<?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-8107169039175172562</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:40:40.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO MY LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-4665579071799752130</id><published>2009-08-14T14:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:59:29.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional breakdown</title><content type='html'>Bye Pat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye freedom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye after school with friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye happiness and optimism..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello "life sucks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so weird in school. Getting to know so many different types of sick people. Be it mentally or emotionally or even both. They are like satans in hell, vampire in forests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to be mentally and physically prepared to take them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding to the list, there are also I-think-I-am-so-funny idiots. Um, seriously, you're NOT! I mean funny. Of course you're idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and DIE ok? Just leave us a peace of mind and STOP STOP STOP irritating us. Sometimes, its not that we don't get it(your "funny"joke). Is REALLLY just that you're purely LAME. You have no brains of your own, you think of nothing more than just what to eat and sleep and shit. Sometimes, I really feel like screaming at those you annoying people in my school. But thank the lord I maintained my grace. You wouldn't be so lucky next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like all those losers and suckers are gathered around here. I feel super uncomfortable and I just feel like whining and whining about my misfortune. One more year toGO..  oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I'm going to be forever stuck here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anything happens, I'm going to say, I hate my student life. I'm really this angry little girl that wants justice to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And make it quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, if you're still reading, thank you. Notice I always complain about my school cos' it SUCKS. It really do. No joking. I just finished my two major important tests today and God knows how I've done. I must say something, I GOT STUDY ok?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those stupid teachers! Always stressing that I'm a retainee. OK I KNOW THANK YOU! I will try to promote and not pull this bloody hell school down, happy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stop singing you lame people! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry, just a bunch of idiots trying to behave like idiots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think this part of my life sucks to the core. I'll never remember it after I graduate, never coming back to this fucking school. I apologise for these vulgarities but I can't help myself. I wish my wishes will all come true. That I can find happiness again. That is to leave here asap. And I wish for the first time, people could NOT laugh at everything I do. Cos ITS NOT FUNNY. Dumbass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm realy feeling quite stressed up in school. Not finding an angel to wound me. I feel lost and helpless for some periods of time. Oh! No to forget the superficial friendships I've found in school. They're just so fake OK? I mean those n__y___g people. Its like that time I decently just swept around the school canteen and then I see a few bad people. Looking at me like I'm an exotic looking bird. Gossiping to each other and even I know that they're snickering! Can see their ugly smiles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Completely lame. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what if my laughter makes you deaf or my looks makes you blind? You got a problem with it is it? You wait man! I don't deal with lame people. You're not fitted! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go to hell to all those people who makes my life hell. Do you know there's something called Hades? Go back to where you belong!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-4665579071799752130?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/4665579071799752130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=4665579071799752130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/4665579071799752130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/4665579071799752130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2009/08/emotional-breakdown.html' title='Emotional breakdown'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-2241461422576020939</id><published>2009-04-09T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:24:32.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzd</title><content type='html'>zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz           &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUCCESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz             &lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz                                        //// &lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz                                 (0.o)&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz             - !!!! -&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz    JL&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz  &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO           &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm WORKING TOWARDS IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-2241461422576020939?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/2241461422576020939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=2241461422576020939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/2241461422576020939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/2241461422576020939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2009/04/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzd.html' title='zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzd'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-5646278559347151303</id><published>2009-04-06T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:24:42.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking in the library, again</title><content type='html'>Hey folks! Its my air time again in nyjc library, &lt;em&gt;the DRUM. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all of you know, I've been pshcyed to going to SChool every week. Its TORTURE!&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to finish my Bio practical hmwk x5 (punishment for handing in late work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Goh is gonna be so pissed with me. oH nO!&lt;br /&gt;Like I give a damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..there goes the bell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-5646278559347151303?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/5646278559347151303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=5646278559347151303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/5646278559347151303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/5646278559347151303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2009/04/slacking-in-library-again.html' title='Slacking in the library, again'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-6338866210443912322</id><published>2009-03-27T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:08:53.