<?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-4442177932855632415</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:39:30.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sunshine!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-1904550708292980517</id><published>2009-11-25T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T05:31:27.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was fund raising in church! The sec2s sold nachos again. i think we shouldn't do it again next year, it's getting boring. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so amazed that all those little kids i know have facebook, and they're like, 6 or 7? :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Polka's in 2 weeks! AHHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was supposed to post this on wednesday, sorry. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm back from band camp! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Band camp was super fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish band camp would last longer, cause i feel so close to my section during band camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm so happy that i'm in such a wonderful section! :D Otherwise going for band would be like torture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night the stupid elza and &lt;i&gt;her derrick&lt;/i&gt; cheated our feelings D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then in the morning everyone realised the alumni put flour on us and our slippers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WEL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAMP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXCLAMATION MARK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-1904550708292980517?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1904550708292980517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=1904550708292980517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/1904550708292980517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/1904550708292980517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-was-fund-raising-in-church-sec2s.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-784345206611214022</id><published>2009-11-06T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:34:48.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Appeal results are out!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My appeal didn't work :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px Arial"&gt;19 GABRIELLA LIM 2E5 6 Geography&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;But it's okay :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-784345206611214022?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/784345206611214022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=784345206611214022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/784345206611214022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/784345206611214022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/appeal-results-are-out-my-appeal-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-7757778242971148877</id><published>2009-10-09T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T02:49:41.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cousins are youtube stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdjKYS83kdU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdjKYS83kdU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-7757778242971148877?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7757778242971148877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=7757778242971148877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/7757778242971148877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/7757778242971148877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-cousins-are-youtube-stars-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-6656196142358691600</id><published>2009-04-08T03:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T03:35:03.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! SMSB GOT A GOLD! OLEH OLEH OLEH OLEHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, we ran 2.4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i passed man, i PASSED! I PASSED I PASSED I PASSED I PASSED! 18.02! THANK YOU JIAJIA THANK YOU SAMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think i disagree when people say our class isn't bonded enough. i mean, think about today. i'm sure that without the support from each other, we (or i) wouldn't have passed 2.4, or ran as fast. From the screaming encouragements to the hand-pulling-and-sprinting towards the finish line (THANKS AGAIN), i think about all those comments about us not being bonded enough and somehow i disagree that we don't care enough for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think, we should continue to show this kind of unity every day! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-6656196142358691600?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6656196142358691600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=6656196142358691600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/6656196142358691600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/6656196142358691600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/woohooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-5968163471219679458</id><published>2009-04-03T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T04:34:42.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Start from scratch and keep scratching!"&lt;br /&gt;- Mr Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had band, and mr tay didn't come AGAIN. and we were supposed to have the audition, which as supposed to be last tuesday. So Charmaine, our wonderful "Secretary General" or something, conducted us first for warm-ups, then when we were sure mr tay wasn't coming, (not just late, as usual. he's worse than me okay) she just went through with us all our songs. So we spent the practice polishing our songs. Then at the end, Charmaine told us that she, janice and eunice were stepping down and like, no longer being our i/c s. we , or maybe i, didn't really realise that although we already voted for new people to take over the posts. So she was like encouraging us and everything, and said that really, she and janice and eunice were really really sad to step down. she then read out janice and eunice's note to us (which also made us go "AWWWWWWW!") i feel so happy to have such nice seniors! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also reminds me, tuesday will be the last practice for the 4e and 5n girls, and then our seniors would be leaving! :( and then wednesday would be the SYF day!&lt;br /&gt;i wish SMSB all the best and hope they get Gold with honours! :D WHOOOOO GO SMSB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-5968163471219679458?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5968163471219679458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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VIDEOS</title><content type='html'>Some of the videos we watched during music lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FEATHER THEME from forrest gump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcOt6mfjxeA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcOt6mfjxeA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANY DREAM WILL DO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aKHDpT26FGk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aKHDpT26FGk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOT EASY BEING GREEN kermit the frog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpiIWMWWVco&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpiIWMWWVco&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUNLOP VOLLEYS AD canon in d&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZTDR5pyr1mo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZTDR5pyr1mo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-2324741623900339123?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2324741623900339123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=2324741623900339123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/2324741623900339123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/2324741623900339123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/music-lesson-videos.html' title='MUSIC LESSON VIDEOS'/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-4934561417355321019</id><published>2009-02-22T03:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T03:34:36.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi. i have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this on joy's blog. she probably posted it really really long ago but i didn't see. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO GABBY-ELLA-ELLA-ELLA(eh, eh, eh)Thanks for all the laughter and Werewolfing, for being a great narrator, for that one time when i was the WW and NOBODY KNEW...Don't stop singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWW. thanks joy! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-4934561417355321019?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4934561417355321019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=4934561417355321019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/4934561417355321019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/4934561417355321019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-2282287708702720038</id><published>2009-01-06T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T04:24:34.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;so i say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for the music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the songs i'm singing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks for all the joy they're bringing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who could live without it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i ask in all honesty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what would life be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;without a song or a dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what are we&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for the music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for giving it to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it got stuck in my head then i sang it so much i stuck it into my brother, my sister, and my mum's heads too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-2282287708702720038?