<?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-38056895</id><updated>2011-08-02T09:08:08.606+08:00</updated><category term='retarded tots'/><category term='EOY craze. =/'/><category term='scary monsters shouldnt bitch around'/><category term='CAMPTEEN'/><title type='text'>HAZEL rock :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>380</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-6686296181215035008</id><published>2009-12-27T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:34:02.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little lesson learnt</title><content type='html'>Hello all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a bastard if i don't blog about the ever so super CEP'09. okay perhaps bitch. but bastard helps me make my stand. GAHHHH. stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha~ anyway, so camp was well. I can't really remember anything. It's like everything just came and go so fast, it flew off even before i could reach out. And now. i'll have to wait for another year for it to happen again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall not elaborate on the long old grandmother camp happenings. but rather, i would prefer to share my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if you're a camper/ organiser and you happen to see this, then obviously you'll know what i'm talking about. However, if you're some lousy person who DID NOT attend the camp, HAH. slap yourself in the face. too bad. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. so I remember every night we would sleep after 2am and wake up before 10am. Without sleep, Hazel would naturally become a walking grouchy zombie but because I know i have commitments and expectations to fulfill, I have to be that happy person im expected to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so behind closed doors, while i wash up, i would slouch and whine in sorrow. However, once i pushed open the kitchen doors, it was all smiles and cheerful. I make it a habit to smile brightly and greet my campers. Its feels kinda sour to me cos I was seriously feeling so dead, but well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, Im rushing off. guess my post isnt sooo touching or what-so-ever. i cant process my thoughts. everything went too quickly. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OOMPAH LOOMPAH FTW~~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-6686296181215035008?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/6686296181215035008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=6686296181215035008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6686296181215035008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6686296181215035008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-lesson-learnt.html' title='A little lesson learnt'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-4191199691334088810</id><published>2009-12-15T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:32:36.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Departure?</title><content type='html'>bahh. my blog is plain dead and sad. so guess perhaps its time to close it and say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, what's the point. I see no point in blogging and sadly tags are saddening too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i dont fancy tags like 'hello' and 'love you' etc etc. i mean i appreciate them but gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM &amp;amp;^&amp;amp;#q-INGLY SICK! =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-4191199691334088810?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/4191199691334088810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=4191199691334088810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4191199691334088810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4191199691334088810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/12/departure.html' title='Departure?'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-6756643826702651408</id><published>2009-12-07T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T02:52:01.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>Tags on facebook is plain annoying and well, annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only fun if you know everybody whose tagged ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and it's plain annoying when you're trying to checkout your friends picture cos they apparently have 700 pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However sadly, 350 of them are TAGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL okay, im exaggerating. PLAIN ANNOYING LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what's worst? those&lt;br /&gt;'Jane's pretty. Ken's handsome, Elle's cunning etc etc . you know what I'm talking about right? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i though it wasnt nice to label your friends. grr. dumb .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i think i sounded so bimbotic. BLAH. who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladidadida. GOODNIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-6756643826702651408?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/6756643826702651408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=6756643826702651408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6756643826702651408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6756643826702651408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/12/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-6779674876705955752</id><published>2009-12-05T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:20:13.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAH!</title><content type='html'>I love to look at blogs with lotsa pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you do too right? but somehow, im just too lazy to upload it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO BOTHERSOME!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, im lazy to even take pictures! oh yessss. that's how colourrrrful my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GAHHH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!#&amp;amp;^!@^*#%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!#&amp;amp;^!@^*#%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's pathetic T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i feel feverish. okay, no fever. my head feels heavy, its seems like it is attracted to the ground. i feel like my bones are shattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GAHHH. I GEDDIT. I'M NOT FEELING MYSELF TODAY! 0.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, let's wish our beloved cherryish cheryl wong a safe trip to shanghai! I HOPE YOU FIND DAI YANG TIAN'S TERRACE HOUSE! ;D lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anddd&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CELESTINEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(lime green! teehee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-6779674876705955752?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/6779674876705955752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=6779674876705955752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6779674876705955752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6779674876705955752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/12/bah.html' title='BAH!'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-188927985667454733</id><published>2009-11-28T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:30:00.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SxExWe66E6I/AAAAAAAABaM/5AeF89yr1-o/s1600/gerald+butler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409158889775698850" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SxExWe66E6I/AAAAAAAABaM/5AeF89yr1-o/s200/gerald+butler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm! yummy-licious, charming &lt;i&gt;mature&lt;/i&gt; Irish cassanova hunk, Gerald Butler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;YUMMY! *smacks lip*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-188927985667454733?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/188927985667454733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=188927985667454733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/188927985667454733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/188927985667454733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/11/mmmmm-yummy-licious-charming-mature.html' title=''/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SxExWe66E6I/AAAAAAAABaM/5AeF89yr1-o/s72-c/gerald+butler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-4398712027783256107</id><published>2009-11-28T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:38:53.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE NOTHING TO DO</title><content type='html'>oh goodness! where's everybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like everybody's out except me. -.-&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;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'M BORED TO THE BONES!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my poopoo and teyzeeyee and richie and joycee ! D; hurry back you idiots!&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;LIFE IS PATHETIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe im actually missing teyzeeyee and richie.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;come back now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I HAVE NOBODY TO HANGOUT WITH!!!! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times where you are just 1 phone call away. 1 call and we're ready to catch a movie. okay, we wont be ready cos fat teyzeeyee will use 2 additional hours to do i-dunno-what, idiotic leonard will be acting hard to get with his see-how-first, retarded richie will be busy having dance lessons. shitty elysia will be acting guai with her i-think-i-dowan-go-out-larrr. while pretty hazel will be wasting her time watching mtv, bathing,drying her hair and just wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i miss hanging out D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PATHETIC POTATOES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SxDhdyrnbpI/AAAAAAAABaE/zKBaJiJ-M6g/s1600/halloween!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409071054409133714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SxDhdyrnbpI/AAAAAAAABaE/zKBaJiJ-M6g/s200/halloween!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please come back this instance ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-4398712027783256107?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/4398712027783256107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=4398712027783256107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4398712027783256107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4398712027783256107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-nothing-to-do.html' title='I HAVE NOTHING TO DO'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SxDhdyrnbpI/AAAAAAAABaE/zKBaJiJ-M6g/s72-c/halloween!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-4335695665659026216</id><published>2009-11-27T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:10:11.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you feel what they say.