<?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-6032988</id><updated>2011-10-21T19:37:00.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sarahrahrah</title><subtitle type='html'>a diary of the coolest girl around.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>281</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032988.post-112584255475159283</id><published>2005-09-04T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T22:04:09.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i thought about revamping my blog, but then i decided it was much easier to start afresh. besides, i'm getting damn fed up with blogspot. so.. goodbye, sarahrahrah.blogspot.com! i'm pretty pissed off that i didn't get xanga.com/sarahrahrah. what's more, that bitch doesn't even blog anymore lar. oh well.anyway, here's my new blog: http://www.xanga.com/frothagandaif you don't get it, then you're a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/112584255475159283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/112584255475159283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112584255475159283' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-111963365302063144</id><published>2005-06-25T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T01:20:53.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know, finally, i'm blogging. and although i know that probably no one is going to read this, i'm still doing it all the same.school starts this monday, and i'm dreading it like hell. i know i should cherish every second i have in mg, but frankly, school feels like hell right now. it has for pretty long, so it can't just be a phase, can it? i'm sick of everyone around me bugging me to study </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111963365302063144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111963365302063144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111963365302063144' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-111651119997068282</id><published>2005-05-19T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:00:00.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay, it's tv night! OC then one tree hill. chad michael murray overdose, cos he was on trl just now! yum.i'm trying to book tickets for star wars now, but the bloody website is hanging on me. i'm so excited to watch it! but also kind of sad that it's the last one..one more week to the holidays! if it can be called that, that is. we have to go back to school practically every day for the first two</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111651119997068282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111651119997068282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111651119997068282' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-111613057900338001</id><published>2005-05-15T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T12:17:47.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm trying to find edison chen's penis on the net, but to no avail! why?! now now, don't get the wrong idea, i'm not some sex-deprived porn addict. it's just that i read a story in 8 days from some hongkong gossip rag that he took photos of his own dick to impress some girl, cos it's just so BIG. and that's why i wanna see it. kapish?last night, we went out of africa. that's the annual RDA (dee's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111613057900338001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111613057900338001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111613057900338001' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-111596263525584389</id><published>2005-05-13T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T13:37:15.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this blog is stagnant. i haven't blogged in a million years! we're doing the DISC quiz in school now, cos today is supposed to be our 'surprise' no-lessons day.i have nothing to say. i suppose that's why i hardly blog anymore.. my life is a bore! and now all i think about (well, mostly) are clothes! i seriously think i have a problem.. i'm obsessed with clothes. haha, and i've bought quite a lot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111596263525584389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111596263525584389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111596263525584389' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-111306876166482693</id><published>2005-04-10T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T01:46:01.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we shook the prime minister's hand! cos we went to perform at the opening of kembangan community centre, and he was the guest of honour. so we did our cheerleading routine, and then i saw his face when our stunts went up. i swear, he was absolutely amazed. and then he asked us to take a photo with him, and suddenly all these photographers just appeared out of nowhere, and started snapping away. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111306876166482693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111306876166482693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111306876166482693' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-111253815281596615</id><published>2005-04-03T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:22:32.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've caught shopping fever once again! just got back from holland v, and let me tell you, sometimes you just don't expect to find such nice things there. haha..i was in such a laguna beach mood after watching it, so i actually wore sunglasses out! haha. i never dare to in singapore usually. but the sun was beginning to set by the time we reached holland, so it was so wasted.i'm still really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111253815281596615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111253815281596615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111253815281596615' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-111210912103198996</id><published>2005-03-29T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T23:19:09.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>actually, i did a quiz and i've been trying to show the results here, but it just won't bloody work! you have no idea how annoyed i am right now, but what to do? so anyway, the rest of the entry went like this:things have been pretty placid lately.it's odd how you can know someone for years, and not know what a good friend they can be, until now. yep, guess this year has been very different for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111210912103198996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111210912103198996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111210912103198996' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-111159221979764487</id><published>2005-03-23T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T23:36:59.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy happy birthday debbie!just got back from signature park, cos me, joanne, shumei, shuhui, danette and shannon went there to surprise debbie! haha, she's quite oblivious to things sometimes. she didn't even recognise us when she came. actually jo and i didn't do anything, we just walked there from my house, while dee, shumz and shan brought all the stuff. and shu brought the birthday girl! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111159221979764487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111159221979764487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111159221979764487' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-111115975329603671</id><published>2005-03-18T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T23:29:13.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, i'm finally ready to blog.even after my long absence, i still don't have much to blog about. anyway, though you all probably know, i'll say it again. we got third at cheerobics. it was slightly devastating, but hey, it's over. what's done is done.to the sizzlers: i love you, everyone! even if we didn't get first, we still got placed, and it's better than nothing. no one should be blamed, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111115975329603671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111115975329603671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111115975329603671' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-111056454707228818</id><published>2005-03-12T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T02:09:07.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay! tomorrow will be the first saturday in ages (and i mean ages) that i won't have to wake up at some unearthly hour. it feels so damn good to know that i don't have to drag myself out of bed at six again. and after that, one more week! well, sort of. we still have to go to school.i really don't know why, but this week has been such a quarrelsome week. i've argued with alot of people.. i should</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111056454707228818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111056454707228818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111056454707228818' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-111024772556602540</id><published>2005-03-08T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T10:08:45.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello! finally, the last week of term 1. well.. i guess i'm glad we can finally take a break, but it also means we're getting closer to the Os!was talking to dee, wen and shan about people's blogs yesterday. realised that my blog is really a recount of stuff i do. i think it's damn boring.. i mean, i do want to write about my thoughts and stuff like other people, but i guess i'm just not brave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111024772556602540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111024772556602540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111024772556602540' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-111012131392296612</id><published>2005-03-06T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T23:01:53.