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2282287708702720038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=2282287708702720038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/2282287708702720038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/2282287708702720038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-say-thank-you-for-music-songs-im.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-2587666059121238785</id><published>2009-01-06T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T03:40:37.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray, i'm finally posting!&lt;br /&gt;okay, uhh. last saturday's cca fair was great! we got many sec 1s to sign up for band :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning we had games in school and it was wet and dirty! :S the first game we played was the chair game, the one where everyone stands in one line then must pass pass pass the chairs to the front until we reach the front. then when you reach the finish line, starting from the first person, we must pass two hula hoops "through our bodies" to the end. my group won! :D&lt;br /&gt;the second game was "captain sponge-ball". it's basically captain's ball, except there's no ball, but a sponge. at each chair there are two pails, one empty one filled with water and when you score a goal the captain squeezes out the water into the empty pail and gets more water from the full one, and the team who gets the most water at the end wins. so as you can imagine we got pretty wet. uhh, that one we lost by one point. ONE point.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot the exact order after that but i think it's something like this:&lt;br /&gt;there was a game where we had to balance a plastic bowl with water in it on our heads and walk to the end and pour the water into the container. we realised some people in our group have really flat heads. LOL. and i learned that i cannot balance, because once i took like, 2 steps, the whole bowl spilled onto me. D:&lt;br /&gt;then there was the game with the plate of flour with mentos and polos in it. (like the one played during second sunday!) we had to find the sweet and take it out without using our hands and everyone came back looking like santa clauses. ohh, i hated that game. i ate flour.&lt;br /&gt;then there was the game where we had to flip over the mat without anyone touching the floor. (like p5 camp!)&lt;br /&gt;then the wet socks game. it's like dodgeball, but again no balls, just socks. wet socks. if you get hit, you're out. if you catch the flying sock, one of your players can come into the game. we lost that one, and i felt the other team was a bit unfair but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;then there was the connecting game. we had to stand in a line, and we each get a card with a body part written on it. then we have to connect to each other. jenny, who was on my left, got "arm". i got "elbow". not so bad eh? then kristina, on my right, got toes. (TOES?? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CONNECT ELBOW AND TOES?) THEN, the girl on kristina's right got "ear". EAR! like, ear,connect to toes?? and then we were told we had to walk to the finish line like that. connected. so we did. (kristina was hopping all the way, because as jenny is quite tall, my elbow must be quite high, but my other elbow is supposed to connect to toes so anyway the position is really awkward.)and we broke the connection once, so we had to start over, but miraculously we survived it and were not the last. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;i think that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we have sec 2 camp. we are going to be eating combat rations on thursday for breakfast and lunch and maybe dinner, "depending on our performance". :S oh mannnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-2587666059121238785?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2587666059121238785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=2587666059121238785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/2587666059121238785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/2587666059121238785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-hooray-im-finally-posting-okay-uhh.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-5336198474956883990</id><published>2008-11-20T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:45:21.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>band camp's this monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the concert is next saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel ready for it at all. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. i found mehmeh the night of my last post. and the pink flower on her head dropped off! Does anyone know how to sew it back on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-5336198474956883990?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5336198474956883990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=5336198474956883990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/5336198474956883990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/5336198474956883990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/band-camps-this-monday-and-concert-is.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-6645495948726760520</id><published>2008-11-20T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:39:46.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>band camp's this monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH and the concert is next saturday!&lt;br /&gt;i feel very very unprepared. :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-6645495948726760520?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6645495948726760520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=6645495948726760520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/6645495948726760520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/6645495948726760520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/band-camps-this-monday-ahhh-and-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-8024794416307454085</id><published>2008-11-17T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:39:34.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i know what to post about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have news. big news. big bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret to inform everyone that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEHMEH IS MISSING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDDDDDDDD:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-8024794416307454085?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8024794416307454085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=8024794416307454085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/8024794416307454085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/8024794416307454085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-i-know-what-to-post-about-now.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-1159839336445463978</id><published>2008-10-23T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:06:02.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last day of sec 1 school year :) I LOVE 1E3'08!</title><content type='html'>Yay! Today we had band again, after the long longgggggg break. Whoo! But guess what, we're still junior band, and we'll be junior band till like, &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt; :( unless we can play well enough for syf next year. Aw man. Anyways, today band was supposed to start at 2, and mr lim came at like, 3? and he said he forgot! While waiting for him we did warm ups and the first recital songs, alone! :D and after he came, we got two songs to play for a concert with ijtp band. There are two horn parts, and two horn players in junior band. That means me and regine will be playing different stuff! ohhhhh noooo! :S but it's still fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we mostly had class time, everyone was either playing games or chatting. Yeah then after recess we had mass clean up. different groups of people went to different places in the school and ... cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;my group got to do gardening stuff like cutting dead leaves with scissors. kim and rachel yam went to the pond place, dana, nadiah, ET and nicole got the plants near the foyer and i forgot where the others went. me and kangying got the plants in this garden place that no one ever goes to. and we started snipping. we were like chatting while cutting, and i realise that what alot of people say of her are wrong. she's really nice. i hope this isn't offending anyone right now. anyway, after awhile, we realised that if we continued cutting we'd just kill the whole plant so we stopped cutting. then it started drizzling. :( and awhile later we had to go back to class. so we went back and we saw all the bags outside our class and the chairs and tables were stacked at the side of the class. the class was like, sparkling clean man. it even smelt nice. LOL. i've never seen the class so clean! :O so when the group in charge of cleaning the class was done. we went to play games in there. to enjoy the last hour of being sec1s. we played double wacko, then we played current, then we played truth or dare. LOL they made tamie go to the cleaner auntie and say "wo ai ni!" and other hilarious dares. then the bell rang and we hugged each other and went home. (except me i had band.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and nadiah and dana's group got sap all over them after cutting and they said it was SUPER itchy and in the end me and kangying went with them to the office and they got calamine lotion. so poor thing. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was our last day! and next year we'll be sec 2s.