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the LIbrary (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh wells, I'm back at my usual spot in the library which is right in front of the com. I learnt that i could type faster than all of you now. Oh and er..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm really confused with BGRs. It's just so weird with two opposites attracting each other without you even knowing what the heck is going on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This unfortunate Imust say, incident happened to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When I just learnt that my BesT friend in Mindchamps hooked up with another friend which I supposed were friends. I thought all of us were like just FRIENDs because since we hang out during lunch break 2gether. But no! They are now an item, which is insane to me. Then what was worse is that the whole time when 3 of us are together, I'm the sore thumb. But since noone told me, so I guess I'm forgiven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Can you believe that I'm a part-time dancer? Wellllll, I'm still a elementary learner and learning Hip-hop! Woooty! When I received my 1st mail from the dance instructor, I WAS SO Touched! He wrote "Hulloa &lt;strong&gt;Dancers&lt;/strong&gt;!" OMG. Do you know how much it means to me? (between sobs) Because no one have treated me like a pro before, not even myself! And..he respected me as a dancer wannabe. It feels so good to be labelled as that rather than "people". Imagine how it sounds if he just wrote "Hulloa ppl." Big difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So anyway, I've also went for drama audition. I kind of regret it. Not because I did badly or anything but i just have a dead feeling that drama night is gonna s.u.ck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Like great potential actresses are not gonna ACT on stage whilst those certified backstage rejects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;are gonna be in the spotlight!!!??? WHAT THE HELL? Plus the location is just beyond pathetic. Of all places, it will be held inLT4 which is so not a stage approved place. At least hall ia a better option, but still lame. AND the script, SUCKSUCKSUCK ! All of those criteria nydc meets, got what they deserved in the end that is, a bronze for SYF2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I still think some of my classmate still need getting used to and warmed up because I found out that my mouth cramps whenever sitting beside this particular girl X. I always shut my bloody mouth in front of her because we're really like in 2 different worlds and she's like so annoying like her sister (in dra mah.de) I totally is NOT INTereSTED in what she's talking and she has no idea what I'm saying so, I just gave up! TOOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh and GP tutor, OH WELL&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;He is such a sick loser! He talked about "gun shooting" in the classroom and made all the guys gone WILD. It felt like a zoo back then with the beasts making weird funny noises. EW. For those of you who don't know what I'm saying, you're too innocent! Some gals in our class also couldn't geddit when Mr XXY continued to say "I don't have too many kids because I cannot shoot properly." ?????!!!! Whatever ok! We're not interested! And then someone whispered "He loves to digress." Ya and so LAME! I know some teachers in ny tries to make learning more fun and interesting but sometimes no need to try TOO HARD LAH! Gosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And so, this is how sad NYJCians lives are. And now more freaks just barged into my territory making unneccessary noises. @!!%&amp;amp;^%#@#^@&amp;amp;$%*^*$^*%TOOTTOOTTOOOTTOOOTOOTOOTOOTOOT!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-6338866210443912322?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/6338866210443912322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=6338866210443912322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/6338866210443912322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/6338866210443912322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-library-again.html' title='In the LIbrary (again)'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-8253029298835838988</id><published>2009-02-25T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:29:24.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker in the library. YAWNS</title><content type='html'>So, I've been a regular customer in the library and I thought to myself maybe I should just join the DRUM and be a hard core librarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The DRUM means the library. WHy? Because NY's library is shaped like a drum?! Circular, cylindrical...Geddit?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting to blog about and if you want to continue reading about the dry, unfortunate life of mine, that's really your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I shall be an asshole and blog about some scandolus event last year in NY. Although its like really not fresh anymore. Do YOU Know?? There's this NY student my batch who got EXPELLED&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got nothing better to do than going online harrassing a stranger (girl). He really just masterbated &lt;em&gt;(is it the right spelling?)&lt;/em&gt; in front of her through his like web-cam. Oh NO??!! He What again?? MAsterb8ed!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, that so intelligent of him to thought of such a creative and brilliant plan to leave school. On the other hand, he ruined his future. Plus Mr Queck Is darn pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-8253029298835838988?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/8253029298835838988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=8253029298835838988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/8253029298835838988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/8253029298835838988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2009/02/slacker-in-library-yawns.html' title='Slacker in the library. YAWNS'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-89618784021245946</id><published>2009-02-20T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:45:15.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm sucha LOSeR!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was late for the whole week and its only the starting of the year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;!st impressions are really damn impt and I screwed it up TOTALLY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh! And I don't think the J1s despises the retainees (to those ppl out there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Girl classmate: Heello, wanshu, eh you come to library?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ME: MmM (in boredom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Girl classmate: You can stay here with me, go inside and study first. Later I come find you then we go class together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ME: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Girl classmate: Ehh..Don't be sad lah! It's ok to retain! I know the J1s are insensitive &lt;em&gt;(Since when did I say ANYTHING?) &lt;/em&gt;and they may look down on us but we must focus to do what we are supposed to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So, what was I supposed to say? I was dumbstruck, and I just wanna say CHILL MANNN!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have enough of those rubbish saying that we are being looked down! BECAUSE I DON"T WANT TO FEEL TT WAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh my God, I feel so emotionally retarded. I'm not even tt angry but I'm scream writing on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AND I miss my sec school &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; much! Words could not describe how much I love being around with girls.