<?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-9343248</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:45:52.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blahh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-113094050564222280</id><published>2005-11-02T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T22:15:26.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=50&gt;&lt;b&gt;ATTENTION &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NOT BE USING THIS BLOG ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL be creating a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;Those whom I actually trust, WILL get the link&amp;password to my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DON'T RECIEVE THE PASSWORD OR LINK, then YOU WEREN'T MEANT TO GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised. I trust few.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry if you have found this offensive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-113094050564222280?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/113094050564222280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/113094050564222280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#113094050564222280' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-113005962496570633</id><published>2005-10-23T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T17:27:04.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. When was the last time &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; blogged? LOL. Nothing much have happened the past few days. Okay, so SOME things have happened. I've been going out practically everyday. Otherwise, i'm out with my mum. Or on the phone for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahaha. Hm. Okay, so for short about the past few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;PSLE is over.&lt;br /&gt;Went out for 7days straight and more.&lt;br /&gt;Spent more than a 100$ of my mum's money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let us talk about yesterday. Well, &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;, not you. &gt;&lt; Right. On with the blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, 22nd of October, Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valen, Lynn and Sylvia met at my house, from.. 1-2pm? Valen came first, followed by Sylvia and Lynn at the same time. Lynn rushed. Cos i told her i would give her a 1/2 hour. She was wearing this black feather boa, which she told be was a "gorilla's arm". RIGHT. LMAO. Okay, then, we went to Plaza Sing. Ate lunch at KFC.. (Fast forward) We took neos. And at four, Michelle came. (P.S we used sylvia's money to buy the things first. Cos we were too lazy - Okay, maybe &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; was too lazy - to wake to xifan's house. Besides, we were too late.) So we took some more neos. Then.. we took the MRT to Jurong Point, bought the things, bought bubble tea, had dinner and went back to take MRT.&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the MRT station, we passed what seemed like a million black indian people. (FREAKY, I TELL YOU.) Michelle, Sylvia and I were so spooked. Lynn and Valen was like not scared. HOW? Rofl. Okay, we got on the train, for one hour, but 1/2 an hour before that, Sylvia left for her aunt's shop. At Raffle's place, we changed train and headed for novena. Then we came out from novena, crossed the overhead bridge, and took 851 back to OPPOSITE my house. So we crossed half the main road easy. Then, for the second one, i saw two guys had crossed the first lane. So i thought nothing of it, and crossed after them, and valen followed. WE ALMOST GOT KNOCKED DOWN. LMAO. Then, we crossed the other three/four lanes safely. LOL. We JAYWALKED. MEh. Then we came back home, my internet was down, so we just hung around until they left. THAT'S IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I woke up at 10am, slept again till 11am, then again to 11.40am.&lt;br /&gt;When I finally woke up, I had three smses and 2 missed calls.&lt;br /&gt;What ARE you people? OBSESSED WITH ME?! ROFL. KIDDING(: Ahahaha. Then, I ate sausage pizza. WHICH WAS GROSS. SO MUCH FRIKKIBNWow. When was the last time &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; blogged? LOL. Nothing much have happened the past few days. Okay, so SOME things have happened. I've been going out practically everyday. Otherwise, i'm out with my mum. Or on the phone for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahaha. Hm. Okay, so for short about the past few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;PSLE is over.&lt;br /&gt;Went out for 7days straight and more.&lt;br /&gt;Spent more than a 100$ of my mum's money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let us talk about yesterday. Well, &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;, not you. &gt;&lt; Right. On with the blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, 22nd of October, Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valen, Lynn and Sylvia met at my house, from.. 1-2pm? Valen came first, followed by Sylvia and Lynn at the same time. Lynn rushed. Cos i told her i would give her a 1/2 hour. She was wearing this black feather boa, which she told be was a "gorilla's arm". RIGHT. LMAO. Okay, then, we went to Plaza Sing. Ate lunch at KFC.. (Fast forward) We took neos. And at four, Michelle came. (P.S we used sylvia's money to buy the things first. Cos we were too lazy - Okay, maybe &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; was too lazy - to wake to xifan's house. Besides, we were too late.) So we took some more neos. Then.. we took the MRT to Jurong Point, bought the things, bought bubble tea, had dinner and went back to take MRT.&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the MRT station, we passed what seemed like a million black indian people. (FREAKY, I TELL YOU.) Michelle, Sylvia and I were so spooked. Lynn and Valen was like not scared. HOW? Rofl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP, I JUST DELETED THE WHOLE FUGLY POST. thank god i saved that previous part. I'M TALKING TO CARMEN ON THE PHONE. BYE NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-113005962496570633?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/113005962496570633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/113005962496570633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#113005962496570633' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-112809339392272212</id><published>2005-09-30T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T23:16:33.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JOEL HASN'T REPLIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know. wtf am i doing on the computer, and BLOGGING?!&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm the type where i destress by not studying at all. ahaha. oh.&lt;br /&gt;i am so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. here's what i got from this horoscope page. this page makes me grin to myself. MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pisces and Libra&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Joel and Hilary respectively.