</title><content type='html'>YES. I finally have something to blog about! it's quite sad to know that there is NOTHING that excites you. oh goodness me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, Dance camp was fruitful and I WAS OVERWHELMED! i mean, it is the first time i've organised a camp. Though it was simple, it was sincere. I didnt thought it was good anyhow, so i was pleasently disappointed with myself for NOT doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, there was a sudden want to blog hopped, so i hopped around my dancers' blog. and oh hell. i almost cried. The girls were very nice and it was truly sincere. No 'its really good. really' like helloo. every idiot knows you're just being nice. I believe the girls meant what they said, at least i do hope they are. I believe the one who gained the most isn't the campers, its the GGL (good-group-leaders) who learnt the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lesson they've learnt is more expensive than going for a $900 course or a year or math. This lesson they've learnt is more valuable than your first kiss, or the first time you fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;It has NO monetary value at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's something that has quietly , almost unknowingly punctured in you. It made you grow up, in a sense that now, you analyse things better, you've learnt how to give way to other people although it makes no better to you. But still, you willingly do it, because you know you have to, I'm glad the girls learnt how to be responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, allowing the campers to bathe before you do. Its clear cut and it comes naturally when you're the leader. However, on every normal day, would you allow some random junior of yours cut your queue at the drink stall? NO. you're never allow it. It's the magic that works in camp. that's why i love camps. it works magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, the amount of things i've learnt is so tremendous i cannot put it in words, in fact, i do not know exactly what i've learnt. However, i am very positive that i've grown in 101 ways in less than 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that I, hazel ang could be stressed over tidiness. Who would have thought that I could actually manage and juggle a camp with less than 10 helpers. Who would have thought that the camp would be successful even without much teachers help. so here's my thankyous :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WanRu: thankyou for being behind me, giving me an extra push when i fall. Thankyou standing by although you practically have no voice at all. I hope you've learnt as much as i did. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean: Thankyou for getting out of your shell, joining in the camp spirit. I must say, initially, i was so afraid you would not get out of that shell and kept it in you. thankyou for being that great leader. You might not have realised, but girl, magic worked in you. You're more than just the jean goh we had now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia : Thankyou for being that responsible and reliable girl i knew you were. Thankyou for proving me right. I knew there was something in you, waiting to burst out of sonia yew. I'm glad it did. I am honoured to have witness you become a responsible young woman in making. It tickles me when i see you girls do your red indian cheer. yes you girls might have discriminated yourself, but SONIA making cheers? how cool uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joye: Thankyou for being so enthusiastic and mature. Yes. Mature my dear. I've used mature on you. You are just like jean, and i am so glad you've learnt something. once again, its that magic. Thankyou for always supporting me. You might not know, but that little force has pushed me to where i am today. Thankyou for that silent support, cos i know even if i gave the weirdest, most unbelievable idea, I know you will eventually be there to give it a try. thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther: Thankyou for being that wholesome girl you've always been. You've been to plentiful amount of camp and dance camp was definately too light on you. thankyou for playing through, giving your support. it brings a smile on my face. Thankyou for being so on whenever i need people for support. thankyou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elysia : Thankyou for just being you. thankyou in everyway and every how. You know me best and it brings me great comfort to know you're right behind me whenever im helpless. You're always there to do the shittiest job available for me just cos you know im about to cry. Thankyou for telling me everything is okay, and helping me pull everything back when im lost. You might been seen as the blurr, no eq girl. but there's this extensive power in you to console people and make people feel safe. you're a legend. You deserve the limelight, You deserve the praise. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy: Thankyou for growing up from that spoilt young girl. You are another junior whom i've seen potential in. You almost proved me wrong. It was this close. But you pulled it together ultimately. Im glad i trusted you just once more. All the little things you did for pirates, i've seen them. Thankyou for showing me that you have the qualities for a leader. You're not just that laid back happy-go-lucky girl. you do care. you do care for the weak and those who needed more attention. thankyou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-4335695665659026216?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/4335695665659026216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=4335695665659026216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4335695665659026216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4335695665659026216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-you-feel-what-they-say.html' title='When you feel what they say.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-6271301111772432052</id><published>2009-11-10T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:16:32.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when guilt overwhelmes you.</title><content type='html'>When you screw up somebody else's O level, the guilt haboured in you is a zillion times stronger than  screwing up your own paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that got me thinking, if you were to comfort the person who screwed up some other people's O Level, how are you going to comfort him or her? Of course, you can happily say 'Don't worry about it! It's OKAY..' But what if the person shoots you back with a million dollar question, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'won't you feel as guilty as I am if YOU were ME?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How in the world can you answer the person? if you say yes, then you no longer have any rights to comfort the person. However, if you were to answer no, there are three possibility to that. One, you aren't thinking when you said it. Two, you're lying. Three, you are a cold and heartless person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, what are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next thing to ponder, does the person who semi caused the screw up of the national examinations deserve any comforting? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, too many thoughts processing in my head. I can't think anymore. It is overwhelming me. Have you had those days? Well, I have them every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-6271301111772432052?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/6271301111772432052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=6271301111772432052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6271301111772432052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6271301111772432052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-guilt-overwhelmes-you.html' title='when guilt overwhelmes you.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-2497998873019195358</id><published>2009-11-03T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:15:50.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstreet boys are no longer boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HELLOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I believe many of you would have heard of the boyband veterans, &lt;strong&gt;Backstreet Boys&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These &lt;u&gt;men&lt;/u&gt; have lived through the boyband industry for over a decade, starting out together with insync (well i dunno how to spell ;P). However, the only one who survived from the latter band is none other than JT &lt;3 well at least for whom i know. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, Backstreet Boys have evolved from cool young dudes into balding mature men. Of course, they had their chance to be on the top of the chart but also had their chance of being down right at the bottom of the chart. I was a huge fan of them as a young girl. I remember days were kids were not as hip as they are now, and the only song i listened to other than nursery rhymes are the backstreet boys. Simply by knowing the backstreet boys, i was one of the hippest 6 year old in class. However, you have to know lady gaga, beyonce , taylor swift and miley cyrus to be the hippest kid in class nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin would use my favourite backstreet boys to coax me into eating only 1 pao when i wanted 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. After a decade, i still love their song and they simply seem so attractive ( i do not mean their looks for now) Yes their fresh faces used to be a plus point to their catchy tunes, however, i still love them although they barely have any hair left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KUDOS TO THE BACKSTREET &lt;s&gt;BOYS&lt;/s&gt; MEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-2497998873019195358?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/2497998873019195358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=2497998873019195358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2497998873019195358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2497998873019195358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/11/backstreet-boys-are-no-longer-boys.html' title='Backstreet boys are no longer boys.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-6087197659053621753</id><published>2009-10-29T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:26:58.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's all smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAIKAL CHONG PLEASE DON'T FEEL SO DOWN! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT MAKES ME SAD TOO OKAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHEEEEEERUP (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SummGMYXR_I/AAAAAAAABZ8/XEsg7xAoPZg/s1600-h/SNC00224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398028253713090546" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SummGMYXR_I/AAAAAAAABZ8/XEsg7xAoPZg/s200/SNC00224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-6087197659053621753?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/6087197659053621753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=6087197659053621753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6087197659053621753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6087197659053621753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-all-smile.html' title='let&apos;s all smile'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SummGMYXR_I/AAAAAAAABZ8/XEsg7xAoPZg/s72-c/SNC00224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-7495673528169145977</id><published>2009-10-24T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:34:25.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no, it never kills with a little compliment.</title><content type='html'>Whenever you work on something, i believe one of the teeny wheeny light which kept you going would be the praises and pat-on-backs showered on you afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, that never fails to keep me going. however, i find it ironic that it seems that the closer you are to the person, the harder it is for the person to  praise you or at least appreciate what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, ms ng kindly burnt a disc of the syf actual dance for all the dancers and i proudly brought it home, awaiting approvals of my greatest success in my short 15 years of life. when i reached home, i inserted the disc into the player and asked my mother to watch with me. however, all she said was 'im running late. next time' fine. its okay. so i watched the 6 min video on my own. i must say, we seriously done well. i almost teared as i stared into the screen. it was 60% hard work 30% determination and 11% of luck. yes. it makes up 101%. it reminded me of the time where we would all leave the hall with a patch of sweat on our backs. and days where i had to sit on the stage and watch. and watch. and watch. feeling the pain in my back and the pain in my heart. being unable to practice with my fellow dancers. all because of some eff slip disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to play it again, and invited dad to watch it with me. he reluctantly agreed. all he had to say was ''why so small. why like this, why like that.'' criticise criticise criticise. what else? i happily asked my brother if he would like to watch it. in less than 5 seconds, i received his answer. ''no.'' he said, coldy. i asked him why. and he said ''its boring.