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P.S: I'm not lesbian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And now I'm currently having a break in the library?!!! &lt;em&gt;(whatever)&lt;/em&gt; And for the next 364 days, my ppl, I'm going to be a geek. I might even find my soulmate here who is also, a geek, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAIYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYYA.....   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-89618784021245946?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/89618784021245946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=89618784021245946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/89618784021245946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/89618784021245946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-life.html' title='Get a life!'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-1284040075847834088</id><published>2009-01-17T19:54:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:49:41.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emu Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SXHST8igaXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZoXkk_H34T0/s1600-h/emu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292242277247248754" style="WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SXHST8igaXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZoXkk_H34T0/s320/emu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey humansuckers! I'm back again! I hope you missed me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've a very interesting story to share with you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My trainer (I recently took a course), was like telling us about his past experience in the zoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there he was, in the zoo(duh) and he is of course the zookeeper (double DUH). He said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zookeepers are like constantly going around the zoo collecting SHIT. We really should respect &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zookeepers cos they're really noble, providing a clean environment for those animals. And the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;animals has no idea cos they would uncontrollably fart and pee in their expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's a place where they house all the Australian animals (kangaroos, etc) and he was doing his usually stuff. Sweeping and everything and minding his own business while the animals really just ignored him. Well, at least most of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this particular birdy looking animal called the EMU (see pic above) focusing his beady eyes on him. By the way, the pic is a cuter version in case some of us couldn't take the thrill. THen, it start to wobble stupidly towards my trainer. He said he was a little nervous that it might attack him. So to protect himself, he held the broomstick in between the Emu and him and pretending to b so focused in sweeping that invisible dirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Emu just continued forward to the broom and opened his legs wider and wider and....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;STARTED DOING IT WITH THE POOR BROOMSTICK. Oh man! How sick is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To think humans are reactive and yah. Animals are equally as turned on. You could forget about gg to the zoo for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-1284040075847834088?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/1284040075847834088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=1284040075847834088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/1284040075847834088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/1284040075847834088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2009/01/emu-attack.html' title='The Emu Attack'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SXHST8igaXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZoXkk_H34T0/s72-c/emu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-3461520118903442289</id><published>2009-01-01T13:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:16:39.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009! A New YEaR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey everyone! It's already 2009. 2008 just sucked big time right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;its a new beginning and start afresh ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Well, I putting my new year resolutions down:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-Get good grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;--EXERCISE to pass NAPFA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;---Don't skip class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;----Start to like going to scholl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-----Try to like my new classmates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;------Try harder even if they suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-----Get into NUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;----Be more active in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;---Be less lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;--Confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-Less slack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I don't get all of this things done, Well, then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WONT BE BLOGGING TILL THEN!!!! Kidding! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-3461520118903442289?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/3461520118903442289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=3461520118903442289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/3461520118903442289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/3461520118903442289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-new-year.html' title='2009! A New YEaR'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-5603896051326284855</id><published>2008-12-22T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:25:50.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empower Me rocks</title><content type='html'>Wahaha! Yeah! I came back from the MindChamps camp (find the champion in you), 2 and a 1/2 day. I'm just so irritated with myself for being a chicken during the whole journey throughout the cheers. I shouldda been more ENTHU. urgh!&lt;br /&gt;Then I can like have more FUN.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I still broke through those sickening barriers But still NOT ENUF. I knew it. I can do better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of myself to have completed the whole programme because at a certain point of time, I felt like going home cos' I'm afraid to faint in front of everyone (so embarassing LAH U know?) due to the lack of 8 hrs of my valuable beauty sleep and food.&lt;br /&gt;I never ever thought I would like did something SO GREAT. And I love it, this newfound feeling and confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Hurray! TO me!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-5603896051326284855?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/5603896051326284855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=5603896051326284855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/5603896051326284855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/5603896051326284855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2008/12/empower-me-rocks.html' title='Empower Me rocks'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-2883130343056626805</id><published>2008-12-16T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:49:15.