&lt;br /&gt;time flies so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-1159839336445463978?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1159839336445463978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=1159839336445463978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/1159839336445463978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/1159839336445463978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-day-of-sec-1-school-year-i-love.html' title='The last day of sec 1 school year :) I LOVE 1E3&apos;08!'/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-7748320988460728580</id><published>2008-09-26T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:43:24.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs.:D&lt;br /&gt;B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp;amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse.These people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by.:D&lt;br /&gt;i was tagged by nadiah berlyanna afrina&lt;br /&gt;i can't think of anyone to tag but if anyone wants to do it, sure.&lt;br /&gt;C) Continue this game by sending it to other people.:D&lt;br /&gt;01. What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;SUPPOSEDLY studying :D&lt;br /&gt;02. Do you ever turn you cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;umm. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;03. What happened at 10.00am today?&lt;br /&gt;let's see... i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;04. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure... probably in my sleep. or reading The Clay Marble.&lt;br /&gt;05. Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;br /&gt;uhh&lt;br /&gt;06. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;GOOD GRADES! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;07. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;umbrella! ella ella&lt;br /&gt;08. What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;my blanket&lt;br /&gt;09. What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;yellow pants. hahaha how stupid that sounds.&lt;br /&gt;10. What's the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;now? no.&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;hmm movie. uhh. in cinema was wall.e&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know...&lt;br /&gt;15. What does the oldest text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;STARHUB: yr caller display has been activated... etc etc etc. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;the man who can't be moved :D&lt;br /&gt;17.Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;wahh yes alot. anyone i know reading this can list at least one, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;18. What does your last received text message say?&lt;br /&gt;"Ok ha ha :)"&lt;br /&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;about 1.&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;i guess...&lt;br /&gt;21. Who gives you best advice?&lt;br /&gt;don't know.&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;23. Who did you talk on phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;umm. my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;24. Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;my bro WAS bugging me and he pinched me with his nails again! D:&lt;br /&gt;25. What/who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to remember that? maybe izzie during chinese class. oh no wait. few minutes a ago i laughed too.&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;br /&gt;dad&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;no :D&lt;br /&gt;29. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. different people annoy me differently.&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;umm... dunno&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;OH right. course not.&lt;br /&gt;32. What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;beige if you mean the walls&lt;br /&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollar?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying of :"talk is cheap"?&lt;br /&gt;uhh...&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the last person to lie in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;me!&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;i think jo :D&lt;br /&gt;37. Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;umm i don't know wo the last person i kissed was. maybe my sister. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;apparently so.&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever think someone died, when they really didnt die?&lt;br /&gt;D: um no.&lt;br /&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;what profile song?&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;br /&gt;oh i have no idea. i usually dream about alot of people at once and most of the time they don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;today. at least in the past half hour.or fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;i think i've grown taller. :D YAYYY&lt;br /&gt;44. What are you listening right now?&lt;br /&gt;people talking.&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you talking to someone when you doing this?&lt;br /&gt;no. i was msning though&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;open lah&lt;br /&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;no...&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you want someone you cannot have?&lt;br /&gt;not at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;yes FRENCH HORN! and piano.&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the worst idea you've had in week?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;51. What were you doing last night at 11.00pm?&lt;br /&gt;writing a literature essay.&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;br /&gt;um... don't think i have one.&lt;br /&gt;53. What song best describe your love life?&lt;br /&gt;refer to Q52.&lt;br /&gt;54. Does the person know that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;who?&lt;br /&gt;55. Who always make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;alot of people.&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you speak other language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;people say i laugh more than i speak. :D does that count as a language?&lt;br /&gt;57. Favourite website?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. facebook?&lt;br /&gt;58. What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;going to school :(&lt;br /&gt;60. What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;61. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;there's a choice?&lt;br /&gt;62. Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;school. home.&lt;br /&gt;63. What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;uhh i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;64. Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;alot of people,cause i'm sort of alone right now.&lt;br /&gt;65. If you have to choose between friend n lover, who will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;UHHH&lt;br /&gt;66. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;looking at the computer screen, reading and typing at the same time! i'm multitasking! LOL&lt;br /&gt;67. Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;MCS&lt;br /&gt;68. Name 3 colours that you like?&lt;br /&gt;PURPLE! green and orange maybe.&lt;br /&gt;69. What emotion you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;happy one i guess&lt;br /&gt;71. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;72. Who did you last chat in msn today?&lt;br /&gt;marcus&lt;br /&gt;73. Who do you admire most?&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;74. Which month are you born in?april!&lt;br /&gt;75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;alone. pretty neutral.&lt;br /&gt;76. What is the time now?10.26pm&lt;br /&gt;77. what kind of person do u think the one who tagged u is?&lt;br /&gt;great friend :)&lt;br /&gt;78.What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;br /&gt;never dyed my hair. i never plan to either. :/&lt;br /&gt;79. Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;nadiah told me to.&lt;br /&gt;80. What do you do when you're moody?&lt;br /&gt;i think my face will look like this :(&lt;br /&gt;81. At which age you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;don't know.&lt;br /&gt;82. Who is more important to you?&lt;br /&gt;than?&lt;br /&gt;83. If today is the last day of your life, what will YOU DO?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;84. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;my parents i think.&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;yeah i think. there'll always be a bright side. :D&lt;br /&gt;86. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;87. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;get good grades for EOYS&lt;br /&gt;88.Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;umm...&lt;br /&gt;89. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;when i feel loved and surrounded by close people.&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you really think its Global Warming now?yeah&lt;br /&gt;91. What feeling you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;feeling warm and cold at the same time. UGHH.&lt;br /&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;i hope so&lt;br /&gt;93. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;94. Who cares for you most?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;GOD :D&lt;br /&gt;96. What will you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;huh? bring what?&lt;br /&gt;97. What have you done regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;lots of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;98. What would you feel if no one no longer cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;really really sad.&lt;br /&gt;99. What if your stead two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;i be sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;100.HOW DO U FEEL NOW?&lt;br /&gt;... i think my eyes are hurting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-7748320988460728580?