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am officially addicted to laguna beach on mtv. it's real-life OC! and i was lucky enough to start from the first episode. every sunday, 1.30 pm.inkwell was yesterday.. guess it was okay. wouldn't call it a resounding success. though we got to see alex polstra! (: yay. although.. he wasn't drop dead gorgeous.after that, shing, bernie and i went to bugis and ate seoul garden! extremely filling, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111012131392296612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/111012131392296612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111012131392296612' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110977501983580781</id><published>2005-03-02T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T22:50:19.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello! i sound pretty cheery, don't i? but today i had such weird mood swings. i think being around me is so stressful for others nowadays. sorry sorry! during the first half of training, everyone kept asking me what was wrong, cos apparently i looked very grumpy. that's the thing about being so talkative. the moment you don't talk as much, everyone jumps on you.but i cheered up in the end, for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110977501983580781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110977501983580781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110977501983580781' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110951630732798531</id><published>2005-02-27T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T22:58:27.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my maid's boyfriend just called, but she wasn't in. and he was like, sarah, ask her to call me back, because we got some problems. and he sounded so sad! now i'm a bit sad too. she always bullies him.last night was fun! haha i went to meet shu at jurong point with danette and shumz. then after that jo came. it was her birthday! yea, then we went to watch hide and seek. and then me and jo went to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110951630732798531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110951630732798531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110951630732798531' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110917075451598439</id><published>2005-02-23T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:59:14.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've got a sudden craving to watch 10 things i hate about you. i mean, we've all watched it a million times, but always want to again.i've got a new infatuation! haha. it's really stupid, but i can't help  it.damn, i'm really tired. i was planning to have an early night again! but obviously, it's not going to happen now. still, eleven's better than nothing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110917075451598439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110917075451598439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110917075451598439' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110907215933863339</id><published>2005-02-22T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T19:35:59.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's odd how i used to be the most avid blogger around, and now i can't be bothered to come online at all. there just doesn't seem to be time.oh, yesterday was louey and sab's birthday.Happy Belated Birthday, Louey and Sab!hmm. today was a pretty shitty day, on the whole. but i'm getting used to them. nationals are in 4 days! can't bloody believe that it's so so soon.. but we have no choice, do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110907215933863339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110907215933863339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110907215933863339' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110839723216888029</id><published>2005-02-14T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:07:12.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>more thanking to be done.thank you for wishing me happy birthday, mag phua, debbie, hoiyan, rachel, anderson, peiling, wen, nikki, shuhui, sab, lynette, ophe, jo, shuj, dee, nana, val, alecia, ellen, sonya, and van.i just listed those names out according to my sms inbox, so to everyone else who wished me in school, thanks a million too!oh, and happy valentine's day to everyone.today was really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110839723216888029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110839723216888029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110839723216888029' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110830584755937649</id><published>2005-02-13T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T23:52:13.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got the greatest birthday surprise ever last night! thank you thank you thank you.thank you for coming, jen, lou, hoi yan, jo, jo, rachel, trud, andrea, rachel, wen, mel, beth, hammy, gordon, oeij, cheng, mari, clovis, joaquim, ben, bryan, shawn, wisnosky, elyas, thaddeus, tracy, ryan, marcus, eueu, junjie,anderson, nada, imran, megan, jason, peiling, shujun, kari, shumz, sab, danette, tang, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110830584755937649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110830584755937649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110830584755937649' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110804993444669372</id><published>2005-02-10T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:38:54.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello! hope everyone had a great chinese new year. and if you didn't, there's always next year! mine? well, it was okay. it just didn't seem like much of a deal. to my family, chinese new year is quite a big deal.. but i guess this year there's just a lot of other stuff going on.i'm having a terrible cold. my nose is perpetually itchy and threatening to sneeze over everything. it's really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110804993444669372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110804993444669372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110804993444669372' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110735449114857572</id><published>2005-02-02T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:28:11.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>great news! my maid found my beloved camera while vaccuming! it was under my bloody bed, can you believe it?other than my camera being found, today was as shitty as expected. it's just that the camera made it seems lots better. i really don't feel like going into details, but trust me, today was just bad. and what's worse, someone's ignoring me. or at least i think she is. ):this week is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110735449114857572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110735449114857572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110735449114857572' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110726448885296085</id><published>2005-02-01T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T21:28:08.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tomorrow is going to be one of the shittiest days ever. i'm really not looking forward to it. i wish tomorrow never arrived. i can't wait for the end of the week to come! hurry, hurry and come around quick, friday!since i don't have much time, i'll make this quick. i have a four chapter ting xie to study for by tomorrow, because of me and my big mouth. had a sort-of argument with laoshi today, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110726448885296085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110726448885296085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110726448885296085' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110692324930470419</id><published>2005-01-28T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:40:49.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate jesse mccartney, but-i want you and your beautiful soul.today i basically went from happy- angry- worried- happy- frustrated- happy- angry- happy- sad, or something like that. guess i'm pretty happy now lar.i know, i know, i haven't been blogging. but i've been busy (and away!) hong kong was a lot of fun, except the both my wallet and my beloved camera got stolen on the trip. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110692324930470419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110692324930470419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110692324930470419' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110596026030296061</id><published>2005-01-17T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T19:11:00.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm such an irregular blogger now! guess i just don't feel the need to anymore. but here i am, so what the heck.i'm feeling very proud of myself, because i've been pretty good about homework so far. since p3, i've been utterly horrible at handing up homework on time. but this year, i'm determined to not give the teachers a reason to scold me all the time. though some of them still do. well, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110596026030296061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110596026030296061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110596026030296061' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110525262326020567</id><published>2005-01-09T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T14:37:03.