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its okay, i told myself. 'i still have mummy!' so i placed the disc into the player and got my mother to watch it. all i got was ''you also never stand right infront. that one is you meh. so fast gone liao. you also not the lead..'' forget it. forget it hazel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it. i mean, my teachers showered us with praises. telling us how good we were and how wonderful we did. my principal congratulated us with open arms. in a day, dance club has transformed from a downright cca to one of the top. how much better can life get? indeed, life ain't that great. i can't even get approvals from my parents. what were they expecting? can't they just at least tell me a white lie? it sure is better than all their useless fucked up comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;LIFE'S GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-7495673528169145977?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/7495673528169145977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=7495673528169145977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/7495673528169145977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/7495673528169145977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-it-never-kills-with-little.html' title='no, it never kills with a little compliment.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-6916628139406069962</id><published>2009-10-13T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:38:06.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam stress</title><content type='html'>ohwell. english,chinese,amaths,chemistry,ss down. emaths paper 2, physics, poa paper 2 and hist yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. exams sucked. seriously not confident at all. i swear i studied hard. so bloody demoralise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHIT ASS AMATHS!. im sorry mrs cheng and mdm neo. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-6916628139406069962?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/6916628139406069962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=6916628139406069962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6916628139406069962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6916628139406069962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/10/exam-stress.html' title='exam stress'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-5573276835561112769</id><published>2009-10-06T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:41:27.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rant rant rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'M SUFFERING FROM TOOTHACHE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;PLEASE PLUCK OUT MY TEETH IF YOU WANT TO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;GIMME 2 DAYS MC AFTER THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;BLOODY SHIT. PULL OUT MY BRAIN AS WELL IF YOU MAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;WASH IT WITH DETTOL THEN PUT IT BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;MAYBE I'LL BE ABLE TO STUDY AFTER THAT. shucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-5573276835561112769?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/5573276835561112769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=5573276835561112769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5573276835561112769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5573276835561112769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/10/rant-rant-rants.html' title='rant rant rants'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-5292306798011763496</id><published>2009-10-06T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:17:03.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me the light!</title><content type='html'>OH DEAR :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't bloody get anything into my head! its like im suffering from mental block! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very annoying okay. i can hardly do any of the emaths questions! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ME?! exams are like starting full swing on friday and yet im getting more and more distracted each day! i was so bloody focus last week. what happened?! im always feeling so letargic. but why?! i'm even more tired than usual. WTF. i guess i'll wake up at 4 to study again. SHITASS. hazel you idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody's studying already! why am i lagging behind?! its not like i DONT WANT TO. but i feel so stuck. its like as if my brain is clogged up with cotton wools. you geddit? or bits of tissues stuck on your sticky fingers. DO YOU GET MY FRUSTRATION?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'M LIVING IN AGONY!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-5292306798011763496?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/5292306798011763496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=5292306798011763496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5292306798011763496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5292306798011763496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/10/give-me-light.html' title='give me the light!'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-3682132258733807585</id><published>2009-10-04T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:49:58.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our twitter-fied society</title><content type='html'>HELLO ALL TWITTLERS~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. im NOT on twitter.  and i simply don't get it. what's with the rage on twitter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@HAZEL1234 : im hungry!    18.46&lt;br /&gt;@HAZEL1234 : my mother is cooking meesua!   18.47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is really important? ohwell, and i seriously don't know how to twit. HAHAH can somebody teach me? its so confusing! HAHAH .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like whose not on twitter man?! or plurk! i tried plurk, but i hell don't get it. I NOE. im an IT RETARD. but ohwells..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAZELINE. TEACH ME HOW TO TWIT!!LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-3682132258733807585?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/3682132258733807585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=3682132258733807585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3682132258733807585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3682132258733807585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-twitter-fied-society.html' title='our twitter-fied society'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-3776256053694160230</id><published>2009-10-04T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:45:29.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little older now.</title><content type='html'>i was just looking through my old post and wow, how much i've grown since then.! so here's a comparison of the changes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i use tuhh type like dat lorrs.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;while i don't anymore. HAHA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hot. like seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i think i'm getting uglier each day &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life was surrounded by love. love. love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my life is surrounded by rants. rants. rants.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i do is talk about boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;all i do is complain about weird stuff!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life was exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;not that its no longer exciting, but its much more plain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i associate with interesting ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i associate with crazy ppL! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think thats all. but oh god. it was hell embarassing okay! like WHAT?! i can't believe i said such stuff on my blog! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing that never change is that , I STILL HAVE A PROBLEM FOCUSING! oh damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME THE STRENGTH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-3776256053694160230?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/3776256053694160230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=3776256053694160230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3776256053694160230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3776256053694160230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-older-now.html' title='a little older now.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-3827478779523773495</id><published>2009-10-03T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:20:54.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-post exam moods!</title><content type='html'>oh yes. we have &lt;s&gt;successfully&lt;/s&gt; battled the english paper. and so that leaves us with maths (p1,2), chinese(p1,2), amaths, sci-chem(p1,p3), sci-phy (p1,p2), poa (p1,2), hist and ss. yeap so i have 12 paper more to go ! PHEW. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im actually preparing for my post exam activities already! HHAHA. I CAN'T WAIT OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides doing the least interesting stuff like :&lt;br /&gt;1.reshuffle pb.&lt;br /&gt;2.do up student leaders' notice board&lt;br /&gt;3.prepare for o lvls&lt;br /&gt;4.check papers&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;B&gt;EXTRA LESSONS!!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every other is is fairly inviting! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;such as:&lt;br /&gt;1. DANCE CAMP!!&lt;br /&gt;2. pre-dance camp&lt;br /&gt;3.prefects camp!!!&lt;br /&gt;4.mjr-mpss SL bonding trip!&lt;br /&gt;5.shopping&lt;br /&gt;6.crazy trips&lt;br /&gt;7.time for beloved(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYEAHH~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and escape themepark + www has some bundle offer! yesyes . escape THEMEPARK might be a themepark w/o rollercoaster. but ohwell.. thats all we got! and www is pathetically UNscary. but oh well. WE'RE IN SINGAPORE. danger NOT okay.! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres marina barrage! (yet to go.) kite flying and picnic! ohyeaaaa~ and there's ecp and late nite movies! prawning and simply slacking. boardgame cafes, bowling. bbq and chalet! OH-AM-GEEE. lol of course. still trying to beg my mum to go overseas (phewwwww~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR MY BREAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-3827478779523773495?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/3827478779523773495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=3827478779523773495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3827478779523773495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3827478779523773495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/10/pre-post-exam-moods.html' title='pre-post exam moods!'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-84073141261691954</id><published>2009-09-28T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:14:18.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost on the way.