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7748320988460728580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=7748320988460728580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/7748320988460728580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/7748320988460728580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/people-who-have-been-tagged-must-write.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-3298670279538573056</id><published>2008-09-18T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:08:56.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJ9fLtB3Yg0/SNJuDGPuuMI/AAAAAAAAABM/WKDKNdrpzvY/s1600-h/DSC09369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247377515335301314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJ9fLtB3Yg0/SNJuDGPuuMI/AAAAAAAAABM/WKDKNdrpzvY/s320/DSC09369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;three oskar girls (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJ9fLtB3Yg0/SNJtHXPP1lI/AAAAAAAAABE/wKlPt5hFd1U/s1600-h/DSC09365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247376489104528978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJ9fLtB3Yg0/SNJtHXPP1lI/AAAAAAAAABE/wKlPt5hFd1U/s320/DSC09365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and an oreo ice cream cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJ9fLtB3Yg0/SNJuzUQF_MI/AAAAAAAAABU/ecsosmSGNBE/s1600-h/DSC09400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247378343728643266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJ9fLtB3Yg0/SNJuzUQF_MI/AAAAAAAAABU/ecsosmSGNBE/s320/DSC09400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;expensive Yakult vending machine! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-3298670279538573056?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3298670279538573056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=3298670279538573056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/3298670279538573056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/3298670279538573056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/three-oskar-girls-and-oreo-ice-cream.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJ9fLtB3Yg0/SNJuDGPuuMI/AAAAAAAAABM/WKDKNdrpzvY/s72-c/DSC09369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-6452261768822634238</id><published>2008-09-11T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T07:12:21.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah great! another whole afternoon slept away! oh mannn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad cca's suspended. ): i miss my horn~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-6452261768822634238?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6452261768822634238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=6452261768822634238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/6452261768822634238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/6452261768822634238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/ah-great-another-whole-afternoon-slept.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-7021996552525934923</id><published>2008-09-02T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:12:27.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is my sister's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NATANIA! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-7021996552525934923?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7021996552525934923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=7021996552525934923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/7021996552525934923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/7021996552525934923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-is-my-sisters-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-5282952317641376912</id><published>2008-08-12T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T03:28:54.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i saw gladys on 410! oooh. hahaha. i felt like sleeping through the whole day of school man. to put in a teacher's words, "tuesday ah? sian? i also sian." and continues the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday nathan wore the hotdog shirt AGAIN! :O LOLOLOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;and i actually almost wore the ice cream one. D:&lt;br /&gt;ice cream is so much cooler. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-5282952317641376912?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5282952317641376912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=5282952317641376912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/5282952317641376912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/5282952317641376912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-today-i-saw-gladys-on-410-oooh.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-2010042809336381430</id><published>2008-08-06T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:25:21.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had D&amp;amp;T! LOL my favourite subject man. i seem to love doing D&amp;amp;T stuff. even though wood dust gets into my eyes. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is a really short and random post but oh well, at least you people can't say it's dead. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gabriella-ella-ella loves horn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-2010042809336381430?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2010042809336381430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=2010042809336381430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/2010042809336381430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/2010042809336381430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-today-we-had-d-lol-my-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-6092839910605928582</id><published>2008-07-30T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:05:29.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but it's okay, i still love my name.</title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's been a long time since i posted, sorry. (:&lt;br /&gt;well i'm so happy today ___ ____ didn't come. OH YES. everyone in class was happy too. Last sunday played captain's ball again! weehee. You know what would be a perfect rule for captain's ball, though? 3 points should be given every time players under 160cm score. hey, it makes sense too.&lt;br /&gt;this morning when ms pang saw me when she was taking our attendance she was like, "oh good, you're early today. where's your bag?" because i usually arrive like on the verge of being late, and i just sit down with my bag and all. then i was like, "at home. i forgot to bring it to school today" but i think she didn't hear me. LOL. then she laughed to herself like she always does (she's seriously, extremely LOL-ish lah.) then she said that she heard a joke about my name on the radio this morning and she found it really funny and that she would tell the class during maths period and she walked off. and i was like o.O&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so in the end if you haven't guessed it's all Rihanna's fault. and the whole day (more than usual) everyone was like, "hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GABRIELLA, ELLA, ELLA. "&lt;br /&gt;(eh, eh, eh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-6092839910605928582?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6092839910605928582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=6092839910605928582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/6092839910605928582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/6092839910605928582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-i-know-its-been-long-time-since-i.html' title='but it&apos;s okay, i still love my name.'/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-819224488504235925</id><published>2008-07-15T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T07:21:04.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. nothing much to report?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i got my hair cut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-819224488504235925?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/819224488504235925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=819224488504235925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/819224488504235925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/819224488504235925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-7921502240000176319</id><published>2008-06-29T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T05:02:25.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i'll do this just to please nadiah. if you ask me i don't think much of doing it. anyway i won't tag people to do it. but if you want you can. i'm just not forcing people to. unlike SOMEONE. XD&lt;br /&gt;sigh. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question they dislike and must write a new question formulated by themselves&lt;br /&gt;B)Tag 8 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person that they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to oher people. Tagged by: Nadiah Berlyanna Afrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1)if your lover betrayed you what would your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. never happened before. i'd be really sad, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Q2)if you can have a dream to come true what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;none, actually. i have WEIRD dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Q3)what would your dream wedding be like?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think THAT far.&lt;br /&gt;Q4)are you confused with what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;no. but God will make a way :D&lt;br /&gt;Q5)which is more blessed,loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;both?&lt;br /&gt;Q6)how long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;Q7)if that someone you secretly like is already attached,what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;see Q1.&lt;br /&gt;Q8)is there anything you've been unhappy about these days?&lt;br /&gt;of course. for example, homework?