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chessy's gone. i'm still.. i don't know. it's just really weird. we went to see her off at the airport last night, and everyone was crying. i was trying not to cry, but when she finally went in, i started to. it was pretty calm tears at first, then i suddenly started hyperventilating and asthma set in. didn't bring my puff though, so i had to calm myself. lucky debbie and shu were there.. thanks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110525262326020567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110525262326020567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110525262326020567' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110484179548940061</id><published>2005-01-04T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T20:29:55.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i'm going crazy! i just feel out of control. like i'm an alien in my own body. when i hear myself talk it sounds like another person. help! i don't know what's happening.wait, first things first. happy new year! i'm late, i know. but better late than never right? anyway, it's back to school. it's pretty okay so far lar. some parts of the school are really new, like the weird zen-ish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110484179548940061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110484179548940061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110484179548940061' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110312412953288452</id><published>2004-12-15T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T23:22:09.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoops. i came back on saturday, but i haven't blogged at all! sorry, just haven't had the time. well, i mean i couldn't be bothered. but here i am now.. better late than never, right?anyway, as i said, Laos was interesting. on the last day there, i went to this spa with 100 US dollars, ready to spend. and then i find out that a one-hour massage there only costs US$5!! you can imagine how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110312412953288452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110312412953288452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110312412953288452' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110251851073726542</id><published>2004-12-08T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:08:30.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello! i'm in laos now. at some internet cafe, just to blog. i know my blog's been pretty deserted recently, but i've been travelling. hongkong, then bangkok, and now laos. well, laos is pretty... different. but it's nice. the food is here is really good and really cheap. there's french and italian and vietnamese and everything, and you can get a really good meal for about 12 singapore dollars </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110251851073726542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110251851073726542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110251851073726542' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110174441661223712</id><published>2004-11-30T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T00:06:56.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay! shumei's coming to hongkong on friday, and i'm probably gonna stay over at her hotel room that night. (: well, things have started to pick up over here, cos my relatives from USA came and we've been doing stuff every day.oh man, the singapore idol finals! can't believe i'm missing it.. and valencia chan's going to miss it too. (she's in thailand) well, even though i'm here, i'm going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110174441661223712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110174441661223712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110174441661223712' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110139844836316286</id><published>2004-11-25T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T00:00:48.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life isn't getting any less boring. it would have been so much better if he was coming.. ): oh well, we're just not fated i guess.we all went to watch bride &amp; prejudice just now. it's all right. it was quite a fun movie and all, but not nearly oscar material.my feet are dead i think. i wore absolutely killer shoes today. they were a little too tight for my huge feet, so my toes are kind of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110139844836316286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110139844836316286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110139844836316286' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110131423768934731</id><published>2004-11-25T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T00:37:17.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what a long break i took from my blog. i'm in hong kong now, using my mom's lousy laptop. i went shopping today, and i bought not one, not two, but five pairs of shoes! but they were all pretty cheap. and i bought 3 bags. clothes here, however, aren't exactly my cup of tea.when we got back from OBS on saturday, i was all enthusiastic about doing a day-by-day account of it on the blog. but now, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110131423768934731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110131423768934731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110131423768934731' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110053466068254262</id><published>2004-11-16T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:06:32.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>off to obs;back on the 20th. my phone will be lying at home for the next 5 days, off.don't bother calling.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110053466068254262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110053466068254262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110053466068254262' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-110027695035780636</id><published>2004-11-13T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T00:29:10.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yes, i'm here again. it's amazing! i just feel the duty to blog, especially since i'm off to obs on tuesday. shumei, dee and i went to highlight our hair today. shumz's is red, mine is blonde (yes, blonde) and get this. dee's is neon bloody pink! haha it's really bright. shocking. but she's going to change it, cos she thinks it's too lian.we're probably going to the zoo tomorrow! (: haha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110027695035780636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/110027695035780636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110027695035780636' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109993539425644200</id><published>2004-11-09T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T01:36:34.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this blog is dying. i just can't be bothered to use the computer. i think with me, once i go into holiday mode, i really go into it. i wake up well past noon, and either laze around or go out. hmm. but this blog's going to get so boring! well, it already is, but i can't let it get worse can i? what about this. if anyone doesn't have a blog but just feels like blogging, or feels like using someone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109993539425644200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109993539425644200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109993539425644200' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109950017607506777</id><published>2004-11-04T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T00:42:56.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh god. bush has pretty much won the elections again. i can't fucking believe it. it's over, just like that. alot of people are telling me it doesn't matter, we're hardly affected. but it matters! every bloody person in this world is affected.i'm too angry to sleep now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109950017607506777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109950017607506777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109950017607506777' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109950226660902045</id><published>2004-11-04T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T01:17:46.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha it's shuwei's birthday today. pointless to wish him though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109950226660902045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109950226660902045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109950226660902045' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109931785874393022</id><published>2004-11-01T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T22:04:18.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm so bloody angry! i'm absolutely fuming! just watch the champions and you'll know what i'm talking about. he yilin, you bloody bitch! please just drown on your next diving trip.oh man, i've never been so irritated by a channel 8 show in my life! xiao qiao can go and win an award already lor. and the julian hee also, i wish he'd just go away. haha i bet so many people are sitting in front of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109931785874393022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109931785874393022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109931785874393022' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109872203888387970</id><published>2004-10-26T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T00:33:58.