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pat is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is a bed of roses. now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today's headline:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAT IS BACK FROM USA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my fellow readers that Patricia Lays was last seen with your sexy reporter(me)&lt;br /&gt;and someone who prefers to be known as a very good friend. After what seems to be&lt;br /&gt;a gruelling 3mths of overseas study, she finally decided to come back! Welcome home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really miss my awesome friends (aww...) but most importantly, I came back to study Nutrition in Taemasek Poly."she retorted between sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was indeed a heartwarming session because everyone had thought she'll be&lt;br /&gt;a legend in our hearts and the fond memories will become history but God made this&lt;br /&gt;all happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well people, its not as innocent as it sounds. In order to be back here, she has defied&lt;br /&gt;her parents and they will not be paying for her school fees. So, she needed to get a jobbeh.&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to donate any items or money (preferred), pls contact me. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok cut the crap out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is miracle happens and I'm gonna rock my life no matter what. I'm strong.(trying)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-2883130343056626805?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/2883130343056626805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=2883130343056626805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/2883130343056626805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/2883130343056626805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2008/12/pat-is-back.html' title='Pat is back!'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-6295731970261505775</id><published>2008-12-11T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:48:50.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Shoot! I can't stop typing, I'm addicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm really in a good mood and for the first time so far, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;feel lyk complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm hoping to go on holiday to Bintan during Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Wa lau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Very sleepy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Yawns! Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-6295731970261505775?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/6295731970261505775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=6295731970261505775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/6295731970261505775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/6295731970261505775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2008/12/continued.html' title='Continued...'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-7380490632731068838</id><published>2008-12-11T21:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:27:52.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOSH, Someone just take me already lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pls don't misunderstood me for erm prostituting myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I just want some serious fun time out yay! (not)Knowing what the heck those ppl are busy about that they can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;msg me back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; (UWAAHHH...sniff sniff) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My stupid friend complained she still doesn't have a BOYfriend and SHE IS B-O-R-E-d. I'm actually pretty cool with this topic and snorted at her along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Hiya, never mind lah. All of us still single wat!" (try to be supportive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I hope one of us could fish a hot guy" she said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;( Obviously not appreciative )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Hey! I have a crush..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; ( Trying harder )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"YOu MeaAn Tt XX? (trying to look disgusted but actually doesn't make any difference) Haiyoyoyoyoyo! He very phat and Ugly leh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AHHHH! It's not the 1st time FYI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Although she didn't literally slap me but indirectly well, she kind of DID..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and I felt pain for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Myself&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How dare she criticize my taste! Rawwrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't care whether she's a stupid despo friend who insulted me, she'll be dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then I treated her to ICE KACANG (posioned). I secretly collaborated with that auntie (muahaha) to pour detergent into it and gave it to her. Before she died, she finally gave up and I &lt;strong&gt;won&lt;/strong&gt;! I wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't know why the hot-guy-crazy virus have been widely spreading and invading young and the old. Then there's this article from 8 days, "I've never seen her having so much fun in a vertical position before apart from having a date!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh my god. Such good quote! To maybe describe some of my friends in the future.soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh! By the way I suggest my mum to go and watch Menopause The Musical at the esplanade. She was all unreactive like argon. no fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm so elated that its school holidays! woohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I WANT TO WATCH BOLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I WANT TO WATCH BOLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I WANT TO WATCH BOLT&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO WATCH BOLT&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO WATCH BOLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm Not Kidding! Somebody take me already! I can do anything from sniffing Adam's privates to eating your leftovers. I'll be a very very good company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-7380490632731068838?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/7380490632731068838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=7380490632731068838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/7380490632731068838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/7380490632731068838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2008/12/hooray.html' title='Hooray!'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-1973535889845265814</id><published>2008-11-25T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:09:30.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I Just Wanna Profess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My Undying Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;For........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;television&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can confidently say that its the best invention eva in this world! I'm a fan of it 100%! Ok, I'm not bragging but it rocks more than Mrs Tan. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Y'all just got to watch out for Miss NO Good starring Rainie Yang, Wilber Pan and my boyfriend Dean! Woot~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-1973535889845265814?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/1973535889845265814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=1973535889845265814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/1973535889845265814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/1973535889845265814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2008/11/tv-rocks.html' title='TV Rocks!'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-493703301810201490</id><published>2008-11-23T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:56:37.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello! I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Move it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This post is dedicated to Mrs Tan Judy who is my chem cum form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OMG! Like she totally rocks can unlike my parents who always rub in my face that "you have to retain and live in ny for two more years. Haha!"&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've thought it through and still agrees with myself and some other anti-nanyangjcians that nanyang SUCKS. But my attitude would change. I'll totally isolate myself from those idoits and concentrate on studying (SIGH..) so that I can get into NUS or further abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OoOoppps! Off track alr, must blog abt how great and saintly is Mrs Tan. She's like super caring to students ok! even though she sigh ALOT and you could really feel the impact of the gravity of air through her neatly trimmed nostrils. But she's altogether adoring and n.i.c.e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She surprise me all the time. Like when I score so badly for chem and whatever, she just sighs and sigh only. Well that explains all. I don't really appreciate all that lecturing or coaxing TOO MUCH. So, she's not like any other 'chers. She's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! SOme juicy gossips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs tan declared that she had her worst nightmares during JC life too. OMG! Sistas!! Plus Ras.&lt;br /&gt;She said she couldn't fit into the ang-mor environment back in National JC. WOW! she goes to a prestigious school in S'pore and I was thinking why she wants to be a teacher with all those blood vomiting times and the danger of dying early all in the name of teaching. She can like totally go and be something bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan also thinks her classmates were childish too cos they kept gossiping mean stuff about other ppl. Like so wrong! I mean the gossiping. These ppl definitely DO NOT know the art of gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you Mrs Tan! Like I have promised you, if i ever become famous, diff ppl kissing my well polished ass and start holding fan clubs for me, I'll say this all owes to my beloved teacher Mrs Judy Tan. You're the music in me. The water in the desert. The spine to the body. Without you, I'll never see how great life once was. I hope your kids can grow up to become handsome lads and a word of advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;don't send your kids to ny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-493703301810201490?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/493703301810201490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=493703301810201490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/493703301810201490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/493703301810201490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-im-back.html' title='Hello! I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-7168755205456386928</id><published>2008-11-04T19:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:00:16.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not finished!</title><content type='html'>With so many things whirling in my mind and none of the problems are being solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: Ahem, don't tell anyone. I've not yet told my parents abt my results. Somebody shoot me!! Once i'd tell them, my father will flare his nose hairs like its been caught in a tornado and my mum's eyes will be burning with rage, rage &amp;amp; more rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: I want to get promoted in another JC. I know its impractical but I can fantasize can't I? Like you're so screwed and want to get out of reality just a moment and then you'll get hit back to reality, ah-gain (rol-ls my eyes). But it makes you feel mooore high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd: My parents ah-gain. They're really the cause of some of the most troublesome problems. They'll definitely disagree and say something like "sayang, don't like that lah. You can get used to it one. And maybe someday you'll love ny." Ya, SOMEDAY. My mother thinks its some kind of like a korean drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I might find true love.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I laughed right in her face. Then I told her that she's old and abit out of her mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody shit. I want to go find my friends in other JCs.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I feel good because at least I still have friends in ny. Hehhehheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-7168755205456386928?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/7168755205456386928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=7168755205456386928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/7168755205456386928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/7168755205456386928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-not-finished.html' title='I&apos;m not finished!'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-2337531243486888040</id><published>2008-11-04T18:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:15:53.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nanyang sucka!</title><content type='html'>My God, if you're there, pls let me have my big break from ny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Can you pity me a little and get me out of HERE asap? My energy level and optimism is decling and will reach all time low sooner or later. IF I EVER FIND ANOTHER SOMEONE WHO UNDERSTANDS ME! Like a twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you like it or not, I'm telling you most of those nanyang ppl SUCK! OMG, they like have NO life at all! They only make you feel horrible AND lame abt your life. Sometimes u may ask yourself, "Why am I living and breathing when my life suck?" and God will tell you its because to make other ppl thank Him for not letting them to be the ones who kena those evil ppl.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;God may be a little attention-grabbing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I can't believe I've tolerated sooo many ny people's lame jokes. Not as if I'm a funny person though. A friend who shall not be named once told me, "you know horr.. chinese arr very easily amused leh." YAYY! somebody agrees with me!! I told her I'm a chinese too but she was all surprised and shocked for a min, in the end she said "omg, u don't look like one!" "I know, alot of ppl say I look like eurasian. Haiya, what to do?!" Then I happily skipped away at the beat of "Beautiful girls" (ok, fine. I made up this part of the story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From long ago, I see-riously is disgusted by the way ny ppl act especially those who are from these following secondary schools (NC, ZH,..). they really think that they're like TOO COOL FOR SCHOOL?!!!! Like OH MY GOD?! Get a life assholes! You can't be a cool kid if so many ppl hate you! Particularly me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....