2004-07-15T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T17:23:04.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am soo super FRUSTRATED with relative velocity!! i've been struggling with the worksheet ever since i reached home (around 3pm), and i haven't been able to complete one part of a question! :/ and it's not like i didn't try, okay.   i've been redoing those three silly questions, redrawing the fugly diagrams and pulling out my hair for the past 2½ hours. it's enough to drive ANYONE bonkers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/108988222307347233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/108988222307347233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-am-soo-super-frustrated-with.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-108980650276868585</id><published>2004-07-14T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T17:18:24.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>starhub sucks. it lied to us that mean girls would be showing at bugis at 1.30pm! it lied! andy, tracy and i rushed all the way down for nothing. and the dumbo cab driver cheated our money! he took the loong way instead, and our cab fare costed $7.40! i only had to pay $6 for a journey from my house to bugis, and cedar's much closer to bugis than my home. he didn't even have the conscience to let</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/108980650276868585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/108980650276868585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/07/starhub-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-108963029313383519</id><published>2004-07-12T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:39:11.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel pretty sick. feverish. i think it's the weather.i dont wanna be fat, but the more i think that, the more i eat! :/ it gets quite frustrating.how am i ever gonna lose weight like that!?for once in my life, i won't let sorrow hurt me. not like it's hurt me before. ♪♪</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/108963029313383519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/108963029313383519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-feel-pretty-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-112048921049760348</id><published>2004-07-03T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T23:00:10.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG I LOVE YOU! &lt;3smooch.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/112048921049760348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/112048921049760348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/07/omg-i-love-you-3-smooch.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510861.post-108878087443974175</id><published>2004-07-02T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T16:43:27.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we gave mich her birthday present today. andrea and i spent half of ytd's afternoon wrapping it in many MANY layers of magazine pages. we used up nearly 2 thick mags! i brought my digicam today so we managed to film down the entire process of her unwrapping her cd. it's pretty cute. happy birthday mich! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/108878087443974175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510861/posts/default/108878087443974175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superchar.blogspot.com/2004/07/we-gave-mich-her-birthday-present.html' title=''/><author><name>char</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07395199815758400155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