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have been in no mood to blog recently. actually, that isn't true. i keep thinking about blogging but i never actually get down to it.a few hours less than a week to the chinese Os and boy am i dead. i've hardly started, yet the worry hasn't taken hold of me quite yet.damn, laoshi's forcing me to appear in the stupid chinese enrichment skit tomorrow. thank god it's only one line.i am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109872203888387970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109872203888387970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109872203888387970' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109846033213994351</id><published>2004-10-22T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T23:52:12.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kari and i went to watch the grudge today, and bloody hell, it's the scariest movie i've ever seen! i know some people are probably going to disagree. it's not creepy scary, it's just AHH! scary. surprisingly, i'm not feeling that cowardly now, though i'll probably sleep with the light on tonight.at last, i have a new book to read. adrian mole and the weapons of mass destruction. the past few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109846033213994351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109846033213994351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109846033213994351' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109836675114896389</id><published>2004-10-21T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T21:52:31.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shumei cut her hair short today! and i tell you, she looks so hot in it!haha i'm watching ren wo ao you now. it started yesterday, finally! haha toro just appeared. he looks so funny in those stupid specs. (:had a major shopping spree today, which probably explains the good mood i'm in now. now i have my whole outfit for the party. can you believe i actually bought new clothes just for it? oh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109836675114896389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109836675114896389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109836675114896389' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109820263185233234</id><published>2004-10-19T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T00:17:11.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh man, my blog is stale. that's pretty much cos life is pretty stale. well, it isn't really that bad, but i just don't feel like the things happening now are even worth blogging about.the OC tomorrow! i can't wait.i'm in a very harry potter mood. because i read the order of the phoenix the other day, and i'm reading goblet of fire now. wanted to borrow the prisoner of azkaban from video ezy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109820263185233234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109820263185233234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109820263185233234' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109785566909626751</id><published>2004-10-15T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T23:54:29.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahaha! the exams are over! okay i know, old news. but i haven't had a chance to blog and i have to hear (or see) myself say it.i think i've broken some sort of record for myself.went out at 11-plus yesterday morning, expecting to be home by around 4. but i only just got home since then! haha. after watching wimbledon with lokey, sarah and vee, i ran into danette and shumei etc. so to cut a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109785566909626751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109785566909626751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109785566909626751' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109757470957495047</id><published>2004-10-12T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T17:51:49.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've noticed that i tend to blog more when i'm busy, and when i'm more free, i tend to get into the lazy mood and stop blogging. cos trust me, i haven't been studying that much the past few days.to those who are done (lucky assholes!) - well done! you've made it. now you can play like mad. or if you're in higher chinese, you can play like mad for a while.to those who still have exams tomorrow</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109757470957495047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109757470957495047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109757470957495047' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109716143194866487</id><published>2004-10-07T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T23:03:51.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my god, alicia keys is bloody amazing. there's no other word for her. her voice is just amazing, it just blows you away. oh sorry, to fill you in, i just got back from her concert. it was the best concert i've ever been to. i mean, other concerts we've been to are all pretty good and quite fun. but this, this was just amazing. and we didn't have to queue, and she started really on time. which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109716143194866487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109716143194866487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109716143194866487' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109697311863030515</id><published>2004-10-05T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T18:45:18.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay! my dad just made my day. haha he just called to tell me that he went on a cd shopping spree on my behalf. i know he got me the new 5566 cd, z chen's cd and ashlee simpson's autobiography. i have no idea how he knew what to buy though. he says he's very observant, but i bet he just tikam lar. 5566, he would know. and ashlee simpson, he heard me say it. but z chen?! that one's a real mystery, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109697311863030515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109697311863030515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109697311863030515' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109696885107235330</id><published>2004-10-05T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T17:34:11.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can't take it anymore! every time i begin to read the bio textbook, jumping out the window suddenly seems so appealing. ergh. (err, newsflash. your room's on the second floor, sarah.) haha.oh man, the chem paper today was a complete and utter disaster! it was so so so hard. well, at least i'm not the only one who thinks so. i know alot of us were practically playing the guessing game with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109696885107235330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109696885107235330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109696885107235330' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109689739936924594</id><published>2004-10-04T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T21:43:19.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm so stressed out, i've resorted to hair abuse! no lar, i just cut my hair, cos it felt like my head was getting very heavy. haha don't worry, i only used thinning scissors for most of it. actually, i think i did a pretty good job. (:anyway, it's time for bed. all the best for tomorrow, everyone! let's (try and) make miss goh proud.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109689739936924594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109689739936924594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109689739936924594' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109688753621438805</id><published>2004-10-04T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T18:58:56.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what am i even doing online?! sorry, but i just can't handle it anymore! i'm dying of chem overdose.i've been acting particularly crazy today. the stress must really be getting to me.hope the geog today was all right for everyone. even if it wasn't, it's okay. don't worry about it too much anymore. it's all over anyway.someone once told me, "though bio's the study of life, it's one heck of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109688753621438805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109688753621438805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109688753621438805' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109664364689872981</id><published>2004-10-01T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T23:14:06.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had just finished about 2 questions from the math paper when my mother suddenly came to my room and asked me whether i want to learn driving. haha of course i did! so we found some dead end road near my house and i practised driving in 1st and 2nd gear. haha it takes a bit of getting used to, but i'm not bad at it. and then after almost an hour, i said i wanted to go home. and then my mother </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109664364689872981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109664364689872981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109664364689872981' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109663460590762475</id><published>2004-10-01T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T20:43:25.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last Wednesday I was on bus no. 95 to school when I received a call from my best buddy Louis."Hey Boon I'm so lost, never been so confused," he moaned."All my life," he continued, "I've always been surrounded by friends -- primary school, secondary school, JC, NS and uni -- I've always been popular. But I suddenly realised that while everyone is my friend, no one friend is a true friend."I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109663460590762475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109663460590762475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109663460590762475' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109654606821263795</id><published>2004-09-30T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T20:07:48.