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These affectionate, creative artistic people take to each other immediately. But Pisces is looking for emotional support and won't find that with Libra. Libra wants romance and harmony, but flees from the responsibility of any kind of demands or entanglements. They both like luxury and a lovely home, but Pisces is too lazy about making money and Libra is too extravagant about spending it. Libra has numerous outside interests and feels stifled by Pisces. Physical rapport isn't enough for the long term. But as long as it lasts, this is likely to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GRIN* doesn't that make you as happy as me?! here's ANOTHER thing that i got from that page which also make me grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pisces and Cancer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Joel and Me respectively.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisces enjoys Cancer's sexual demands, for Cancer is equally sensual. This romantic duo finds passion, sensitivity, and tenderness in each other. Pisces doesn't mind if Cancer makes most of the decisions; Cancer's concern for security and excellent money sense provide a very practical stability. These two are sentimental types who like to stick close to home. Loyal Cancer devotes itself exclusively to insecure Pisces, and, in turn, Pisces idolizes Cancer. A very compatible pair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEEPMEEPPPPPPPPPP.&lt;br /&gt;haha. hyper. okay so it's pretty sick. hey, i was bored. (:&lt;br /&gt;Annie's not going to school on Monday and Tuesday. I don't know what they do at home.&lt;br /&gt;We come to school we also have work to do what. Not like the things we do in school is useless.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I'm not the only one going to school. That'd be really gay. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;HMMMMM. I'm tired. yawnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to jephine: who's this mysterious matthew guy that you only tell ratio about?&lt;br /&gt;so mean. i'm jealous you won't tell me. Hmph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. jephine went bonkers just now.&lt;br /&gt;We were all scolding her and she just laughed and sat there "singing" yodel-leh-hee-hoo. i was kind of shocked. haha. weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erica here. peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-112809339392272212?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112809339392272212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112809339392272212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#112809339392272212' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-112754278873544745</id><published>2005-09-24T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T14:19:48.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>carmen's #1 fan angel reporting for duty!&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm taking in members! haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyone want to join? leave a tag on my tagboard then. &lt;br /&gt;lol. that's it for now. ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-112754278873544745?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112754278873544745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112754278873544745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#112754278873544745' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-112719669090013501</id><published>2005-09-20T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T14:11:30.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still no email. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;SPEAKING OF &lt;u&gt;NO&lt;/u&gt; ORIGINALITY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh* i feel really bad talking about this, but i just &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to vent my anger somewhere. This is really pissing me off. only one person knows who i'm talking about, and i'm not telling &lt;b&gt;who&lt;/b&gt;. sure, we're friends. SHE doesn't even know about this. i'm still her friend, duh. i'm not &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; petty. yes, that is why (in case no one noticed) i was a little moody close to the end of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't say how many letters in her name, i won't say &lt;b&gt;any&lt;/b&gt; PERSONAL INFORMATION. i don't want people to start hating me for this. (Boy, i sure know how carmen felt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty obvious. we're pretty close. usually i keep my secrets bottled up in me. it doesn't feel so good. this time, my heart's too full. one more secret i keep will cause me to explode. i just have to get this out. it's really annoying really, seeing people copy each other, or myself. i don't know. it just feels horrible. especially since i put a copyrighted sign. and then when i do something else,she uses my &lt;i&gt;old&lt;/i&gt; thing. maybe she doesn't realise it, or maybe she's just pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i hate copycats" quote from everyone. well, same goes for me. i don't hate the &lt;u&gt;copycats&lt;/u&gt; themselves, but what they are &lt;i&gt;doing&lt;/i&gt;. Alright, I'm done with my 'venting'. don't want to make y'all think i'm talking about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is, once again, erica- peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-112719669090013501?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112719669090013501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112719669090013501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#112719669090013501' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-112713614721549718</id><published>2005-09-19T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:22:27.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah. joel &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; hasn't replied yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i'm starting to think he never will. i don't blame him though. he has like a million fan mail to reply to. so i have to wait for about maybe a few weeks? hopefully i'll get it before psle. it'll probably lighten my mood up. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um. i just want y'all to know that i'm back up on msn! yay. my dad had his friend come over just after i came back to fix it for us. happy happy joy joy.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. today i have blogged a short post. didn't do much. just school. home. work. play(: a normal average day. ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erica- peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-112713614721549718?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112713614721549718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112713614721549718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#112713614721549718' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-112695677778026355</id><published>2005-09-17T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T19:33:21.