</title><content type='html'>Remember the time where a prefect with a pigtail on each side of her head walks up to you and say ''you are not allowed to eat here!'' she would press her tender brows together and poke her arms into her hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap, thats the typical scene you would see in a primary school. the prefects were just like policemen, we seek justice. simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as you move up the ladder and reach sec sch, the girl with pigtails start to care more about her social circle, her cool-o-meter, her appearance, every other redundant things that use to mean nothing to her when she was in primary school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the prefectorial board in general. look where we are heading. I've been trying so hard to make the PB cooler, thus the prefects can be easily accepted in their ''social circle''. i allowed the girls to have the luxury to have longer fringe, something that wasn't allowed. i encourage the boys to look hip, something people think prefects aren't. We care so much about being accepted that we forgot all about what we were originally for. I agree that secondary school students ain't as easy to handle than the kids. but aren't we previously about discipline?what happened to that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sec one prefect text me today and told me she saw a few sec 5s eating outside the canteen. they didnt know what to do. i did not reply. she later told me she and another 2 prefects went up to get them to move away. i thought it was really couragous of them. what happened to that? why am i no longer doing it? guess i lost it along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-84073141261691954?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/84073141261691954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=84073141261691954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/84073141261691954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/84073141261691954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost-on-way.html' title='lost on the way.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-2271988416610410775</id><published>2009-09-27T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:28:49.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woke up feeling bright and shiny</title><content type='html'>lol bright and shiny sounds like some diamonds! or cheaper stuff like metals -.- a piece of aluminium that you can easily get from the science lab. and then you can dunk the pathetic piece of semi-glossy aluminium into a test tube filled with acid. blah blah blah. okay, i miss chem practicals! its always sooo cool! haha especially with mr amit around, we get to do crazy stuff! S: that reminds me, the other day during practical, brian ang was the mega ball-ess boy. (notice i used boy HAHA) HE DIDNT DARE LIGHT A BURNING SPLINT AND PUT IT INTO THE TEST TUBE FILLED WITH ''FUMING'' CALCIUM SMTH! lol i was so affected. i grabbed it and &lt;b&gt;successfully&lt;/b&gt; carried the experiment out. LUCKY NEVER PAISEH. lol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, that wasnt what i meant to blog about! i actually wanted to talk about people's pm on msn. well. since it says PERSONAL message, people tend to get PERSONAL but ironically, ur PERSONAL message can be seen by everybody and anybody under ur contact list. so much for being PERSONAL. haha siao. T.T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. as i was saying, i notice there is trend with pms!&lt;br /&gt;1. the act kawaii ones - iie miss eu and iie lurb eu. iie will be waitin ferr eu de dear &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;2. the getting a little personal one - imy imy. ily ily. i miss the time we had @ nite under the stars. (like what? i dont wanna know what u did under the stars! HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;3. the ones who use bombastic words - (i simply dont get them. did they like check the dictionary for every single word they used?!)&lt;br /&gt;4. the random cannot make sense ones - spamed &amp;^Q#&amp;Q^$Q{UQ@QW*QE$ (well yeah, thats me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA alright. people, if you tend to see something familiar, it is simply coincidence . please do not kill me. :D because ilyilyilyily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA siaoooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-2271988416610410775?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/2271988416610410775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=2271988416610410775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2271988416610410775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2271988416610410775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/09/woke-up-feeling-bright-and-shiny.html' title='woke up feeling bright and shiny'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-8248424189522380375</id><published>2009-09-26T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:26:23.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24h a day + 8 more hours?</title><content type='html'>i was just wondering, if only we can have 32h a day for days before exams! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean like you see, it is almost impossible to get anything into my head 1 month before the exam. (i noe focus focus focus) is it even possible to focus?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been trying hard to complete a comprehension practice. i have been convincing myself that it is sooo short. i can easily finish it in a blink of an eye. but reality check. i cant man. LOL i cant even sit still and get it over and done with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNOYING MONKEY. i wonder if teyzeeyee really went to snoop around f1. HAHA damnit. should have tagged along. I CANT GET ANYTHING INTO MY HEAD! and i really wanna celebrate halloween. D; gahhh. guess i'll have to wait for 2 more years. so i can go have fun w/o feeling so guilty (ps.there's o lvl nxt yr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i dunno why, but i just love blogging nonsense. like random thoughts. it amuses me when the alphabets appear infront of the screen as you push the buttons down. GEDDIT?! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-8248424189522380375?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/8248424189522380375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=8248424189522380375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/8248424189522380375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/8248424189522380375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/09/24h-day-8-more-hours.html' title='24h a day + 8 more hours?'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-2647298512650751463</id><published>2009-09-26T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:03:20.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@ 10.57 am</title><content type='html'>firstly, i have no idea why am i awake at this time. .___. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i woke up feeling like i've never even slept. as i fell asleep while staring into space, and woke up at 4 to off my lights. (i think) then i went back to sleep and i woke up suddenly telling my mum i wanna study, and here. I AM. hahaha.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the main point im here NOW. its because i have an urgent news to share. HAHA well.. i was facebooking, and i came across my pri sch friend's fb. so i clicked and looked at her pics. at the point where i felt so bored, so dead, i saw a spark of light! (somehow.) LOL THIS REALLY HOT GUY WHO USE TO BE FROM MY SCHOOL WAS IN ONE OF HER PICTURE. somehow. cos i cant remember how that guy looked like in pri sch u see. but he is really hot nowadays. HAHAHAH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't all me a heartless freak cos i can't remember how he looked like. he is 1 yr my senior. so i didnt really care. HAHA but he had a really unique name, so there you go.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to add him, but paiseh lah. HAHAH like some random sicko freak. WAHAHAH ohwell, so much for hot guy from bwps. LOLLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;OPPSY&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-2647298512650751463?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/2647298512650751463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=2647298512650751463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2647298512650751463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2647298512650751463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/09/1057-am.html' title='@ 10.57 am'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-6115271811547012428</id><published>2009-09-25T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:50:11.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't hear myself anymore.</title><content type='html'>i pray that this is just another period of pms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel horrid and it is plain shit. all i want and all i care is apparently, one thing. the more i time i spend thinking, the more i think im going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM TURNING INTO A SENSITIVE, CRAZY, WEIRD, ABSOLUTE LUNATIC. and im not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody save me. although its obvious i need no hero, just you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, hey im sad. guess you've just broke your difficult promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c00l.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-6115271811547012428?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/6115271811547012428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=6115271811547012428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6115271811547012428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6115271811547012428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/09/cant-hear-myself-anymore.html' title='can&apos;t hear myself anymore.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-6304115977524724587</id><published>2009-09-23T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:54:11.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>labels.</title><content type='html'>according to an outdated 8 days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; fat. babe. nerd. cute. weird. lame &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are simply labels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, people who say they don't care are people who are putting up a strongfront. while people who say 'hey, im hurt. i do care!' are people who are true to themselves. lastly, people who say 'i don't care, but i do not like people who label me before getting to know me' are simply a bunch of &lt;U&gt;actorrrrs/actresssessss&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i've just set my own backside on fire. LOL ironically, those who are always claiming they dont care about labels but don't like people to label them before getting to know them are in the acting industry. so, they ARE actors and actresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERESTING HUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my wound hurts big time! damnit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-6304115977524724587?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/6304115977524724587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=6304115977524724587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6304115977524724587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6304115977524724587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/09/labels.html' title='labels.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-2183729878686266864</id><published>2009-09-22T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:41:26.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what else?</title><content type='html'>OH SHIT. this is really frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET ONLINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn it. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-2183729878686266864?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/2183729878686266864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=2183729878686266864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2183729878686266864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2183729878686266864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-else.html' title='what else?'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-8580299528948890989</id><published>2009-09-13T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:46:24.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>annoying bimbo on 987</title><content type='html'>i was happily (ok not quite) doing my last minute amaths long-lost homework while listening to my fave radio station, 987. then SUDDENLY, this weird squeeky voice appeared. and the way she speak, IS ANNOYING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''if you wanna assss a girl out''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl, i dont wanna assss a girl out. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-8580299528948890989?