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think today was one of the craziest days ever for our class. it was chaos practically the whole day. well, actually i think it kind of started after the bell rang at 8.20. that just put everyone in a weird mood. and combined with all the pre-exam stress, we were about to explode! haha but it was really really funny too.oh well. tomorrow, tomorrow. usually the exam period pretty much flies by,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109654606821263795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109654606821263795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109654606821263795' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109646652080116492</id><published>2004-09-29T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T22:02:00.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm dead tired.so it starts. ): the exams lar! i really feel like dying. feel so unprepared. ahhh! i think i was going crazy in school today. just felt like a tornado was whirling around in my head. haha that just sounds stupid. see what i mean?i am absolutely out of things to blog about. never mind then.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109646652080116492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109646652080116492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109646652080116492' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109636053479253082</id><published>2004-09-28T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T16:35:34.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you. yes, you. why do you have to be like that? in my entire life, you're the only friend who's ever been able to make me feel so inferior. and it hasn't changed. not one bit. it hurts when i hear the kind of things you say, especially since you're really nice to me sometimes. how can one person be so two-faced? why don't you find the real you, and stop acting like you have split personalities. i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109636053479253082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109636053479253082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109636053479253082' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109613375551052796</id><published>2004-09-26T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T01:35:55.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just went to read kari's blog. probably a mistake.sorry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109613375551052796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109613375551052796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109613375551052796' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109613326947461781</id><published>2004-09-26T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T01:27:49.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>at last, a good day. haha yea today felt like such a breeze to get through compared to the past two. after tuition i went to west mall with sarah, but just for a while. bought so many magazines at one go!and then just now, my dad sort of gave me chem tuition over dinner. da paolo e judie! haha, our favourite restaurant. and then i kind of coerced him into going to holland v with me, and i got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109613326947461781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109613326947461781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109613326947461781' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109604727681766552</id><published>2004-09-25T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T01:34:36.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha me and danette are reading the messages and stuff in the back of teen magazine together over the phone. damn funny!thanks, everyone who tried to cheer me up yesterday and was there for me. (: i have really great friends!i waited up for a call from vee chan, but she was too tired! so it was too late to sleep early enough to wake up in time for bio remedial tomorrow, so i'm not going. poor</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109604727681766552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109604727681766552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109604727681766552' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109595002881379918</id><published>2004-09-23T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T22:33:48.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just look at my imood.today's been a pretty rotten day. too many things happening for me to handle. and no, it wasn't just talentime. i don't overreact that much.sorry, i just don't feel like blogging. or anything else, come to that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109595002881379918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109595002881379918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109595002881379918' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109586897762798871</id><published>2004-09-22T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T00:02:57.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can't believe it. this has turned out to be one shitty day. well, actually it wasn't all that bad. just that my air-con just died! and i have to sleep without it tonight. damn damn damn damn damn. i know i sound so spoilt, but i really cannot sleep without aircon! it's just so...hot. well, i've just moved all the other fans into my room. let's hope works.haha i can't believe i saw that person</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109586897762798871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109586897762798871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109586897762798871' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109578129407671839</id><published>2004-09-21T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T23:41:34.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wahh my house was damn noisy just now, i tell you. cos my dad was drilling something upstairs, and kari and i were practising downstairs. it was as if the renovators were singing karaoke. haha.can't believe tomorrow are the auditions already! super nervous. :S wish us luck!i have nothing to say. hmm today after the stupid mock exam, i rushed to get home by5. but then my efforts turned out to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109578129407671839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109578129407671839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109578129407671839' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109569397111525345</id><published>2004-09-20T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T23:26:11.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>save me! i'm up to my ears in overdue homework. i'm doing my lit essay now, and i hope i'm not going out of point or narrating too much (Miss tan says i do that a lot).i've been looking forward to today all week, but i was a bit disappointed. oh well.i have a small bruise on my shoulder blade, thanks to bus 157. please, please tell me why chinese high guys' bags are always so full and dense. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109569397111525345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109569397111525345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109569397111525345' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109560588536626175</id><published>2004-09-19T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T22:58:05.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went with danette and gordon to watch the terminal today, and it was really good. less arthouse than i imagined, but still very fun to watch. haha then i bought the machi cd completely on impulse. but it's not bad.i lost air hockey for the first time ever today! but actually, it shouldn't really count since gordon cheated. hmph. oh well, at least i beat danette by quite a lot. (: (15-5!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109560588536626175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109560588536626175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109560588536626175' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109553033611860659</id><published>2004-09-19T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T01:58:56.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been wanting to blog all day, but didn't actually get down to it. and now i'm just too tired, because i just finished making a present for vee chan. and i only got 4 hours of sleep last night! ):goodnight.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109553033611860659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109553033611860659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109553033611860659' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109544360504806634</id><published>2004-09-18T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T01:53:25.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was planning to write a really really long entry today, but i can't seem to think of anything to say anymore! it must be too late for my brain to function properly. but i'll try, nevertheless.just now shumz came over and we watched tv together. haha bet you're all like, huh?! oh well. she wanted to get out of the house while i didn't, so the best solution was to invite her over. she's going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109544360504806634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109544360504806634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109544360504806634' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109533896123785171</id><published>2004-09-16T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T20:49:21.