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;ooh. so full (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasi lemak for dinner. &lt;b&gt;YUM&lt;/b&gt;. hee. well, today, i woke up really late. and like my dad's friend was here fixing his new computer, and i was in my pj's. ahh. can you say embarrassing? lol. so i got dressed in home clothes and watched tv and shit. i didn't use the computer much. used it for like 40mins or so. i was downloading gc stuff. hope it doesn't get deleted. (i'll get to why later.) so i went out with my mum at about three to united square. we got some ben&amp;jerry's icecream. mm, strawberry. it tasted like haagen-daz. so that means it's good. *grin* yup then after that we went to this shop, " foi's " . it's a really cute (but expensive) boutique. the clothes there are pretty unique and "exotic". haha. the lady from last time we went there was still there. she work mon-thurs from 4-9pm and full day on saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's really nice. i like her. haha. so we chatted abit while my mum tried on clothes. she talked to me about PSLE. how she didn't do well and got in normal tech. that kinda scared me. but no one's pressurizing (sp?) me cos i hate being pressurized (sp?). mhrm. and she said my mum was cute. cos she was really self-conscious. haha. and i kept stealing the yoyo gummy from the candy bowl. &gt;&lt; it's gooooood. yup, so my mum bought two shirts ($199) and we went to cold storage! yay. lol. we got me some strawberries, the candy that sylvia gave me in school and *smack* baconnnnn. haha. and we got fries and.. uh, cornflakes and we got.. tissue! and.. um, i can't remember what else! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we went to.. the food junction place. we bought some food for dinner, and i came back and ate. that's when my dad told me that my computer cannot be connected with the internet so his friend is going to fix it tomorrow. and he might need to delete EVEYTHING from the computer. (eeks!) yeah. so now we're using my dad's old computer which is not so old. it's about a year old. HUGE screen, fast internet, cool sound system and HUGE storage. lol. only problem is i can't seem to download msn. so now i'm stuck on the internet. WITHOUT msn. ): haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oy, i DID go to the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this is me again. signing off! peace y'all.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-112695677778026355?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112695677778026355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112695677778026355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#112695677778026355' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-112628004089692199</id><published>2005-09-09T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:36:27.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;joel hasn't replied )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really depressed. you know, i'm trying to be happy for joel. i'm trying to &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; hilary duff. but i can't! it's just so difficult to &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; her. *shudders* i mean, ew. no offence to her. i like only ONE song that she sang = wake up. because the lyrics are good. i don't know how anyone can tolerate her barbie voice. when she comes on mtv i shriek and change the channel. it's just a reaction that i've become pretty familiar with since her video came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now she's really pretty. i hate to admit it. she's really skinny. she sounds different. and she looks much more barbie-ish. maybe she went for some slimming programme or whatever. she looks more mature. but still, i feel she really isn't compatible with joel. i know, i myself feel that age doesn't matter. seriously though, when did they start dating? they say that they've been dating ever since like 2-3 years ago. and they only revealed it this year why? cos she's eighteen. omg. they've been dating since she was sixteen and fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess joel really likes her to date her for two years. they do have a little in common i guess. like, they both love to shop. and.. they both are singers.. and whatnot. i guess i just have to live with the idea of hilary and joel dating. maybe (hopefully not) hilary and joel married. *shudders harder* oof. now my stomach is doing flip-flops. how will their children turn out. hopefully it'll be a few more years before joel decides to get married with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even hilary's mum approves. me? well.. i don't really approve. i'll probably cry. and stuff. but whatever makes him happy. you know he said that he really loves hilary and shit. i mean, i don't &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; hilary duff and everything. so i shouldn't judge a book by it's cover and stuff, so i guess i'll try and give her a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really weird and shit, but i guess that'll have to do. i can't possible hate her for eternity, can i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* erica here, signing off.&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-112628004089692199?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112628004089692199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112628004089692199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#112628004089692199' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-112597873366925490</id><published>2005-09-06T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T11:52:28.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;meep.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMELIA!!!!! (=&lt;br /&gt;my *counts* 15-year-old cousin.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, alot has happened the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Been going out lots. and lots. ...&lt;br /&gt;and lots. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I just emailed joel. For those GC fans out there, his email is theDCMAknuckles@aol.com&lt;br /&gt;AHHH. i hope he replies &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;being such a big fan and all. I'm actually taking up the guitar because of good charlotte. (= oh yeah, that reminds me. i bought a guitar on... the 4th of september. getting it on thursday.. or tomorrow. have to see if they have it. wow, since i've been interested in guitars. I have found out that several people have been playing the guitar for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what inspired them. Hmm. Good charlotte inspired me, as y'all know. Caryl is considering taking up guitar. So she, Annie and I can go take guitar lessons after PSLE. But, my sister wants to take my guitar. She wants to share &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; guitar. After my PSLE, she wants to take &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; guitar and go take lessons. She might. Cos my other cousin, michelle, might be going for lessons with her. HRMPH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY &lt;i&gt;MY&lt;/i&gt; GUITAR?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she should get her own. it's not that i'm selfish and all... it's just that...&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, i am selfish. -_- okay never mind. I DON'T ENJOY SHARING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially not guitars. I mean she wouldn't even let me touch her guitar if she had one. Okay, not gonna say anymore, lest she comes into my blog. haha. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still owe esther a kelly layout. I'm not so sure why she wants &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; to do it for her, cos i'm not that experienced. sure, i take only a short while, but she could ask caryl or lynn or amelia or something... haha. okiedokie. i better go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S did you know i'm doing this in school? (= but we're allowed to, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-112597873366925490?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112597873366925490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112597873366925490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#112597873366925490' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-112376162891232217</id><published>2005-08-11T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:00:28.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="franklin gothic medium"&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt; hello again!&lt;br /&gt;SO SADDDDDDDDDD. tung mei, my "god-sister" (lol) is leaving today!&lt;br /&gt;She had better come back tomorrow to watch drama club's performance, consisting of (me, chelsey(ng), laura(ngiam), sylvia(lew) and tria(P4). )&lt;br /&gt;haha. we're dedicating it to her. it'll be like a concert thing. but like, some parts are pretty lame. i hope i can rely on you guys to support us! GO ALONG WITH ALL THE ACTIONS LIKE AT A REAL CONCERT! YOU BETTER SUPPOR US AYGHTTT?!&lt;br /&gt;heeeeeeeeee. wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;People I Miss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;(not in order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Carmen!&lt;br /&gt;-Tung Mei!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;JOEL&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE DWI. haha. random yay. was just on the phone with her for thirty seconds, exchanging house phone numbers. HEE. i'm so proud of myself. i'm taller than jephine and caryl! and one cm shorter than ratio! or rachella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! SINGAPORE'S BRAINIEST KID IS ON! BYEBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you lots people,&lt;br /&gt;rics.&lt;br /&gt;the BIGGER gc fan &lt;33&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-112376162891232217?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112376162891232217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112376162891232217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#112376162891232217' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-112338619529041933</id><published>2005-08-07T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T11:43:29.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="franklin gothic medium"&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;guess who's back, back again. rics is back. tell a friend. &lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. here's part two of the gc quotes thing. now we have billy, paul and chris. okiedokie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Billy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There will be no ass signing tonight, I'm sorry for the inconvience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Picture? SURE! You want a picture? Let's take a picture!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the last five minutes, it's Ian...Ian...Ian...Ian...Ian. I guess Ian's looking for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm scared of cops."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I murdered Paul's entire family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would be Ken so I could be getting up on Barbie all day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We hafta move cause security here SUCKS!" *Glares at guards* *Guards laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paul&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watchout i might have rabies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure you don't want Joel's autograph instead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the bass player. No one has a crush on the BASS player!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I used to take piano lessons when i was a kid. One time, i farted during a lesson, and my teacher never came back to my house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I met this girl once, she was an awsome boxer. She always came out of fights clean. Then i found out she wasn't exactly a girl..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dropped an anvil on Benji"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's ok, nobody's as much of a psycho as I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chris&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll pee in your Grandma's face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's cool not to be cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's actually triplets, it's me Joel and Benji" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're changing our name to the eye-socket gougers" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm here for the bling-bling. The millions and millions of pounds. No, of course I'm not"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey cool, do that again, the D D D D D thing.... *long pause with strange looks directed at Chris* Ummm, yeah, so the photo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes Billy is very polite"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So.. that's it!&lt;br /&gt;HRM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel has a promise ring that he got from his mom that promises he will stay a virgin untill he is married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out. I wonder if it's the same for the other members.. hmm. haha. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i'm totally weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Billy's dreds were cut off, they found part of a Dorito in there!&lt;br /&gt;Joel and Benji are IRISH! That means irish guys are hot. right? haha. well those two are.. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April Fools Day is the band's anniversary. haha. how cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepyep. anyway, i have to gooooooooooooooo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-112338619529041933?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112338619529041933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112338619529041933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#112338619529041933' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-112334081557873914</id><published>2005-08-06T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T23:06:55.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="franklin gothic medium"&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt; howdy hello!&lt;br /&gt;boreddddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some quotes from good charlotte! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: "This song is about quitting school, quitting work, quitting everything and starting a band. A punk rock band, a ska band, any kind of band. But what do you gotta do if you wanna start a boyband?" &lt;br /&gt;Crowd: "You gotta kill one of the ones already out there!" &lt;br /&gt;Joel: "That's right, because you gotta get in the rotation." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were the one who gave me those boxers? I wondered where they came from, I wear those! Although I'm not a big fan of flannel, it gets a little hot down there, if you know what I mean..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me put on my leather pants and open my shirt." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I am pimpin' this coat, thank you very much..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I wanna see all of you making out during this song." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you could say that we know more about the world, and we are now experts on the care and feeding of stinky, smelly socks." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Biotch... It's G to tha mutha fuckin C!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Benji&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Benji is life…all the rest is just details… Life is Benji"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know who else likes making out? Sum 41. I know first-hand… Or my friend does…"-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mom's the strongest lady that I know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Punk rockers have feelings too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are not very good at the rockstar thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Call me a mama boy I don't care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They call me Benji, they call him Joel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.. (:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-112334081557873914?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112334081557873914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112334081557873914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#112334081557873914' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-112184251114905875</id><published>2005-07-20T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T14:55:11.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="franklin gothic medium"&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;hey people.&lt;br /&gt;i put up two quizzes. please take them. they are under my links.&lt;br /&gt;the last two. thanks! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-112184251114905875?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112184251114905875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112184251114905875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#112184251114905875' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-112149739009566439</id><published>2005-07-16T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T15:05:59.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font colour=black&gt;&lt;font face="franklin gothic medium"&gt;&lt;font size=10&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;i know. i'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ghost Of You by Good Charlotte&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font colour=pink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wait until the end&lt;br /&gt;When the pendelum will swing back to the darker side of our hearts bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I will save this empty space&lt;br /&gt;Next to me like it's a grave&lt;br /&gt;Where I lay a place for us to sleep eternally together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been &lt;br /&gt;Searching for&lt;br /&gt;Traces of&lt;br /&gt;What we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ghost of you is all that I have left&lt;br /&gt;It's all that I have left of you to hold&lt;br /&gt;Awake in the night to find there's no one there but me&lt;br /&gt;And nothing left of what we were at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am pacing around this house again&lt;br /&gt;With pictures of us living on these walls&lt;br /&gt;I see my breath in the cold of the air that I breathe and I'm wondering&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if it's you that I feel&lt;br /&gt;If it's you that I feel here haunting me forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been&lt;br /&gt;Searching for&lt;br /&gt;Traces of&lt;br /&gt;What we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ghost of you is all that I have left&lt;br /&gt;It's all that I have left of you to hold&lt;br /&gt;Awake in the night to find there's no one there but me&lt;br /&gt;And nothing left of what we were at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not looking for&lt;br /&gt;Anything but us&lt;br /&gt;Anything but what we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not asking for&lt;br /&gt;Painted memories&lt;br /&gt;I only want to know you're here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ghost of you is all that I have left&lt;br /&gt;It's all that I have left of you to hold&lt;br /&gt;Awake in the night to find there's no one there but me&lt;br /&gt;And nothing left of what we were at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ghost of you is all that I have left&lt;br /&gt;It's all that I have left of you to hold&lt;br /&gt;Awake in the night to find there's no one there but me&lt;br /&gt;And nothing left of what we were at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;that song makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me think of joel.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;why can't i be 20.&lt;br /&gt;i love joel so much. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time in my whole life i ever felt so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-112149739009566439?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112149739009566439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112149739009566439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#112149739009566439' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-112057302233662320</id><published>2005-07-05T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T22:17:02.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;font face="franklin gothic medium"&gt;hey. i went out with sabrina yesterday and we like, took neoprints.. and we got her a notebook.. the neoprints turned out okay. but she was pretty controlling. as always. yup.&lt;br /&gt;so then we went to eat dinner at macs and then went home. haha. can't be bothered to put the details. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy blogger. aha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-112057302233662320?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112057302233662320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112057302233662320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#112057302233662320' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-112032026940744801</id><published>2005-07-02T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T00:06:39.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;font face="franklin gothic medium"&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;I GOT MY GOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLOTTE CONCERT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TICKET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;i'm so friggin happy! i'm going to be happy all the way till concert day! wheeee!~ *does loopy dance*&lt;br /&gt;haha. went to caryl's today. fun fun fun. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;okay.. so first i had tuition at 12.30 to 2. then at about 2, took a bus to caryl's and reached there around like.. what.. 3 or so? yeah then we like, used the computer a while. chatted with carmen.. i emailed her(: she's a sweet girl. yeah then, we also booked the tickets online with her dad's credit card! lol. the number was so friggin long. hahahaha. yep, then we did our posters. but i spilled vermillion paint all over mine by accident.. so i had like a better idea what to do with the paint(: &lt;br /&gt;i used it to make a puddle of "blood" and wrote my bloody valentine in it. (it's a good charlotte song) and i drew a rose. (which was pretty. i love roses.) it's so much nicer than caryl's. HAHAHA. &gt;&lt; i love my ego self. lol. uh huh and then i helped caryl with hers. hers said we believe (which was &lt;b&gt;MY&lt;/b&gt; idea, mind you) and then we put some thingys (which were supposed to use to make crystals) and used it as glitter, cos we didn't have any glitter.&lt;br /&gt;and half the time caryl was talking on the phone with valen. so like, when i finished mine, she had like 1/4 to go. haha. cos hers is much simpler than mine. hers is just like hearts and have the words and all. hahaha. but hers looked nice as well. &lt;b&gt;AND&lt;/b&gt;, caryl photocopied for me good charlotte pictures! IN COLOUR. it looked EXACTLY the same as the original. but yeah. i preferred the photocopied ones &gt;&lt; lol.  but then i left it at her house with my posters. so after we finished our posters.. we went to junction 8 for dinner. me and caryl ate KFC while her dad, mum, brother and grandma ate delifrance. i don't like delifrance. hee.&lt;br /&gt;yep and then we went to meet her family at delfirance after we finished and WE GOT OUR TICKETS FROM HER DAD!!!!! yay. i actually loved her dad for a minute. hahaha. funny story. yeah and then we excused ourselves, (literally. we said caryl had to go to the toilet and then after that we asked her dad if we could walk around.) and we walked around. and caryl asked me to sneak her inuyasha cd that she wanted to buy. so i said yes if she bought me some candy and this chocolate thingy (i'm finishing the chocolate already! i finished the candy earlier &gt;&lt;). yah so she did. and i was like, let's go take neoprints! so we were like looking in the cd shop and they didn't sell her inuyasha set! hahaha. wasted her money on me! LOL. yup, so then we took neoprints. with UNLIMITED time! HAHA. SO COOL. like, it has two booths. thats why it's unlimited time. and we took like, SO long okay. really long. haha. in the end we had to ask the person (in the shop) how to end the thing. cos it was like all in japanese and we didn't dare to click anything just in case we do something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;so gay lah. they only give like FOUR pictures and like 4 tiny pictures. like what the hell. but it's a nice machine. so yeah. i forgive it. aha. caryl said her dad didn't allow her to take neoprints with consulting him so i took it home. i have to cut it and bring it to her on tuesday. (monday's a holiday.) and she has to bring my poster and my good charlotte pictures! &gt;&lt; haha. oh and esther called caryl, she didn't know that i was there and caryl was like trying to ask esther to tell her about me and then she repeated what she said. bad stuff... ahhhh. but i don't care. so in the end we revealed ME and then we were like laughing like crap and i was like sorry... couldn't resist! lol. so esther was like pissed. lol. but alls good. i don't really care what people say. i'm not some freak who obsesses over what people think of her. but i do care when they say something about how i dress. cos it's like, insulting my taste. and i am full of myself. i admit.&lt;br /&gt;see? i admit. i'm a good girl hahaha. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;so overall the day was fun.&lt;br /&gt;okay, really fun.&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much caryl! nice caryl. i love you too. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-112032026940744801?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112032026940744801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112032026940744801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#112032026940744801' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-112023192175097979</id><published>2005-07-01T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T23:32:01.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="franklin gothic medium"&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;erica's list of top five hottest guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five  /daniel radcliffe&lt;br /&gt;four  /jesse mccartney&lt;br /&gt;three /billy martin&lt;br /&gt;two   /bo bice&lt;br /&gt;one   /joel madden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG. those guys are like, so hot. lol. can't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOTNESS TOO MUCH. GOING TO- *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johnny depp *sniff* haha. can't fit him in. &gt;&lt; *dodges tomatoes thrown by johnny depp fans* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-112023192175097979?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112023192175097979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112023192175097979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#112023192175097979' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-112022636472394394</id><published>2005-07-01T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:00:11.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;font face="franklin gothic medium"&gt;11days to conert! AND WE HAVEN'T GOTTEN TICKETS. me and caryl are like trying to figure out a way to get them today. ahahah. we tried looking at sistic. the hotline is available. but we have to pay by credit card. and then we could book online. but then we have to put our NRIC so we're scared. AND CAN YOU BELIEVE WE CAN'T BRING CAMERAS?!?! geezers. what6's wrong with them. maybe i should sneak it in. no wait, what if i get arrested? lol. gahhhhh. O_O caryl put me on hold on the phone for so long. stupid head &gt;&lt; aha. okay she's back. &lt;br /&gt;now she needs to bathe. wtf o_O hahh. yeah. so i better like, go. i need to quench my thirst with (maybe) coke. i'm begging my maid now. X) bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. she said no! ): i shall get myself.. milo?  :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-112022636472394394?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112022636472394394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112022636472394394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#112022636472394394' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-112013522849028548</id><published>2005-06-30T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T20:42:55.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="franklin gothic medium"&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1 erica&lt;br /&gt;2 rics&lt;br /&gt;3 rica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1 innocenttkiss_&lt;br /&gt;2 rics&lt;br /&gt;3 erica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1 my lips&lt;br /&gt;2 my hair&lt;br /&gt;3 my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1 my nails&lt;br /&gt;2 the scars on my legs&lt;br /&gt;3 my height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1 what&lt;br /&gt;2 is&lt;br /&gt;3 heritage? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1 horror movies *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;2 ghosts&lt;br /&gt;3 losing my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1 specs(:&lt;br /&gt;2 ONE earring &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;3 clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1 watch&lt;br /&gt;2 P.E. uniform&lt;br /&gt;3 sex bands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:&lt;br /&gt;1 GOOD CHARLOTTE&lt;br /&gt;2 Bo Bice&lt;br /&gt;3 Jesse McCartney (haha, guys&gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS:&lt;br /&gt;1 we believe -good charlotte&lt;br /&gt;2 she's no you -jesse mccartney&lt;br /&gt;3 OH GOD I LOVE WE BELIEVE! O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A DATING RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;1 his honesty&lt;br /&gt;2 his heart&lt;br /&gt;3 his loyalty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;1 i love good charlotte+bo bice+ jesse mccartney.&lt;br /&gt;2 i love my hair.&lt;br /&gt;3 i love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1 (like dwi says) the way he speaks. nOrT L!Ke tiS. I'm an english perfectionist! (:&lt;br /&gt;2 his eyes + teeth + breath (especially TEETH &amp; BREATH) &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;3 his taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1 msn.&lt;br /&gt;2 hanging with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;3 singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1 go out and do something wacky.&lt;br /&gt;2 go to good charlotte's concert.&lt;br /&gt;3 celebrate my birthday tomorrow &gt;&lt; haha. i can't wait for the gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED:&lt;br /&gt;1 author&lt;br /&gt;2 actress&lt;br /&gt;3 singapore idol! LOL (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1 paris&lt;br /&gt;2 florida&lt;br /&gt;3 california&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KID'S NAMES YOU LIKE:&lt;br /&gt;1 crystal&lt;br /&gt;2 paris &gt;&lt; (like dwi)&lt;br /&gt;3 joel (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1 make lots of money for my family.&lt;br /&gt;2 to be with the one i love.&lt;br /&gt;3 to break the record of longest marriage (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;1 i'm like a loser for hot guys. &lt;br /&gt;2 i'm so vain.&lt;br /&gt;3 i love.. guys? lol. omg. joel madden's so hot. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:&lt;br /&gt;1 i am.. weird?&lt;br /&gt;2 i swear, ALOT. for random reasons.&lt;br /&gt;3 O_O i'm not that guy-ish. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CELEB CRUSHES:&lt;br /&gt;1 joel madden&lt;br /&gt;2 bo bice&lt;br /&gt;3 jesse mccartney (*drool* hot guys. aha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE THAT I WOULD LIKE TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1 ratio&lt;br /&gt;2 jephine&lt;br /&gt;3 caryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. what a cute quiz.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-112013522849028548?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112013522849028548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/112013522849028548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#112013522849028548' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-111975644273658638</id><published>2005-06-26T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T20:54:35.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="franklin gothic medium"&gt;&lt;font size=8&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAIRRRRRRRR!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor, thin, ugly HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;fugly hairdresser.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-111975644273658638?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/111975644273658638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/111975644273658638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#111975644273658638' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-111936854638489698</id><published>2005-06-21T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:11:35.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;font face="franklin gothic medium"&gt;hi again.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to say, dwi and chelsey rock!! lol. they're getting me a ticket to good charlotte's concert!!!!!!! omg i love you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much okay. yeah. anyways, yesterday was the class gathering. it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun. sadly, i had to leave when mrs tan came! aww. i know.&lt;br /&gt;lol. yeah, but i saw her. so, i guess it's alright. i haven't been going online much cos i don't have much time when my sisters are hogging both computers. gahh.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but you do see me online once in a while right. mhrm. well, see y'all. (short post, huh. (x )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys to bits,&lt;br /&gt;rics(:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-111936854638489698?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/111936854638489698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/111936854638489698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#111936854638489698' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-111890160196904140</id><published>2005-06-16T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T14:00:01.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="franklin gothic medium"&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;hey.&lt;br /&gt;well, my maid went home yesterday and ellena missed her. she cried the whole night. GAH. couldn't sleep. so tired that my double eyelids turned single. ): yeah. don't feel like blogging. i had a great time with mrs kam yesterday. thanks mrs kam! and jephine for the bands(:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-111890160196904140?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/111890160196904140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/111890160196904140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#111890160196904140' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-111837476899581237</id><published>2005-06-10T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:06:28.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="tahoma"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="franklin gothic medium"&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dog scratched me and now i have a scratch below my eye. it's quite tiny but still, very visible. oh well. yeah. and i know what i want for my birthday.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good charlotte concert&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tickets in july. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want them, i want them, i want them! i don't care if i have to go alone.