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/8580299528948890989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=8580299528948890989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/8580299528948890989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/8580299528948890989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/09/annoying-bimbo-on-987.html' title='annoying bimbo on 987'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-1765557052246498542</id><published>2009-09-08T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:19:42.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once again.</title><content type='html'>had dance, and i swear im dying. thank god there isnt dance tomorrow! BWAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i pulled my hamstring (think i pulled it last wk! ) darn painful ok. &gt;&lt; cant even stretch properly. BLOOOODYYYY D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, ON A LIGHTER NOTE. im going for the school's photoshoot tomorrow! OH YEAHH~&lt;br /&gt;lol how exciting okay! alright. not convincing. im just dead tired lah! URGHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how's life on the mountain today. lol. did it rain? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-1765557052246498542?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/1765557052246498542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=1765557052246498542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/1765557052246498542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/1765557052246498542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/09/once-again.html' title='once again.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-8113015595647058839</id><published>2009-09-08T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:06:55.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when im suppose to be packing my files!</title><content type='html'>firsly, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; I HELPED A BLIND FIND HER SPOT! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! i swear you will feel like a superhero after helping someone with &lt;i&gt; big deeds &lt;/i&gt;. like seriously! you feel overwhelmed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; i finally know why mr incredible wants to be a superhero so badly! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because of that,i realise how shallow a human's life is. here we are moving from places to places having fun, complaining that our shoes dont match our socks, people are having trouble to even see a single thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its frustrating to see some f*ckers misleading a blind. c'mon. she is blind okay. how much more helpless can she be. first, some asshole led her to the bus stop when she wanted to go to the mrt station. excuse me. are u deaf or are you plain stupid? i hope you're deaf. so that at least we know you cant hear, but not that you're just not in the mood of helping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, some idiot stopped her from going into the shopping centre. now wat? blinds are not allowed in shopping centres? whats next? girls in shorts are not allow in shopping centres as they are dressed too skimpily? WTH.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;thirdly, this man who tried to help her down the steps knocked her heavy luggage onto her legs. well, we appreciate you trying to help a handicap, but hello. can you be a little more thoughtful? it hurts okay. at least apologise? so now handicaps dont deserve apologies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schools should really focus more on giving a helping hand, instead of maths and science and every other shit. i find it ironic to get some inconsiderate, selfish educators to spread the message of helping others. seriously, do you think it works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 lessons of CE per week, are you sure its enough? especially when CEs are usually converted into extra maths lessons or lecture lessons. stupid right? whats the point people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is the world so materialistic? what is singapore going to become in years to come? so what if we have the best in brains. what about our heart? what about love? does money mean so much? what about compassion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-8113015595647058839?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/8113015595647058839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=8113015595647058839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/8113015595647058839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/8113015595647058839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-im-suppose-to-be-packing-my-files.html' title='when im suppose to be packing my files!'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-6529626599379965089</id><published>2009-09-01T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:29:58.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think im stupid.</title><content type='html'>i dunno what i was thinking. i cant believe i went into blogs which i noe will infuriate me. its like digging my own grave +__+ like wth. really unfriendly people. *sticks out tongue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and monday was a torture! i slept at 2.30 (and suppose to wake up at 5) but i &lt;i&gt;forgot&lt;/i&gt; to wake up. HAHA and mummy woke me up at 6, followed by aziz's phone call. HAHA so i got ready really quickly and ran down. (not bad okay. i reached the bus stop at 6.20) &gt;&lt;  haha im so sorry dude! i reached sch at 6.30 but i was suppose to be there by 6.10. HAHA! so embarassing ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything didnt went according to plan. pissed me off. craps :/ alright. wadever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL so came today, slept like a pig. ate like a pig. slept like a pig again and ate like a pig again. HAHA! life's good. :DD sadly, sch starts again in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- can i have another holiday? plzzz?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-6529626599379965089?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/6529626599379965089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=6529626599379965089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6529626599379965089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6529626599379965089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-im-stupid.html' title='i think im stupid.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-6800674872362806657</id><published>2009-08-26T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:12:37.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hard work – money = knowledge?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was browsing through the net, trying really hard to find smth useful for situational writings. so i typed in ‘ situational writing’ into the search engine and online orders for assessment books appeared. so i typed in ‘ GCE O level english’ into the search engine this time, thankfully, there were no more sales on assessment books! but instead, there’s advertisements on tuition for english language. GREAT. determined to study for the test, i typed in ‘english language’&amp;nbsp; this time, some self-help portals’ link were up, however, these links are as good as useless! i happily clicked into one and guess wat! it talks on topic like &lt;strong&gt;gays, obama, al que-da&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; and simply all sorts of things! but not o lvl. –.- &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so eventually, i gave up. guess i’ll ask hazeline for tips tomorrow. *laughs* i mean, is it so that only if we pay for tuitors do we get extra help? since the country emphasises sooo much on education, why is it so that they did not create a portal for students who are preparing for their o lvls to visit. they can include some general tips or study methods on the portal. why is life so cruel that only cash can buy knowledge? HAHA wow, i have 2 paras already! a lil more and this can be an essay. haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;DAMN IN FREGGING TIRED OK. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-6800674872362806657?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/6800674872362806657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=6800674872362806657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6800674872362806657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6800674872362806657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/08/hard-work-money-knowledge.html' title='hard work – money = knowledge?!'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-1066078396781265024</id><published>2009-08-24T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:33:32.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is it now?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i cant believe this. it was an utter disappointment. what is happening to the prefectorial board?! what is this. so now out of 30 prefects, only 3 is committed?!&amp;nbsp; WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! which means out of 10 people, there is only 1 pathetic soul who is all out for the prefectorial board.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i mean, i do understand that there are times where we have other obligations. however, aren’t we suppose to be managing our time well? excuse me, you are AT LEAST 13, do you still have to be spoon fed and taught what to do all the time?!&amp;nbsp; i believe it is time to grow up a little and fight for what you want? or at least , do what you are suppose to do. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;if there is something that is standing in your way, you can also tell me before hand right? STOP PROMISING ME AND LEAVE ME BEHIND IN THE END. it sucks ok. please hell be committed. why join the board when you are not out to commit. you guys see the board as a boring obligation to do lame duties, but have you ever gave us a chance to show you a different side of us? have you given us a chance to see for yourself?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;im utter disappointed. i choose to trust you people. i choose to treat you guys with respect, now what? am i suppose to be strict and lifeless. if thats what you ppl one, i’ll giving to you. :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ps. this post is not out to target anyone. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;im sorry for bitching, i cant take it anymore. thankyou for ruining my day people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-1066078396781265024?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/1066078396781265024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=1066078396781265024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/1066078396781265024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/1066078396781265024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-it-now.html' title='what is it now?!'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-1626881018400155949</id><published>2009-08-23T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:53:34.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insecure people</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i find it funny that sometimes, ppl tend to make their lives seem so cool and wonderful when obviously it isn’t.&amp;nbsp; HAHA random. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-1626881018400155949?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/1626881018400155949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=1626881018400155949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/1626881018400155949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/1626881018400155949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/08/insecure-people.html' title='insecure people'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-4899508213565526556</id><published>2009-08-23T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:19:58.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 min, 100 emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;i was blog hopping through friends whom i always hangout with,&amp;nbsp; friends whom i use to hangout with&amp;nbsp; and friends whom i’m yet to hangout with. of course, everybody have a say in all sorts of things and everybody feels different.