&lt;br /&gt;pls stop your nonsense. I mean stop vomiting out lame stuffs that is neither interesting nor funny. Thank you very much and God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If you want me to speak in simpler terms, its.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;JUST SHUT UP AND F*** OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Phew~ they just pisses me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-2337531243486888040?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/2337531243486888040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=2337531243486888040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/2337531243486888040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/2337531243486888040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2008/11/nanyang-sucka.html' title='nanyang sucka!'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-1620942762706939421</id><published>2008-11-01T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:11:17.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands up for HSM3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It blew me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The songs, the dance and the people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I wish I can be in that type of school with so much fun ppl around who can just randomly dance whenever they feel like it. That is when they out of their mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-1620942762706939421?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/1620942762706939421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=1620942762706939421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/1620942762706939421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/1620942762706939421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2008/11/hands-up-for-hsm3.html' title='Hands up for HSM3'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-2438528777157992853</id><published>2008-10-26T13:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:30:43.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gooo Gooo Gooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay peee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Tmr's public holiday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;That means: NO &lt;em&gt;school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;NO &lt;em&gt;PW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;NO &lt;em&gt;Morning Assembly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;NO &lt;em&gt;lame ppl to meet&lt;/em&gt; (they know who they r)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've Just finished reading 2 books-&lt;em&gt;The Clique Summer Collection&lt;/em&gt; on Massie &amp;amp; Dylan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Massie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a RICH high-class BRAT blessed with a &lt;strong&gt;oh-I-would-die-for-it&lt;/strong&gt; pretty face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She's only 15 and has a WALK-IN CLOSET leh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Living in a castle-huge mansion...WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chanel, Dior, etc are lyk &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;An alpha* in school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*alpha is a leader who rules a place but doesn't mean he/she has 2 b nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dylan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;One of my favourite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;live and breathe FOOD. MmMm...Yumm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;can be mean and manipulative at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;easy-going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A little fat as compared 2 her other Clique members&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;burps. A LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;There're all together 5 ah-mazingly beautiful and hawt girls. They call themselves, &lt;strong&gt;The Pretty Committee&lt;/strong&gt;. (Yuck! So bimbotic.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-2438528777157992853?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/2438528777157992853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=2438528777157992853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/2438528777157992853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/2438528777157992853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Gooo Gooo Gooo!'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-7873487296476159750</id><published>2008-10-24T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:06:25.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burrp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I feel lyk a pig these few days but a slim one of course FYI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I kept wanting 2 fall asleep on 45 and knocking my head all over the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2day is another PW day and I shall continue blogging abt the mishaps I've encountered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To tell you the truth, I really hate ppl who keep coming up to my face and say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"very sian leh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4 no particular reason!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lyk wat am I s'pose 2 do to make you happy n high? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pole dance on the spot 4 u?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;c'mon lah! Don't be childish can or not, u go make urself happy lah!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aiya, I can't stand this any longer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take a nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-7873487296476159750?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/7873487296476159750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=7873487296476159750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/7873487296476159750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/7873487296476159750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2008/10/burrp.html' title='Burrp!'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-567029743431849628</id><published>2008-10-23T21:25:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:42:30.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention: all anti-nanyang jcians</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HELLOO. PPL who hates ny &gt; me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;SiNg It With Me, now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Uh-huh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Putcha handzzup! Putcha handzzup! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Uh-huh! This my shit, anti-nanyang jcians stomp your feet like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(This is for my ppl who hates ny. Annie Wan who looove the college, pls stop reading here. I don't wish to hurt you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wake up in the morning at six am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wanna skip school and go TM\ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Shoppin all day but bought nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wait till I reach school, then get scolding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hate nyjc, lemme to describe it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know u won't believe it if I say "IT'S SHIT!