&lt;br /&gt;if i don't get them, i swear i'll cry. &lt;br /&gt;june 16-yaoting's birthday- at mediacorp 1pm. can go there and see if you can get tickets by telling them why you deserve to get tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;reason1&lt;/b&gt;: my friend's birthday is coming up and she wants a ticket REALLY, REALLY badly. she'll cry if she doesn't get a ticket. (me: 100% real truth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;reason2&lt;/B&gt;: i have a really good friend who loves good charlotte and i figured giving her a good charlotte ticket for her birthday this july would be the best present ever. (me: VERY TRUE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;reason3&lt;/b&gt;: my friend really, really want this ticket. i came here all the way from ______ road to get this ticket for her birthday. and i'm sure it would be the best gift ever. i think she would weep for joy if she recieved this ticket. (me: YES I WOULD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;reason4&lt;/b&gt;: my friend can't come because she has a really bad fever and her birthday is coming up. she loves good charlotte and would love to have this ticket as a birthday present. see? she's on the phone right now. *holds out handphone with me on the other end* (me: I WANT A TICKET!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;reason5&lt;/b&gt;: i love my best friend and what she wants is a good charlotte ticket. and her birthday is coming up. i know she wants this ticket because she loves good charlotte and she has many posters of good charlotte on her wall. she has been a great friend and the least i could do is get her the most unforgettable birthday gift in her life. (me: I WOULD LOVE YOU FOR THAT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i doubt anyone is going to go anyway. but yeah. my birthday is in july(: and i'm talking about it now? crap. hee. kind of stupid. hrmhrm.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. how'd i know about the concert? perfect10, duh. WAHHH. i want a ticket SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO (x100000000000000000000000) MUCH. gosh. i want it, i want it, i want it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harrumph.i'd rather go to the concert than get an iPod mini. i swear i'll cry if i don't get a ticket. proof: i half-cried when i missed the video of we believe good charlotte. okay, obsessive. i know. but they're soooooo good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=10&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GOOD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLOTTE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-111837476899581237?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/111837476899581237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/111837476899581237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#111837476899581237' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343248.post-111053216779041478</id><published>2005-06-05T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:05:18.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. long day.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;well, on friday, after school, we went to see mrs tan. cos mrs kam told us she came back.&lt;br /&gt;munling cried! almost made me cry. haha. yeh but after that a few of us, caryl;issy;valen;ratio;lynn;yunwei;claudia;ratan(x;vanessa(sec2);deanna;me, went to yaoting's house while a few others went to jeanette and shuxins' party.&lt;br /&gt;so then we played some games like the amazing race and fear factor. the other team won and caryl + i were quite upset cos we can't cope with failure. yeah then.. we went swimming. after that, went back to yao's house.&lt;br /&gt;we sang the birthday song, claudia fell in the pond! caryl laughed like crap. haha.&lt;br /&gt;poor claudia. anyway, we played some other games ate a bit and then i left lah. (after the "tour" even though i was there before)&lt;br /&gt;i went home. and packed my bag. about 40min later, jephien picked me up.&lt;br /&gt;when we went to her house, laura was there. and we talked about stuff and then lynn came(:&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to do midnight baking so we went to cold storage alone with a flashlight! lol. funny. jephine was in her jammies(:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then we bough brownie mix, yoghurt, 100+ and mentos.. etc(: (i paid $10)&lt;br /&gt;we brought 'em home and had dinner.. then did stuff. truth or dare while baking. laura burst the bag of chips open and everything fell on the floor. partly my fault cos i dared her. but mostly &lt;b&gt;her&lt;/b&gt; fault(: cos she burst it. bwaha. yeah. then we ate a bit. ate some yoghurt and forze the chocolate coated strawberries thinking we would go back down and take 'em before we slept. but  we didn't we watched harry potter all the way in jephine's room. i fell asleep first. (hey i took my medicine which made me tired)&lt;br /&gt;next day, we had to wake up at 8. i was last to wake up. i usually wake up at 12. so then jephine and laura showered. me and lynn didn't. we just changed and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;so then we.. ate breakfast and left for madagascar. we had planned to meet ratio and mrs kam at starbucks in.. wheelock i think. so we took the underpass after the movie and went the wrong way twice. lol. we finally made it and we met ratio after 5 minutes. and mrs kam after ten. all but me had a drink (it was ratio's break so she had to leave after that.)and we moved to bruger king. me and jephine had burgers, lynn had onion rings- laura, fries mrs kam chicken cheese sticks with shan. it came with a toy(:so shan took it. mrs kam paid for lunch! THANKS. heh. then we finished&lt;br /&gt;it and then walked around wheelock. at like 2+ laura had to go cos she had tuition. so we told mrs kam to meet at bugis. then we sent laura home and went to bugis. after that we.. took neoprints before mrs kam came. cos she was on the way. then after that we met her when we were designing the neoprints. so then we collected the neoprints and went to use the new booth. i love that booth(: so nice. haha. then.. we bribed shan into taking with us. then i designed with lynn again. we designed all i think. maybe jephine did one or two. i designed all the time(: yey. haha. we did one more without shan cos she didn't want to. then we left to a card shop, lynn bought a birthday card for her dad.&lt;br /&gt;we copied a marriage poem for miss teh! haha. she's getting married in the end-of-year holidays but she's going to batam next week for pictures. mrs kam told us ;) hehe.&lt;br /&gt;we then went to V8 movies (some cafe). i had a green apple milk tea, jephine- passion fruit, lynn- i forgot(: heh. mrs kam had a soursop. and calamari. we all drew for shan and she kept all of &lt;b&gt;mine&lt;/b&gt;. mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;cos my drawings are NICE. hee. i'm so mean. yeah we then met jephine's parents and went back to jephine's house. long post yeah. and eight jephine sent me and lynn home. we took some brownies back. my sister finished all(: hehe.&lt;br /&gt;well, that's it. (: see you all next time!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9343248-111053216779041478?l=-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/111053216779041478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9343248/posts/default/111053216779041478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-whentherainfalls.blogspot.com/index.html#111053216779041478' title=''/><author><name>[ricaa]-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854104268983162013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