&lt;br /&gt;Q9)is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;OH YES, WHOOOOHOOOO. *mock enthusiasm*&lt;br /&gt;Q10)how do you see yourself in 10years time?&lt;br /&gt;don't know. i see myself as some 23 year-old lady.&lt;br /&gt;Q11)who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i wouldn't know. i shouldn't be the one to answer this.&lt;br /&gt;Q12)what kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;she's ... umm... *whisper* boy-crazy. :s no offence, nadiah.&lt;br /&gt;Q13)would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Q14)what is the first thing you do every morning?&lt;br /&gt;turn off my alarm clock and go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Q15)would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Q16)if you fall in love with 2 people simultaneously,who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;don't know&lt;br /&gt;Q17)what type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;those who are willing to listen to me rant about my troubles and be high with me(:&lt;br /&gt;Q18)if you were given the chance to turn back time,will you?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;Q19)what is the last thing you'd do before you die?&lt;br /&gt;breathe my last breath&lt;br /&gt;Q20)what would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;buy something&lt;br /&gt;Q21)what is your ideal lover?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;Q22)what is the worst you've felt these days?&lt;br /&gt;not too bad, not to bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-7921502240000176319?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7921502240000176319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=7921502240000176319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/7921502240000176319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/7921502240000176319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-ill-do-this-just-to-please-nadiah.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-5691646186127997442</id><published>2008-06-29T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T04:08:55.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i have a sunburnt face!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. girls winn! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-5691646186127997442?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5691646186127997442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=5691646186127997442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/5691646186127997442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/5691646186127997442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-sunburnt-face-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-7871155744132758479</id><published>2008-06-25T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:30:59.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today we went to the botanical gardens for our learning journey.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't a particularly interesting place, i guess. we were supposed to make an amazing race. the bright side is that we get to go to school a bit later today. yay!&lt;br /&gt;so, anyway. we walked there, while the rest of the students except another class took a bus to their own places, because the botanical gardens is quite close to our school. when we got there we split into our groups. and we began walking. i think we were abit lost at the beginning with all those trees and ponds. then after awhile it started to drizzle so we took out our umbrellas and found shelter. then it started raining REALLY hard. and then jin hui started doing some LOL dance with her umbrella. like, spin, spin, spin, turn turn, spin spin. yeah and after we finished doing the stations and getting all the mosquito bites we went to mcdonald's! ms ho was leading us and she said that the first one to reach mac's gets free fries. so obviously everyone, except me and clarice, starts running running running. everyone loves fries. but my name is &lt;strong&gt;slow motion&lt;/strong&gt;. and then ms ho says the people who run can't have the fries, (the road is very very wet with rain.) but everyone's so far ahead no one hears what she's saying. and me and clarice are just walking like 5m behind the rest of the group.&lt;br /&gt;and we reach macdonalds! inthe end ms ho treats us to three large fries and piles them on the tray. IT FILLED THE WHOLE TRAY. :O the others said they didn't want to see fries again after we finished. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-7871155744132758479?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7871155744132758479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=7871155744132758479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/7871155744132758479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/7871155744132758479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-we-went-to-botanical-gardens-for.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-4709775790002376013</id><published>2008-05-08T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T04:11:15.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday we had 2.4 retests for PE and 1E3 now has 100% passes! yeah, way ta go! LOL. and i think after the retest i now am officially the slowest runner in class. OH WELLL. :/ haha. and to the pacers, great teamwork, guys! see, all you need is friends to pass napfa! :D and dana wanted to run (though she was still on MC after that horrible fit) so she ran one round which is obviously NOT 2.4km. and after she started running me and clarice were like, "oh no, what if she faints on the way? :o" so we ran after her. and after running after her for awhile, we were getting tired ad clarice said "aiya, nevermind, got so many people in front." so we turned and ran the other way. we saw denise standing at the side with a stopwatch in her hand and we asked her what our time was. she said 11 something. then me and clarice were like, "HIGH FIVE!" 8D yeah, and we did. and we waited for dana to finish the round. XD&lt;br /&gt;and soon the restest-ers were on their last round and jin hui was running as a pacer i think. and she stopped before the finish line and dana was singing that song that you sing when everything's slow motion. CHARIOTS OF FIRE. XD so basically everyone passed.&lt;br /&gt;and after that was drama at the PAS, the spotlighted room that smells like ikea. whee. the outcome was really nice, great job! thank you ms suzanne! and dana and kim made a card for her.&lt;br /&gt;that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-4709775790002376013?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4709775790002376013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=4709775790002376013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/4709775790002376013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/4709775790002376013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-d-on-tuesday-we-had-2.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-4477474869375947515</id><published>2008-05-04T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T03:45:51.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is sunday! my favourite day! wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so this morning me and janice were ushering again! hooray us! :D&lt;br /&gt;so i was a little late and about 3/4 of the youth were already there. oops, sorry janice, i know i was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; early. and jojo was playing guitar again. today the ushers were supposed to give the birthday people their presents and cards. the presents were these socks filled with sweets. :D *oooooh, ahhhhh* and there was this advertisement about church camp 08 *cheers* it was... funny. looked more like some trailer for one of those tv show series to me. XD it was something about who killed amos. LOL. at the end when the video said "church camp 08" everyone was like, "uhhhhh....." -_- hmm. so after church we went to dhoby ghaut exchange (hope i spelt it right) with the Kams for lunch, because it was the nearest and it was soooo hot. D: WE WANTED AIR CON. and soon, along came janice, and my cute roomate wanted to eat with us. so in the end janice ate with us and the rest of her family ate somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. gtg. bye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-4477474869375947515?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4477474869375947515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=4477474869375947515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/4477474869375947515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/4477474869375947515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-d-today-is-sunday-my-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-4520972252096454182</id><published>2008-04-28T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T04:15:00.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJ9fLtB3Yg0/SBXrkMBFdxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/G6qlvec98v0/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194316752175331090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJ9fLtB3Yg0/SBXrkMBFdxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/G6qlvec98v0/s320/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i stepped into class and the first thing i saw on my table were these two boxes, one white and one highly decorated with cute pictures standing together and a teddy bear sitting at the side, with a sign saying "FOR GABBY! :DDD" in Dana's unmistakable handwriting (and purple and pink highlighter) next to it. i was like 8D two days after my birthday and i'm still getting presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel highly LOVEDD. thank you, buddies. ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the post's not over! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE! &lt;em&gt;you know who you are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to all the people who wished me happy birthday. (i'm happy, FYI.