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just found out that my cousin got her period today! i was so shocked when i heard, cos she still seems so young. (she's 11) then i realised i got it at 11 too. she will just always seem like my baby sister. hmm.haven't been to school for 2 days already. cos of horrible horrible menstrual cramps. the worst i've ever had. it was so painful! so i've just been at home, except when shuhui came over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109533896123785171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109533896123785171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109533896123785171' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109517502356670188</id><published>2004-09-14T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T23:17:03.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i only got home about 40 minutes ago, and i was still in my school uniform! utterly digusting. i went for the IB talk. yep, by myself. my dad wasn't free, so i was my own parent tonight. actually, i'm my own parent quite often. it's quite tempting, and the building that they're gonna build (that costs $48 million) is really really really nice. the thing about it for me is that you'd be going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109517502356670188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109517502356670188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109517502356670188' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109508022841038190</id><published>2004-09-13T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T20:57:08.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm so tired! came home at 5, and then slept from 5-something all the way till dinner time. and i have a chem test tomorrow! i'm really scared. chem is getting harder and harder, and this whole year, i only seem to get either top marks or bottom marks. i never get average marks! it's really frustrating. for all the tests this year and the exam, i went from top-bottom-bottom-top-bottom and then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109508022841038190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109508022841038190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109508022841038190' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109500090769403339</id><published>2004-09-12T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T22:55:07.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stupid valencia, shut up lar. (i'm replying her tag) you better not tell anyone about it! or else.i wasted the whole of today! well, not completely. but mostly. i mean, i just bathed and changed from one set of pyjamas to another. it's been a lazy day.and since it's been such a lazy day, i don't have much to blog about. oh oh! at the hit awards, ho yeow sun won the best-selling female album </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109500090769403339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109500090769403339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109500090769403339' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109483983304058207</id><published>2004-09-11T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T02:10:33.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm so tired. ):today was quite an eventful day. haha went for chem remedial this morning, but miss goh left at about 10-something! she was quite sick today. oh well, hope she's okay. so me, sarah and shiying went to watch a cinderella story. yes, again. and then.. i went to cut hair. yes, again. there's not much difference, but i guess it's a bit neater lar.and then.. jamie and i went for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109483983304058207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109483983304058207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109483983304058207' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109473966684957720</id><published>2004-09-09T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T22:21:06.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm back! haha. stupid vee chan, both your posts appeared and they're practically the same. anyway thanks for blogging. (:yea, and as she says, i stood right bloody next to nicholas tse at KL airport when i arrived. haha it was really funny. me and my grandmother were just laughing and laughing. (yes, she does know how to lighten up sometimes.) actually, i was practically trembling. but lucky </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109473966684957720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109473966684957720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109473966684957720' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109439295333914264</id><published>2004-09-05T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T22:02:33.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELLO.guess who? :) i'm supposed to help this woman blog. this woman (sarah benjamin huang daiyuan) is in KL now enjoying herself. :/ so i'm here to help her blog. sigh seriously. what would she do without me? WAHAHAHA. alright alright. i'll shut up.sarah went to my house yesterday. haha damn funny. we were just in the playground talking nonsense and we took pictures but her camera died on us</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109439295333914264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109439295333914264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109439295333914264' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109432406541249005</id><published>2004-09-05T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T02:56:23.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy birthday vee chan! thanks for being the greatest meimei anyone could ever hope for, and always being there to listen to me whine and complain. you've always been the sensible one when i'm being stupid and impulsive, and you've saved my ass plenty of times. we've had so much fun together, and i wouldn't trade our friendship for anything in the world! bottom line? i don't know what i'd do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109432406541249005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109432406541249005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109432406541249005' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109423041212562245</id><published>2004-09-04T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T00:53:32.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry orlando, but chad michael murray is officially the hottest guy in acting. (:haha a cinderella story was pretty good. typical teen flick, but i actually cried! i know i cry a lot in movies, but come on. i'm not that easy. and chad michael murray is just too hot for words! and his voice is so sexy.. i could drown in it. i could go on forever like this, but i'll spare you.go catch it if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109423041212562245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109423041212562245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109423041212562245' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109420990631938443</id><published>2004-09-03T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T19:14:30.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was really funny! haha i think we were just a bit high cos it's the last day and all. well, i was very high. we were all damn noisy today.chinese test was okay lar.. could have been better though. then oral, also okay. but i kind of slipped out of 'oral mode' a few times cos the examiner was miss tan, and i can't talk to her seriously! heh. after school, i got back my phone!! hahahaha i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109420990631938443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109420990631938443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109420990631938443' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109413628535441394</id><published>2004-09-02T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T22:44:45.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was really dreading today, but it actually turned out tons better than expected! the bio test we were all so stressed out for turned out to be all MCQ. haha when our class realised, we all just screamed together. we were so relieved!chem was really funny too. miss goh was in a good mood, and she told us stories for about 45 minutes? haha.my mom's coming back tonight. i told myself that i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109413628535441394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109413628535441394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109413628535441394' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109404624392344635</id><published>2004-09-01T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T21:44:03.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stop bugging me.got home not long ago. went to watch the bourne supremacy with shuj. haha it's pretty good, very fast-paced and everything a good action film should be, but a bit tiring to watch? something like that lar. after that we went to heeren and walked around. and being as broke as i was, i spent my last few dollars on hairbands. haha how pathetic. then we saw ____. it was quite weird </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109404624392344635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109404624392344635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109404624392344635' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109395099164082793</id><published>2004-08-31T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T19:16:31.