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 11 claps. It goes like this, "1-2.1-1-2.1-1-2-2.1-2.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tell me wat I can do, when I'm stuck in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't get me to study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm not a studying tool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And if I got too angry, I might just scold "fuck u!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Teachers, parents, students,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Always don't get along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Does it ring a bell here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"ding dong ding dong ding dong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Homework piling up all day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;exam marks flying LOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And the next thing u-know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mr Kwek said, "Just go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've been longing for this moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;since the day I was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To those who bore thoughts like me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don't hesitate about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If you hate nyjc, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;shout it out loud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No use suffer in silence and cry amongst yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You still do have a choice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;to leave the school compound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's on;y a matter of time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;NEVER OR NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11 claps, Screw you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Bless you my fans! May you live a merry life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-567029743431849628?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/567029743431849628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=567029743431849628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/567029743431849628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/567029743431849628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2008/10/attention-all-anti-nanyang-jcians.html' title='Attention: all anti-nanyang jcians'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-920369952723908967</id><published>2008-10-22T18:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:48:44.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Axe nanyang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go back to hell NYJC! Where you came from...........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At home, I'm not allowed to watch TV, use computer, read magazines BUT study!&lt;br /&gt;No entertainment for ME. Wa Lau!&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, pls feel very lucky to have your parents as your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TJ rocks my socks! YEAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-920369952723908967?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/920369952723908967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=920369952723908967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/920369952723908967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/920369952723908967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2008/10/axe-it.html' title='Axe nanyang'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-399485922724371718</id><published>2008-10-21T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:55:50.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Crazy!</title><content type='html'>OMG! School life's sooooooooooooooooo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;B-O-R-I-N-G&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You would never believe IT but nanyang is the most &lt;em&gt;sian-sian&lt;/em&gt; place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had to pose in front of myself and deliever my OP speech on such a nice day! Yaya papaya lah! In the end, I still got comments lyk "wan suuu.., still tooo cerky (jerky) lah, hor?" (Tommy Lee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What the hell! I've gotten really a strong urge to bitch abt this woman. I know its wrong but sometimes we have our periods.&lt;br /&gt;The story begins with an ah-dorable looking but sensitive little girl who was living her comfortable n luxurious life. Unfortunately, she had gotten lost in&lt;strong&gt; nanyang&lt;/strong&gt; and couldn't get herself out.&lt;br /&gt;Then, a &lt;strong&gt;muscular toad&lt;/strong&gt; appeared and want to help her get out, but she had to complete one pw task. She agreed. But on her way, she met a stupid, boring and birdy looking &lt;strong&gt;witch&lt;/strong&gt; who thought of many evil plus irritating ways to change her oral presentation script which she has putten &lt;strong&gt;A LOT&lt;/strong&gt; of heart n soul into. Doing crap again and again, blah blah blah. URRGGGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She was damn pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many of u don't know why she was pissed, let me explain a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been not appreciated by your some ppl and tt person kept yelling at u for the smallest thang????!!!! I feel like SHIT. I can stand anything but this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-399485922724371718?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/399485922724371718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=399485922724371718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/399485922724371718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/399485922724371718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-crazy.html' title='So Crazy!'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-2634069050703964350</id><published>2008-10-15T18:31:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:54:00.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promos? Give me a break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SPXwn9wVDDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DyR0FjTfCkM/s1600-h/babies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257372709407755314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SPXwn9wVDDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DyR0FjTfCkM/s320/babies.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's another bad day and i will not stop bitching abt my life until it gets better or I grow prettier.&lt;br /&gt;1st thing in the morning, I was late for school. The stupid bus which I really trusted, cheated on my feelings. It was supposed to come and pick me up at 7:05 but eventually, I waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and waited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until I start to yawn. Then finally, IT CAME! Ah! 45!!! yipppeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Thank..."shhoooo-"&lt;br /&gt;It went right past me. "@!#$%$$! What the fuck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to stay calm and on my best behaviour to maintain lady-like. While the other spoil brats suck their teeth and made that "*!" sound, I just pretend to be cool. Cos, you know, I've got a image to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:46, another bus flew past me cos its too crowded (again) and MAN was I irritated. I felt like throwing my shoes at the bus and made a mental note to complain to sbs abt their disgusting service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I missed 1 hour of Chem lecture.