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to the people who &lt;strong&gt;remembered&lt;/strong&gt; my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to all the people who celebrated my birthday. (and fed me chocolate cake, i now am three years older, cake-ly speaking)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; especially to those who gave me presents! (and cards too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, what should i name the sheep? suggestions, anyone? paula is calling her MEH MEHH. LOL. belinda and jovin support that. XD and i wonder why everyone says she looks like me, even my mother. XDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HERE SHE IS, AT THE TOP OF THE PAGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as isabelle has reminded me this morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am officially thirteen. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-4520972252096454182?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4520972252096454182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=4520972252096454182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/4520972252096454182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/4520972252096454182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-thank-you-everyone-you-know-who.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJ9fLtB3Yg0/SBXrkMBFdxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/G6qlvec98v0/s72-c/DSC00094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-5534907875107937199</id><published>2008-04-26T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T06:06:03.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>look! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AR4PQ30VkBk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AR4PQ30VkBk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-5534907875107937199?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5534907875107937199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=5534907875107937199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/5534907875107937199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/5534907875107937199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/look-d.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-8308705869100676848</id><published>2008-04-22T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T04:56:45.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had napfa.&lt;br /&gt;umm, first was shuttle run. it was okay, got 11 44. jovin or someone told me i got B. then i checked, turns out i got A. haha, even better. :D&lt;br /&gt;then there was sit and reach. DUM DUM DUM DUMMMMM. and surprisingly i got 37. i think i got B for that.&lt;br /&gt;then there was situps, the most fun of them all :D but not so fun the next few days because that nagging pain keeps you from going high. i got 30. which was A.&lt;br /&gt;then there was standing broad jump, i got 15-something. both tries the same lor. don't know why today jump so low. :/&lt;br /&gt;then there was inclined pull ups. i did 13, then time's up. nooooo~&lt;br /&gt;and the worst is 2.4, which i got E. but i'm still glad i &lt;strong&gt;passed&lt;/strong&gt; that one okay. whew.&lt;br /&gt;and so for the rest of the day we were brain dead. and ms mary is the evilest teacher i have ever met. i'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and we had debate with 1e4 for english encounter. the motion was&lt;em&gt; "THB television is a bad influence on youths".&lt;/em&gt; i hope we won. jinhui was abit nervous through the whole thing, but they all did a really good job. yay 1e3! and 1e4 sort of improvised because it turned out they said a teacher told them to prepare for the prop instead of op, which was what they were supposed to be doing. still, they did a good job too.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i realised mr goh always uses this marker that shows it's green on the outside but then he starts to write blue words. &lt;em&gt;interesting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CT7x3VnrqbA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CT7x3VnrqbA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;four more days!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-8308705869100676848?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8308705869100676848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=8308705869100676848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/8308705869100676848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/8308705869100676848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-today-we-had-napfa.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-1172241632770227732</id><published>2008-04-18T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:04:14.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahaha. i have confirmed a theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a baby - approximately two years and below - offers to give you something, don't go all happy and think, "oh, what a kind baby!" because their probably going to take it back about two seconds later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;if Nadiah continues to say "TRABRIELLA!" and "GOY!"&lt;br /&gt;i shall continue to say "GLADIAH!" and "NENN!"&lt;br /&gt;we went high repeating that today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-1172241632770227732?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1172241632770227732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=1172241632770227732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/1172241632770227732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/1172241632770227732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/ahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-5343276625652069758</id><published>2008-04-14T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:28:24.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, tomorrow is my 2.4 run. oh no oh no oh no.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i don't fail. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If Lydia would stop saying "TROY!" every time she heard my name... -_-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-5343276625652069758?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5343276625652069758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=5343276625652069758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/5343276625652069758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/5343276625652069758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-i-think-tomorrow-is-my-2.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-5361586733616828688</id><published>2008-04-11T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:51:39.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed my skin! i really like the colour.&lt;br /&gt;it's saturday again, and here i am doing e learning. actually i &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; doing e-learning. i finished.&lt;br /&gt;i miss 6B. well, at least i still meet a part of 6b. like nadiah. :D yesterday clarice randomly turned around and said, "It's six more weeks to the june holidays." i asked, "Really?" and she nodded her head with that matter-of-fact look. Hmm, i haven't proven that to myself yet. And yesterday we celebrated international friendship day. YAY COOKE!~ and i thought it was faith's birthday because i remember that IFD is her birthday. but it wasn't. turned out nadiah said yesterday was aqilah's birthday instead. and she told me the date. i am a &lt;strong&gt;blur queen&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;after the celebrations we had recess and then somehow got 1 hour of free period. i think it was our actual recess but we already had recess with the rest of the school. so after that was math common test, which went quite well. after CT was assembly. all the prefects and class comm were not there because they went for that prefect's commendation thing. and some people came and did a play about &lt;strong&gt;MEDIATION.&lt;/strong&gt; when we went into the hall i heard someone shout, "meditation!" and we were like XD. the play was really funny, especially the slow mo part (to those who watched). and assembly ended like, 15 minutes early. and when mr Anthony asked if he should let us go home, we were all like, "YESSS!" so we got let off early. and then i went home then had piano and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't believe michael johns got sent home. he's a good singer. ): someone else should have been kicked out of american idol. ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-5361586733616828688?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5361586733616828688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=5361586733616828688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/5361586733616828688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/5361586733616828688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-3327628386988799595</id><published>2008-04-05T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:47:16.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's saturday! the beginning of my favourte days of the week. hooray.&lt;br /&gt;and it's also Jonas' one month. i don't think it's exactly today, but we're celebrating today, so i guess that counts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to see how hard playing the french horn is. or any brass instrument. In band. It's stressful sometimes, 'specially when the teacher's not in a very agreable mood. And it doesn't help either, that sometimes everyone just wants to go home and sleep, because it's so late already, and most've the school's gone home. And then sometimes, it starts raining real heavily, which happens really really often this time of the year, and the air con gets colder yet. oh, by the way, brass is metal, and metal is good conductor of heat (and cold, in my words) so it's bad for people like me who always forget to bring their jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough rambling for a day. :) it's time to go for MYC.&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, i'd like to name trademarks of some 1e3 people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula's new fave word is "YOOHOO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana always does this weird laugh like, "A-HAHA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-3327628386988799595?