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was so funny! teacher's day celebrations. okay okay, rewind. i should start from last night.rachel came home with me after commendation awards and then we just kinda bummed around and looked for lost boy-looking clothes. can't remember why, but we just kept laughing and laughing. then joanna came to look for clothes too, but i didn't really have much. and then marianne came in her pirate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109395099164082793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109395099164082793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109395099164082793' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109362804513148707</id><published>2004-08-28T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T01:35:05.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just got back from holland v! haha. was there with gordon and danette. it felt good to see singapore that empty. hmm.dr dildo, captain underpants and seriously sarah.the best thing was, no one in the house even knew i went out of my room, even though i wasn't sneaking out or anything. that's how easy things can be when parents aren't around.i'm so tired and i have bloody tuition tomorrow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109362804513148707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109362804513148707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109362804513148707' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109361332219039810</id><published>2004-08-27T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T21:28:42.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy birthday lausey!haha shing and i went to surprise lausanne at her house, when she was with dionna! she's damn stupid lar, thought our cake was a bomb. cos we left it outside her door and ran away. haha anyway after that she brought us to crystal jade to eat! (: then we just window-shopped. saw so many things i'm dying to buy! gonna bring my dad one day.i took a bus home and it was so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109361332219039810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109361332219039810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109361332219039810' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109353778073145363</id><published>2004-08-27T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T00:29:40.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why on earth am i having a mood? my period finished yonks ago what, and it's not due for yonks either! i just feel so depressed and sick and sad, i just feel like dying. i feel like i'm about to die, and my body's just going numb.i feel so alone.ahh! i hate hormones. i'm going to eat some chocolate now, and try to stop thinking about anything.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109353778073145363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109353778073145363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109353778073145363' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109353699017986260</id><published>2004-08-26T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T00:16:30.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm. just had a good cry over eunice! ): just suddenly missed her so so much. oh well. alot of people are leaving. and then i'm also gonna leave soon. well, not that soon. but.. it's so weird leaving singapore.found out this afternoon that danette, kari and i all didn't go to school. brings new meaning to bu yue er tong. haha and the thing was, this morning, i had a funny feeling that both of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109353699017986260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109353699017986260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109353699017986260' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109344510803520758</id><published>2004-08-25T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T22:45:08.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yes vee, i feel pretty stupid too. oh well. go read her blog.when we went out today, we saw oli oli! haha that's the singapore idol contestant. she's gonna be on tomorrow. err, olinda cho or something? yep. wahh she looks like a guy in real life lar.hmm. haha i've almost finished my tinkerbell costume! (you laugh, you die.) hahaha yea my class is doing peter pan! haha yoon sann's peter by the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109344510803520758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109344510803520758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109344510803520758' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109319250684702149</id><published>2004-08-23T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T00:35:06.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got home not long ago, from my cousin's house. haha we had a movie party! rush hour 2. it's damn damn funny, although i've watched it before."why are you hanging out with 7-11 over there?""huh? why's he called 7-11?""cos his mouth never closes."i think that part is damn funny.dyed my hair near-black today. actually it looks black. i look like an ashlee simpson with short hair. i just got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109319250684702149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109319250684702149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109319250684702149' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109310610115571759</id><published>2004-08-22T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T00:35:01.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>danette is so annoying. every time i try to talk to her, she passes the phone to gordon. as if i wanna talk to him. my mother isn't allowing me to go to her house now! okay fine it is pretty late, but i want to go and see louise! haha.got back from laguna not long ago. went there to watch my cousins swim, because dreaded aunty ah hong is here again. my period lar! can't remember when i made up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109310610115571759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109310610115571759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109310610115571759' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109293569859255338</id><published>2004-08-20T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T01:14:58.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm still awake! actually wanted to stay awake tonight, but decided not to since i'd probably get bored pretty fast. just finished some homework and i'm watching tv now. haha thinking about watching table tennis later, but it only ends at 3! ):  hmm see how lar.went to pasar malam with my maid earlier. there wasn't much to buy, but we bought food! hehehe. (: daaamn my room's cold! feel like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109293569859255338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109293569859255338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109293569859255338' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109263554641804159</id><published>2004-08-16T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T13:52:26.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kari and i went to cut our hair on saturday. yes, again. haha it's pretty short now, but i like it! felt so liberating when cheryl started chopping off my hair. there are so many new people working at next now! :/ ever since i started going to cheryl, i've realised that james wasn't as great as all of us thought he was. haha.my mother and granny came home last night. and after all my worrying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109263554641804159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109263554641804159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109263554641804159' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109231927260208958</id><published>2004-08-12T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T22:01:12.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was a pretty weird day for me, emotionally. i bet no one sensed it, but... i think i need to learn how to cherish my friends more. i kept thinking of 'the old days' today, and although i'm still pretty close to all my friends, it's just not the same anymore. oh well.people change, i guess.yay, tomorrow night is my date with vee chan! been waiting for this all week. haha. aren't you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109231927260208958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109231927260208958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109231927260208958' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109204587347603553</id><published>2004-08-09T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T18:27:02.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm at the american club now, and i swear, i could just strangle every single person here in the computer room. they're so noisy! argh. went for the 5566 thing at chinablack this afternoon. ahhh! hahahaha. it was damn freaking funny. i was the only angmoh there, as usual. then renfu was staring at me at one part. bet he was thinking 'what the hell is that angmoh person doing here?!' so i just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109204587347603553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109204587347603553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109204587347603553' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109190012196709055</id><published>2004-08-08T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T01:35:21.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just went to watch fahrenheit 911 with my dad. haha it was really funny, but some parts were so sad, especially when they showed all the bodies in iraq. oh well.vee chan came over this morning and we watched jiang hu! haha at last. it was pretty good lar. and then after that we watched twins effect again. then she went for her family barbecue in the scorching sun! i bet the chans are all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109190012196709055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109190012196709055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109190012196709055' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109180568971698190</id><published>2004-08-06T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T23:21:29.