&lt;br /&gt;Which I kinda have no complaints abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day got worse when my promos came back to haunt me. I was disgusted. My classmates were very supportive and sweet to comfort me. So if you're reading this, pls accept my gratitude of thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;back on track..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Returning back promo papers are actually the highlight of today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I've scored two other 'Ew's and 'S'es respectively, hate that feeling. I was so sad that I refused to talk today..(cry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Then, I thought to meself,,, so what if your results is bad? There're lots of jobs out there that does not require any skills or brains, u know? Like take sweeping for example, does it need Chem? No. Why the hell you need to know mole concept for? Like you'll ever need to solve this question, "How to get x moles of litter?" balance the equation (state symbols required). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It obviously doesn't need maths or econs or gp or chinese and it pays well, well enough to not go hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I respect cleaners too. They made Singapore clean and green!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Tell me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Why do you have to go and make things so complicated? I see the way you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Life's like this, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And you fall and you crawl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And you break and you take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What you get and you turn it into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Honesty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;No, no, no"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Goal: Get promoted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-2634069050703964350?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/2634069050703964350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=2634069050703964350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/2634069050703964350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/2634069050703964350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2008/10/promos-give-me-break.html' title='Promos? Give me a break!'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SPXwn9wVDDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DyR0FjTfCkM/s72-c/babies.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-5604264323728731873</id><published>2008-10-14T18:13:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:41:40.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alamak, so SCREWED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well,well, well. 2day I'm really pissed. But my friend Naffie saved it. Phew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back my H2 chinese paper, I had a lot of stuff going through my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I actually did was,&lt;br /&gt;1. Re-calculate my marks over n over again, insisting that there's definitely a BIG mistake made by those mathematically retarded chinese teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whine like a pig and irritating others so they forget to do step 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pointing THE finger @ them (my marks and teachers who don't give a damn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Praying it was all just a scary nightmaree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still got U! A BIG FAT SMILEY U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a long raging thunderstorm,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my sunshine appeared!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After hearing the juicy gossip of some high profile gorilla in TPJC from my friend, I embraced life again. This idoit apparently has committed several social suicides (gasp) because he acts as if he is the only one in this world. He made me thanked God for being who I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;His name is 135, ladies and gentleman, he is not a bus number but is based on how he digs, yes digs his nose in public and fling out SOMETHING from his nose. (pause for dramatic EWWs from target audience)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Watch your steps or else you might...KENAH IT!&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, he digs inside his uniform and scratch his harmpits (hairy armpits). This situa-ew-tion turned all his classmates against him and nobody normal dare to sit with him. He is like a terrorist in school and ppl literally run away from him!&lt;br /&gt;And a shocking news is, he chases after a bunch of girls in school openly to touch their butt. with his hand. which went right into his sweaty harmpit, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I think I've lost my appetitte and I feel like feeding him milk powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SO, u guys wonder how he does his thang uh-huh?!! HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out urself lah! or get a free demo from me in school if u want lah-ah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;So Long~ Cha Cha Cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-5604264323728731873?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/5604264323728731873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=5604264323728731873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/5604264323728731873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/5604264323728731873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2008/10/alamak-so-screwed.html' title='Alamak, so SCREWED!'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107169039175172562.post-3716964980027384082</id><published>2008-10-13T17:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:38:41.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JC life SUCK like Vaccum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1st thing 1st, I've practically started complaining NON-STOP abt my pain-in-da-ass school every single day of my life since the 1st day when I (the diva) stepped into hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The reality finally hit me in my beautiful flawless face that I'm REALLY in **jc (to protect the name and reputation of this JC). But I've decided to let my feelings out of my closet and telling myself to lead a promising life. As God can see, I've metamorphasised (whatever the word is) / rebirthed in simpler terms. Any Wayzz, I hate this stupid life circulating tests and exams! I HOPE GOD COULD GIVE ME A HAND! FINGER OSO CAN LAH! I'm not very picky&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107169039175172562-3716964980027384082?l=pop-the-corn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/feeds/3716964980027384082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107169039175172562&amp;postID=3716964980027384082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/3716964980027384082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107169039175172562/posts/default/3716964980027384082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pop-the-corn.blogspot.com/2008/10/jc-life-suck-like-vaccum.html' title='JC life SUCK like Vaccum'/><author><name>Wan Wan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623917737074782033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UhXr_rKJrY/SQvqSVoEgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCx17QpHh-I/S220/Gui+Gui.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