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3327628386988799595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=3327628386988799595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/3327628386988799595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/3327628386988799595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-its-saturday-beginning-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-9184354399087094715</id><published>2008-03-26T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T04:11:50.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh. Dana still isn't back. sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;but she says she'll be back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si han test was bad. i just can't seem to make a letter 4 pages, like some people can. hmmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-9184354399087094715?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9184354399087094715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=9184354399087094715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/9184354399087094715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/9184354399087094715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-6014932421679732685</id><published>2008-03-24T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T03:24:20.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all,&lt;br /&gt;happy belated easter, everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Dana had a fit in the middle of assembly. while we were all standing in the hall. i didn't really see it happen because everyone was standing, or hear it, actually,(i'm quite unobservant at that time of the day, you know) but the people standing around her told me she just suddenly fell backwards and her eyes rolled back and that she started shaking on the floor. Poor Dana. And after everyone sat down she just lay there for about 5 minutes. And then she woke up and hugged her knees and put her head on her hands. I fainted in school too a few days ago and it was really scary. I just found myself lying on the floor and not knowing how i got there till Charmaine my senior told me i fainted. :/ IT WASN'T FUN. and everyone stared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all had to leave for class without Dana. Then 1st period was science and Ms Pang came to get Dana's stuff, her mother was picking her up. So it was really quiet without happy Dana beside me today. Sigh. So that was my day. and i think there is some kind of disease that makes people faint all of a sudden with no apparent reason, if there's such a thing. i'm serious. i've seen alot these past few days. :/ sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;monday blues.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-6014932421679732685?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6014932421679732685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=6014932421679732685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/6014932421679732685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/6014932421679732685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-first-of-all-happy-belated-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-2480378161537736754</id><published>2008-03-06T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T06:46:59.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is sports day. WAS sports day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then it rained so no one could run today. So we just cheered. For fun i guess. And we got released at 9.30 instead of 11.30. So practically the whole school went off to j8, to eat and who knows what else. So me, nadiah, rachel, jin hui, dana, joy, ET, and natalie went to eat there too. Yeah so after lunch we took bus 54 to ET's. And all the other buses were coming except 54. Like, 53, 55, 58, but no 54. When 54 finally came ET became drunk again, so happy that it finally arrived. And then at some bus stop nadiah pointed that a girl at the bus stop was her friend and we all went to the window to look going, "so cute!" because the little girl did look cute. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got off the bus and walked abit to ET's and her house is BIG man. We were all like "wahhhhhhh." And we went to play her XBOX. There was this game, like a kind of adventure game where you collect things along the way and dana was playing. So there was a box thing in front of her character so we told her "kick, dana!" and then the character started crawling around the box instead and we all started laughing. Then after awhile they change game to some racing game and rachel kept winning dana. Then me and dana playd DOA3. Yay, it's been a long time since i last played. :D dana kept winning though. :/ oh we watched the nice nice story at the beginning first. i always liked that movie story. and jin hui said she was really tired so she was hugging ET's bolster like a little girl and natalie and joy kept trying to take her picture. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To after awhile we decided to go to my house and we said bye bye to ET and left her house. And then we walked to the bus stop again. Nadiah and the rest were like leading the way and me and jin hui and rachel were walking slowly behind. AND IT WAS DRIZZLING. grumble. then i saw one side of a flip flop on the grass beside the path and i said "ooh look, a slipper." And jin hui stopped and she said "Mas Selamat's slipper." But of course it wasn't like the one in the newspapers and we laughed. We walk walk walk somemore and then there were SOCKS on the grass. And again jin hui said "Mas Selamat's socks." and we laghed again. Was he even wearing socks? huh. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we reached the bus stop and then 410 came and we got on. then when the bus started to move suddenly rachel said "*gasp* my shoes!" and we looked back and we realiseed she left the shoes at the bus stop. so they went back and at the end nadiah and everyone had to go back already so at the end no one went to my house. LOL. Then they crossed the road to get a taxi and they shouted across the road "WE LOVE YOU GABBYYYYYY!" like, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end dana an jin hui and joy and natalie took the bus instead. then at the back of the bus i saw that cute little girl who is nadiah's friend. and i smsed dana if i was right. she said "OH YARHH!" okay, so tomorrow it's back to school. oh yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-2480378161537736754?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2480378161537736754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=2480378161537736754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/2480378161537736754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/2480378161537736754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-is-sports-day.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-7336288374571418707</id><published>2008-02-26T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T04:29:22.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no clarissa, my blog is not dead. i just haven't been able to post lately.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. nothing much to say. just that its interesting how it can brighten up your boring day when you meet someone you haven't met in awile. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-7336288374571418707?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7336288374571418707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=7336288374571418707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/7336288374571418707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/7336288374571418707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-2810945923881571752</id><published>2008-02-18T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T06:08:36.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>please watch this video, everyone! :) listen to the words, and remember how much God loves us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JJ6dYDRMRm4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JJ6dYDRMRm4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-2810945923881571752?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2810945923881571752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=2810945923881571752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/2810945923881571752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/2810945923881571752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/please-watch-this-video-everyone-and.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-4640803320644668047</id><published>2008-01-25T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T05:33:02.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today something &lt;strong&gt;AMAZINGLY INTERESTING&lt;/strong&gt; happened today.&lt;br /&gt;but first, the boring part. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school started as usual, and like always, i was on the verge of being late. :D so anyway. we had devotion and then flag raising, etc. then announcements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;teacher&lt;/u&gt;: "yesterday at &lt;em&gt;*some event i can't exactly remember*&lt;/em&gt; our girls won 69-0."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;everyone&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;em&gt;*silence as usual.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;prefect&lt;/u&gt;: "today for assembly we're going to be having chapel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;everyone&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;em&gt;*silence again.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;prefect&lt;/u&gt;: and mrs tan would like to speak to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*mrs tan goes up there.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;mrs tan&lt;/u&gt;: the water pipe that burst &lt;em&gt;*there's some pipe that burst somewhere down under our school, causing water to be limited these few days D:*&lt;/em&gt; is more serious than expected. and it will need a whole day to repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;everyone&lt;/u&gt;: ... and?