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was a pretty good day, other than the fact that my phone got confiscated yet again. ): i have to be the suay-est person ever when it comes to this sort of thing. oh well. national day celebrations went all right, i guess. some parts actually went better than we expected. haha.after that, i went to see the village with shumz and sab! at last. i've been thinking about it all week. haha it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109180568971698190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109180568971698190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109180568971698190' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109162284106513506</id><published>2004-08-04T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T20:34:01.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel like shit, and i look it too. why am i always getting sick nowadays! so irritating. and tomorrow's going to be one long day. i'm busy all the way until 9pm, without any breaks! what a bad time to fall sick.i can't believe i have four tests tomorrow! at least i studied my bio today. but hardly anyone knows what's going on for SS test tomorrow. i mean, how the hell do you study the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109162284106513506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109162284106513506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109162284106513506' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109154070521733965</id><published>2004-08-03T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T21:45:05.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eeks, i hate being all congested like this. keep sneezing! and we were just learning about mucous membrane in bio yesterday and today. so i keep thinking about what's happening in my body everytime i blow my nose or something. well, i guess it's pretty good for my bio eh.the only thing i could think about during school today was being able to go home at 1.35 for the first time in a long time. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109154070521733965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109154070521733965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154070521733965' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109112406980301083</id><published>2004-07-30T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T02:01:09.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my eyes are stinging so badly now! ouch ouch OUCH. i think i'm allergic to the makeup we used or something lar. i've never reacted to makeup so badly before. ahhh! it's probably because so many people were sharing the same things. :Stonight's show was pretty spectacular, performance-wise. well done everyone! i'm really really proud of each and every one of us. guess it was better because the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109112406980301083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109112406980301083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109112406980301083' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109108185490354097</id><published>2004-07-29T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T14:17:34.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn, i'm tired. and it's off to UCC again in less than an hour. part of me is relieved that the musical's going to be over soon, cos it's taken so much out of me. but some other area of me is probably going to suffer from tremendous depression after this, because as much as i complain, it's been fun. my eyes are so swollen, i look like i have two bloody pufferfish somewhere above my nose. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109108185490354097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109108185490354097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109108185490354097' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109085590065856514</id><published>2004-07-26T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T23:31:40.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm so angry! the woman DESTROYED my hair! oh no, what am i gonna do now? i have to go back to the salon tomorow and ask her what the hell she did. i'm so upset, my hair's so frizzy and gross now.hmmm. went for founder's day dinner last night. haha we had to show some stuff from the musical. if you saw it, please don't think it's gonna be that bad. cos the stage was so so small at shangri-la, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109085590065856514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109085590065856514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109085590065856514' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109059625895752494</id><published>2004-07-23T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T23:24:18.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha stupid vee chan! if i really dream of that, i'll just call you the moment i wake up man. it'll be the weirdest dream ever! heh.hmm. i'm actually really really tired. i think i should go and sleep soon. oh but i have to stay up till 12 at least, i guess. it's my twinny's birthday tomorrow! (: happy birthday shujtwinny! ahhh i don't know what to blog about! i basically have no life now, so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109059625895752494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109059625895752494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109059625895752494' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109050761819449443</id><published>2004-07-22T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T22:46:58.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i didn't go to school again today! last night, i had the most horrible pain in my back. it just came suddenly. then i practically collapsed. i couldn't move at all, cos it was too painful. it was so scary! and i was just crying and crying like a madwoman, cos i was thinking about what would happen if i had to go for surgery or something. then i was so so scared that i wouldn't be able to be in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109050761819449443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109050761819449443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109050761819449443' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109024774196143719</id><published>2004-07-19T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T22:35:41.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>argh! rehearsals and physio are taking over my life. it's just school, then rehearsal, then physio for me nowadays. sigh. i just feel so... tired. hmm. i've actually got alot of homework, but i just have no time to finish all of it! any free time i have, i want to spend sleeping or something un-stressful. i'll just be so relieved when the musical is over. but then after that is national day! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109024774196143719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109024774196143719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109024774196143719' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109016312430853063</id><published>2004-07-18T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T23:05:24.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just got home. haha saw a really cute guy at the hospital just now, when i was visiting my grandmother. i was waiting for the lift then i saw him. but the lift just had to come on time. damn. haha oh well, it's just the story of my life, isn't it? haha i still can't believe i actually held the x-box for half an hour. sigh. then it slipped right out of my hands. ): turns out that we have to go</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109016312430853063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109016312430853063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109016312430853063' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-109007506605102137</id><published>2004-07-17T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T22:37:46.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RRRAAAAHHHHHH! (realised that that sounds like i'm calling myself.) anyway, today was quite a frustrating day! argh. you know before we even joined the car rally, we were gunning for the x-box. okay okay, start from beginning. today we had the car rally. my group was me, veechan, small, shing and my mummy. haha we were quite determined about winning something, and we were actually pretty fast. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109007506605102137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/109007506605102137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109007506605102137' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6032988.post-108972776511698022</id><published>2004-07-13T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T22:09:25.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just came back from physio. ): my back was killing me today, so i went to the doctor right after school. turns out i have a slipped disc. that's sort of like a spine injury. it was so painful! so i have to go for physiotherapy almost every day and take pills. and i have to be really careful, otherwise i'll end up in surgery! ): ouch.ahh! chinese oral tomorrow. really scared. :S hope my brain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/108972776511698022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032988/posts/default/108972776511698022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahrahrah.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108972776511698022' title=''/><author><name>rah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569984238888972978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