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;i find it amusing that 3 people can have 3 different feelings at the same point of time. for example, i might be feeling really happy at 8.57 pm but person A might be feeling really stressed up at 8.57 and person B might be feeling really enthusiastic at the same point of time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;shit. my writing skills are horrid! i can’t seem to be able to craft out what i wanna say into a proper para. can anyone feel what im trying to express? refer to bottom :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;at 9.10 pm, 23 aug 2009.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Kelly hugged her knees as she stared deeply into her phone. She knows that Sam will never return her call again, however a spark of hope lingered in her. Kelly shut her eyes tight and pursed her lips. she fasten her&amp;nbsp; grip to her phone . tears of agony rolled down her pale cheeks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;At the very same moment, Grace launched to her bed. She pulled her favourite plush toy towards her chest. A cheeky grin surfaced behind her thick make up. She has never felt so good before. Grace plugged her ipod to her speakers and dance to the tune of her all time favourite taylor swift’s song, love story.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;(names are used at random. LOL)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-4899508213565526556?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/4899508213565526556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=4899508213565526556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4899508213565526556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4899508213565526556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/08/1-min-100-emotions.html' title='1 min, 100 emotions'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-1549849301159274123</id><published>2009-08-22T21:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:50:55.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bk hates us! ):</title><content type='html'>so once again, Sherlyn, Hazel and Elysia went to tm’s burger king to study. (we spent many hours there, with only 1 meal. HAHA)lol so after an hour of study, too many cells have been knocked down. so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_xGgFvuNI/AAAAAAAABYk/5QOa0WgSoA0/s1600-h/SNC00435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_xGgFvuNI/AAAAAAAABYk/5QOa0WgSoA0/s200/SNC00435.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372777974471833810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_xGRypPKI/AAAAAAAABYc/IrVvAAZ9zR0/s1600-h/SNC00426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_xGRypPKI/AAAAAAAABYc/IrVvAAZ9zR0/s200/SNC00426.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372777970633620642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to act yi ge emo. look at the last box! haha poopy look so seductive right. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_xF52yO6I/AAAAAAAABYU/2PDTPzTOBMc/s1600-h/SNC00420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_xF52yO6I/AAAAAAAABYU/2PDTPzTOBMc/s200/SNC00420.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372777964208536482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after poop realise our name makes up SHE, we wanted to hao lian. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_xFpWizlI/AAAAAAAABYM/Hr8o_lYPTNU/s1600-h/SNC00419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_xFpWizlI/AAAAAAAABYM/Hr8o_lYPTNU/s200/SNC00419.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372777959778340434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showing off our grades! if you look carefully, i got 40/40! EXCELLENT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_znpVSaDI/AAAAAAAABY0/xXktOIx6RAw/s1600-h/SNC00436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_znpVSaDI/AAAAAAAABY0/xXktOIx6RAw/s200/SNC00436.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372780742911879218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last wk's pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_zoISdIOI/AAAAAAAABY8/YAhwOWsRDDw/s1600-h/SNC00361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_zoISdIOI/AAAAAAAABY8/YAhwOWsRDDw/s200/SNC00361.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372780751221498082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_0rzAnKLI/AAAAAAAABZM/JENWei-8IFQ/s1600-h/SNC00372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_0rzAnKLI/AAAAAAAABZM/JENWei-8IFQ/s200/SNC00372.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372781913740617906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_0rfdEmgI/AAAAAAAABZE/U94snTU1hss/s1600-h/SNC00373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_0rfdEmgI/AAAAAAAABZE/U94snTU1hss/s200/SNC00373.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372781908491278850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_2j2QDK6I/AAAAAAAABZ0/tRvOQTnhJjI/s1600-h/ndp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_2j2QDK6I/AAAAAAAABZ0/tRvOQTnhJjI/s200/ndp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372783976194976674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_2jQs0HQI/AAAAAAAABZs/JJW6qR68Tyo/s1600-h/twist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_2jQs0HQI/AAAAAAAABZs/JJW6qR68Tyo/s200/twist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372783966115077378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_0t2j4_WI/AAAAAAAABZk/TKkJj2tTuQs/s1600-h/SNC00316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_0t2j4_WI/AAAAAAAABZk/TKkJj2tTuQs/s200/SNC00316.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372781949053631842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_0tB0M_tI/AAAAAAAABZc/9t10dF18fII/s1600-h/SNC00313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_0tB0M_tI/AAAAAAAABZc/9t10dF18fII/s200/SNC00313.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372781934894972626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_0s-z1NcI/AAAAAAAABZU/TUcTfss7BP0/s1600-h/SNC00315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_0s-z1NcI/AAAAAAAABZU/TUcTfss7BP0/s200/SNC00315.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372781934088107458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overdued nationalday + rain bday pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-1549849301159274123?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/1549849301159274123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=1549849301159274123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/1549849301159274123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/1549849301159274123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/08/bk-hates-us.html' title='bk hates us! ):'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/So_xGgFvuNI/AAAAAAAABYk/5QOa0WgSoA0/s72-c/SNC00435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-3590119067565903812</id><published>2009-08-22T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:10:49.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>increase in popularity?</title><content type='html'>haikal chong is getting a lil &lt;i&gt; popular&lt;/i&gt;. HAHA he told me not to say anything &lt;i&gt;sensitive &lt;/i&gt; but i swear its hilarious! in short,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAIKAL HAS BEEN STALKED.&lt;/strong&gt; uh-oh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im in danger~ haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-3590119067565903812?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/3590119067565903812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=3590119067565903812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3590119067565903812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3590119067565903812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/08/increase-in-popularity.html' title='increase in popularity?'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-4703506573222614085</id><published>2009-08-21T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:06:49.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why is a ‘stinging sensation’ a sensation?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;HAHA&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;definition 1:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a state of excited interest or feeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;definition 2:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mental process (as seeing, hearing, or smelling) resulting from the immediate external stimulation of a sense organ often as distinguished from a conscious awareness of the sensory process&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so that’s why1&amp;nbsp; *laugh*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and my leg really hurts lah. ask kimberley, she ALWAYS laugh at me whenever i walk down the stairs –.- i look like some freak with a leg much longer than the other. HAHAHA&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;damn, im currently half dead, so i can’t really think. so yeah.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOODNIGHT ALL LOVELY HUMANS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-4703506573222614085?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/4703506573222614085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=4703506573222614085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4703506573222614085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4703506573222614085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-is-stinging-sensation-sensation.html' title='why is a ‘stinging sensation’ a sensation?!'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-6354951243764864300</id><published>2009-08-20T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T18:50:13.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if we all spoke the same language, would we still have racial conflicts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As i was enjoying my mee sua, my parents turned on the tv to watch cantonese news. and it made me wonder who is that person whose so free that he/she actually created a language/dilect from scratch?! that made me ponder further, if we all spoke the same language, would be still have racial conflicts? well, yes can still be labelled chinese , malay, indian, eurasian etc, but what if we only spoke latin? would we still fight over lame stuff? i mean, what’s with all the ‘ he’s _____so he is no good?’ aren’t we ultimately the same?! and according to mr tan’s newspaper article, it says that we are all originated from africa, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IRONIC!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-6354951243764864300?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/6354951243764864300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=6354951243764864300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6354951243764864300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6354951243764864300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-we-all-spoke-same-language-would-we.html' title='if we all spoke the same language, would we still have racial conflicts?'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-747381551465585445</id><published>2009-08-17T19:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:16:39.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hands of destruction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;GREAT. my phone have officially gone bongas. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and the &lt;em&gt;devastating&lt;/em&gt; news is that &lt;strong&gt; I CAN’T TEXT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I CAN’T TEXT. I CANT TEXT.&amp;nbsp; I CANT TEXT. I CANT TEXT. I CANT TEXT. I CANT TEXT. I CANT TEXT. I CANT TEXT. I CANT TEXT. I CANT TEXT. I CANT TEXT. I CANT TEXT. I CANT TEXT. I CANT TEXT. I CANT TEXT. I CANT TEXT. I CANT TEXT. I CANT TEXT. I CANT TEXT.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ok, good enough. i believe you’ve gotten my point. DAMN. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;actually, now i can’t text YOU to be exact. URGGH.