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;mrs tan&lt;/u&gt;: so, due to hygiene reasons, everyone will be dismissed early today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;everyone&lt;/u&gt;: huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;mrs tan&lt;/u&gt;: everyone will be dismissed at 8.30 today. all teachers please meet in the learning lab now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;everyone&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;em&gt;*realising what that means* (o.0 + :o) WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!~ * then turns to a friend and starts talking and laughing and cheering.&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you imagine the kallang wave, the reaction on everybody's faces. like, 8D. even the prefects start laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then mrs tan wasn't finished with the announcements. and she announced other uneventful things, but i bet no one was listening to her, cause the noise was definitely louder than before. and i don't blame them all. imagine,you just got to school and then your principal announces that there's no school for the rest of the day. &lt;u&gt;PLUS&lt;/u&gt;, no cca. except the poor badminton girls, who had a competition up today. oh well, not the whole school rejoices. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we slowly went back to class. after we got there, panting and all again, cause they put the sec 1 classes on the 4th floor, we needed to call our parents to tell them about the water pipe and the "evacuation" of the school and let pur form teacher speak to them. after that was done, we were just chatting in class, so excited about the interesting events. and nadiah asked if i wanted to go to j8. i decided not to. we sat there and waited for the announcement that we could go home. and then it came, with interesting results. after each name of a class, there'd be a &lt;strong&gt;EXTREMELY LOUD &lt;/strong&gt;cheer. and guess what, it got louder with each class. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's like someone at my school once said, no one can cheer the way smss does. I TOTALLY AGREE. :D&lt;br /&gt;i went to the bus stop, and i promise you, you've never seen so many polka dots at a bus stop before. and after 6 extremely full buses had gone, about 1/4 of people were still there, and 165 had come! oh yay. sat with valerie in the bus. and after that i reached home, lazed around abit, then went to pick my sis up from school. to cut a long story short, i came home and here i am. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and yesterday, i went for the second round of band auditions, and it was like psle oral all over again. the teacher interviews you and asks you really hard questions, and you know your getting into the cca is relying on this too. and i think i answered without exactly knowing what i was saying. OH NO. oh well, just have to hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what would you say, if i took those words away?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what would you do, if my heart was torn in two?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; }&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-4640803320644668047?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4640803320644668047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=4640803320644668047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/4640803320644668047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/4640803320644668047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-today-something-amazingly.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-5000217378375715281</id><published>2008-01-18T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T03:12:52.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been too lazy to blog. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm in st margs now. yes, the polka dot one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd to 4th day of school we had sec 1 camp.the seniors are really nice, for a start. THANK YOU FACILS! especially charmaine! hahaha.  we slept over in school. in the hall. and for a change, the hall had air con! yay! and in the morning, i woke up with half a blocked nose and nadiah, who was next to me, was literally shivering. well, i'd rather be cold than hot. and for once, that day i was so early for assembly. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and i'm in 1e3. and our form teacher's ms pang. she's real nice. and she makes me laugh with her forgetfulness once in a while. hahaha. and our teachers are sometimes weird, not including ms pang. i won't elaborate. english lessons are like drama lessons, i realise, always has something to do with drama and acting and stuff. and lately, samsui women too. no idea why. :/&lt;br /&gt; and math has calculators! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, gotta go now. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-5000217378375715281?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5000217378375715281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=5000217378375715281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/5000217378375715281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/5000217378375715281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-been-too-lazy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-8854010558491345503</id><published>2007-12-11T03:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T03:24:41.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry i havent blogged in a really, really long time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love synod youth camp 07! it was so fun, yay. and i got to know more about alot of people!&lt;br /&gt;so....can't remember most of the stuff that happened in detail... but i remember, THAT WEREWOLF rox! yep, yep, yep. woohoo. though i kept on getting cupid, who does pretty much nothing. except curse other people to die together with someno else. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the auction we had on the last day was super funny. our group got the worst prize, i tell you. DISPOSABLE UNDERWEAR. XD so funny, but so unfortunate. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flying on to japan on the 17th. so i'll have a very white christmas this year! yay. never seen snow.... except those in snow city. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go! seeya. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-8854010558491345503?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8854010558491345503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=8854010558491345503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/8854010558491345503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/8854010558491345503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/sorry-i-havent-blogged-in-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-936285713159503157</id><published>2007-10-26T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T01:43:58.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today, we had dancing again with miss kate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was tiring...as usual. well, i think miss kate's a great dancer and a good teacher too. but i dont think we're too good in hip hop. or maybe it's just me...haha. i like her dress sense though :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we did quite well today though, improved ALOT from yesterday when we just started. miss kate said so too :D well, i hope we get it right soon cos the next lesson's on Tue :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OH NO! injection's on the 6th! ackk....HATE injections,duh who doesn't, but people say it's PAINFUL. but that's probably why people hate it, right? ah wells, we'll still have to do it in the end,or we'll get some nasty disease. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442177932855632415-936285713159503157?l=thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/936285713159503157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4442177932855632415&amp;postID=936285713159503157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/936285713159503157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442177932855632415/posts/default/936285713159503157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgabbygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442177932855632415.post-1730802750979425693</id><published>2007-10-10T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T08:11:45.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey!&lt;br /&gt;my first post on this blog... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH!!! &lt;em&gt;THE&lt;/em&gt; PSLE is over!&lt;br /&gt;did nothin much in school today....chatted the whole day... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. sorry,u guys have to bear with this ugly skin while i get a new one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...and here's sumthin to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ROOM&lt;br /&gt;17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote.." It also was the last. Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teary Valley High School. Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them- notes from classmates and teachers, his homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life.. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven. "It makes such an impact that people want to share it. You feel like you are there." Mr. Moore said. Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted. The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian's Essay: The Room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall o files, the first to catch my attention was one that read " Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named " Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed At." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents ." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature. When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came to a file marked " Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me. Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. 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