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I CURSE THE STUPID PHONE. ok. i believe it has smth to do with my hands of &lt;em&gt; destruction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hHA. every gadget that falls in my hand will end up a goner. ;D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;* LAUGHS*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and wake up!! D;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-747381551465585445?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/747381551465585445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=747381551465585445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/747381551465585445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/747381551465585445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/08/hands-of-destruction.html' title='hands of destruction.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-8185942821241840983</id><published>2009-08-16T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:53:18.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost at the edge.</title><content type='html'>here are some stuff which have been bugging me, causing me with countless insonmia nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i cant find my humanities file. .__.( being a humanities enthusiast, losing my file is a big nono. and i cant seem to remember where i kept it. 0.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. teachers' day is around the corner and yet im yet to come out with a performance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i've been failing all my amaths test, and most of my emaths test. (i seem to understand what's taught, but don't quite get it when it comes to test. ironic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. english lessons have been super! but i don't know if im on the right track! (i love english lessons these day, and have been trying hard. but im not quite sure if im gonna do well! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the prefectorial board is rather trashy. &gt;&lt; (its def. not up to MY standard. and dear prefects, if you happen to see this, please. do smth to yourself alright. it is infuriating. i swear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. cmt is like tomorrow, but i dont think im ready! ( i understand i should have started mugging long ago, but i just can't manage my time! BLOODY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. im yet to come out with a new plan for the prefectorial board!! (like what i said, its kinda trashy nowadays. and everything is NOT on my side. damn. curse the stupid H1N1. &lt;B&gt; WHAT PANDEMIC?!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. love probs. (LALALA~~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. we're gonna have a dance camp during the dec hols! ( HOW EXCITING ! haaha excited vibes are running through me every second. promise to make it SPECTACULAR! wheeeets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. im yet to do my shopping! there's so many thing i need ok. ( first on list, bag. i saw one! and i love it! but its too big for elysia ._. it looks like a turtle shell on her. DAMN. what's the best thing? its in green! DARN) [[LOL i hope elysia sees this! ;D]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough ranting. im going back to study~~ LALALA. anw, does anyone have any suggestions on what the prefects shld do on teachers' day? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-8185942821241840983?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/8185942821241840983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=8185942821241840983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/8185942821241840983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/8185942821241840983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/08/almost-at-edge.html' title='almost at the edge.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-942886429591220478</id><published>2009-08-13T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:29:39.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel really inferior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, thankyou to all teachers and friends who have been supporting me every since i became the headprefect. your simple 'jiayou' really brings my spirit up. there are always nice people who will come to me and ask about my &lt;i&gt;emotional&lt;/i&gt; post. im sorry for making you people worry, but this is the only place i can spill everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. i do feel horrible whenever you do that to me. like god. if you thought i am so incompetant, why did you allow me to become the headprefect? it really hurts whenever you get rejected all the time. do my idea seriously suck? or should i just turn into a boring, lifeless human? yes. there are lovely teachers who are truly supporting me. and i really cherish them. but, what about you? your support means a lot to me. like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all my horrifying grades, im really falling into a deep dark hole. please, i just wanna do well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-942886429591220478?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/942886429591220478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=942886429591220478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/942886429591220478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/942886429591220478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-really-inferior.html' title=''/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-7732161433200615412</id><published>2009-08-10T18:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:54:41.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>many many things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;firstly,&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;IM SUPPOSE TO BE STUDYING!&lt;/strong&gt; yak –yak-yak~ i seriously need to find a new method to study D;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;next, &lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;I WANNA GO SHOPPING!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;there’s like so many things i wanna buy ok! D; (according to importance)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt;a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;backpack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! (like really really badly. NUM PLZZZ NUM! )&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sandals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (not my green one kind of cos. ;D)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (i love watches. i think girls wearing watches are like cool? AHAH)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;black shorts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (haha! i realise my choice of clothes are getting too colourful *laughs*)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new spects.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (i look like a noob with my semi green ones.)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;school shoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ( by the time i get the stuff before this, my school shoe would have been trashed)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;more &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spongebob file&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (okay, this shld be a lil more infront, but ohwell.)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charm&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;bracelet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (i think its really cute! saw one the other day. like really nice. and it cost a bomb. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slingbag&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;( now that i’ve gotten my backpack, it would be time to get another bag right? HAHA)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;okay,this is gonna be the last one. so gotta think carefully! &amp;gt;&amp;lt; uhh new &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;handphone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pleaseee! (please make sure it aint touch screen anymore &amp;gt;&amp;lt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p&gt;LALALA. im such an asshole. if only it was &lt;font color="#00d200"&gt;christmas &amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-7732161433200615412?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/7732161433200615412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=7732161433200615412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/7732161433200615412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/7732161433200615412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/08/many-many-things.html' title='many many things!'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-5308218585648852618</id><published>2009-08-10T02:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:40:36.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have nothing to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;im happy, like really happy.! like EXTREMELY. teehee. its just so cool alright. oh boy oh boy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I CANT SLEEP ANYMORE. this is bloody cool.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i guess i got it all wrong previously.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; oh yes. how much i love the moon! i owe you a big one ! ^^&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-5308218585648852618?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/5308218585648852618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=5308218585648852618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5308218585648852618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5308218585648852618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-nothing-to-say.html' title='i have nothing to say.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-3204367659440590901</id><published>2009-08-08T15:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:19:54.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neither this nor that</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;OH ASSSSSS! im so bloody bored.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;there’s nth to do! D: ( well, since im procastinating~~)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DARN IT. WHY IS SG SUCH A BORE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;dead bored ok. ARRRGh. pssssst. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;life sucks. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;browsed through blogs (secretly hoping to see them praise dance.) lol sadly, only dancers did. LALALA~&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i wonder hows kampong life. LOL :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-3204367659440590901?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/3204367659440590901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=3204367659440590901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3204367659440590901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3204367659440590901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/08/neither-this-nor-that.html' title='neither this nor that'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-2826827143560910013</id><published>2009-08-07T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:11:24.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>byebye D;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-2826827143560910013?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/2826827143560910013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=2826827143560910013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2826827143560910013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2826827143560910013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/08/byebye-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-5510153748408103364</id><published>2009-08-07T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:00:52.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twinkle twinkle little. moon. ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;firstly, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONGRATULATIONS 3DANGEROUS’ BASKETBALLERS! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;you guys were&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;SUPERB! :D&amp;nbsp; sorry i wasnt there to support. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;LIKE OMG? i went screaming. S.U.P.E.R!! teehee~ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;oh, dance performance was generally good ba! well, at least we’ve completed it! it has been an extremely tedious month. thank you girls &amp;lt;3 went into dance room, feeling a little paranoid, edited dance. passed haikal chong his present. (i hope u like it though!) continue freaking out. did make up. ALMOST couldnt make it. anw, the make up was SUPER! everyone was like extremely hot! wheeee :D exciting!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;performance was crazzzzyyy~~ people cheered. well, at least i noe who did. ;D shy-ed. crap-ed. receive relatively gd comments. but was disappointed that we were not very co-ordinated. but still, IM SO GLAD! :D like think about it, you had sleepless, extremely stressed out month, and at the end , ppl cheered for u! how great bah :D &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;thank you :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;jean. for assisting me in every bit. from music to choreography to make up . LOVE YOU TWINNIE! &amp;lt;3 i cant explain my gratitude to u man!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;joyce. for being after jean, and working really hard. ure support totally made my day! SUPER! &amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;wanru. for being the helpful vice chair, helping me through all the admin stuff. all thanks to your xi-xiness. YAY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;nicola. for helping out with hiphop! and spicing up the dance, despite the fact that you just joined us!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;elysia. for being my super supportive bestfriend. &amp;lt;333 and practicing hard. and looking after the sec 1s for me!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;peggy. for having minimal slacking and lotsa hard work! thanks. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;minqi. for doing your best. and ur really sexy indian dance. AHHA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;esther . for being helpful and encouraging me. trying so hard to lighten my workload!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;rest of the dancers. for working with me, despite my occasionally outburst of emotions! i totally appreciate you girls! &amp;lt;333&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;haikal chong. for being really nice and encouraging.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;kimberley. for being nice enough to care.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;sherlyn tan . for entertaining me with your dumbness!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;hazeline. for all the enthuness&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;rain. for listening to me complain&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY FRIENDS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8080" size="1"&gt;By the time i post this, i believe you would have been in msia already. well. its barely 48 hours. so have fun! at least try to . ^^ SEEEEEYAAAAA. as for now, i shall do my rantings to the pathetic ol’ moon. TEEHEE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-5510153748408103364?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/5510153748408103364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=5510153748408103364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5510153748408103364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5510153748408103364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/08/twinkle-twinkle-little-moon.html' title='twinkle twinkle little. moon. ?!'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-3339454902451605584</id><published>2009-08-04T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:56:11.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little different now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;Feeling rather lethargic recently,&amp;nbsp; i hell don’t know why.&amp;nbsp; I apologise for falling asleep in class COUNTLESS times per day. D:&amp;nbsp; i sincerely apologise to Mrs Yeo-Chan for being a really inefficient headprefect. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;GAHH.&amp;nbsp; im like super lazy to move! DAMN.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Anw, i’ve kinda grown out of the &lt;em&gt;bangs&lt;/em&gt; kinda style TEEHEE. idk why though. haha well, but of course, i’ll have to wait for my really short fringe to GROW. argh . pukes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;ok. im really tired. just dont feel like doing anything. D;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;oh and. now what? i dont understand ayee. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;NOW WHAT?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="7"&gt;im so so tired. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="7"&gt;and im gonna be&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="7"&gt;BETTER! ;P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-3339454902451605584?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/3339454902451605584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=3339454902451605584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3339454902451605584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3339454902451605584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-different-now.html' title='a little different now.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-2511121144058591575</id><published>2009-07-29T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:57:22.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one day w/o falling asleep~~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#b000b0"&gt;HAHA i have craving for qingdao rice! .__. lol ok this is darn random. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;nbsp; im telling you! china has the best rice! LOL but its sad that they hardly serve meat. (according to qingdao trip. heezz) wanted to blog the pics, but i think the whole file is in the other com. DAMN. haha. so back to what i was saying, apparently, they serve lotsa veggies and seafood. the amount of meat served was soo limited that hazel actually loved their sweet and sour pork! HAHAs fyi, im not a sweet and sour lover. LOL it tasted great for a moment. ;DD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#b000b0"&gt;oh and, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#b000b0" size="5"&gt;HAZEL WAS AWAKE FOR THE &lt;strong&gt;WHOLE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#9d009d" size="5"&gt;DAY! LOLS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800080" size="1"&gt;WEDNESDAYS SIMPLY ROCK. lessons are relatively light, and there’s dance! if only everyday is wednesday. teehee. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800080" size="1"&gt;stretched like a furball. HAH ok, weird use of word. but I LIKE-YYY lol.stress alright! teacher had high expectation on me (well of course, since im the chair. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;) phew. glad its over! shalalalala~ ok. im tired. not in the mood to continue. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800080" size="1"&gt;TEEHEE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-2511121144058591575?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/2511121144058591575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=2511121144058591575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2511121144058591575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2511121144058591575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-day-wo-falling-asleep.html' title='one day w/o falling asleep~~!'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-6358239505524580866</id><published>2009-07-28T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:46:27.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a dog and a cat</title><content type='html'>ok, my title totally explains it all. haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A DOG AND A CAT LIVING UNDER THE SAME ROOF.&lt;br /&gt;and obviously, they cant really work with each other. LOL,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-6358239505524580866?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/6358239505524580866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=6358239505524580866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6358239505524580866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6358239505524580866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-dog-and-cat.html' title='i have a dog and a cat'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-6132739093432906941</id><published>2009-07-27T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:55:47.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please stop making me worry about you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;oh my dear girl, please take care of yourself ok. please promise me you will be safe.&amp;nbsp; idk how am i going to help u or keep you safe. but please. protect yourself. you might not see this, or might not even noe its you. but if ure to ask me to sit back and watch u get hurt, it would be impossible. its physical and mental hurt my girl. im not gonna let it happen to you. please my dear girl &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-6132739093432906941?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/6132739093432906941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=6132739093432906941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6132739093432906941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6132739093432906941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/please-stop-making-me-worry-about-you.html' title='please stop making me worry about you.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-9092078047089595181</id><published>2009-07-27T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:53:06.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>y.o.u</title><content type='html'>sometimes, i just wonder if you can be part of my life again. HAHA. i dont care if those memories were of less than a month. all i want is to experience it all over again. just one more time, before i let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-9092078047089595181?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/9092078047089595181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=9092078047089595181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/9092078047089595181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/9092078047089595181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/you.html' title='y.o.u'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-285666499385323624</id><published>2009-07-25T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:52:46.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a lil doooodle ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#009700"&gt;GREETINGS. to my family, friends, neighbours, schoolmates, teachers, random people and strangers!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#009700"&gt;:D guess what. i forgot what i wanted to say .__. this is stupid. HAH it always happen when i think too much!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#009700"&gt;oh well, shall start on smth cute then. my bro brought his girlf’s cat over to my house. (since she will be renting my brother room. [wadever!]) so xiao ji (the cat) was a little afraid of my overly excited mahjong. Ok, im kinda lazy, not in the mood to write in details.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#009700"&gt;oh yes oh yes.! its kinda amusing seeing that many people are aware that i was feeling horribly stressed up last week. WOW, i think the only way they could find out was thru the blog. its cooool lahhh~ haha. didn’t know people would even bother looking at what a plain-ol-hazel have to say. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#009700"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#009700" size="6"&gt;COOL TO THE MAX YOH!.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#009700" size="1"&gt;anw, zhongyong, haikal, remy, tzy, rain, me, wes and zizhong found a gold ring ! LOL apparently it was worth 200 bucks. cool uh! D: but i didnt want the money. it dont belong to me aye. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; so plan to donate the money to charity. haha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff5bad" size="6"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff5bad" size="6"&gt;GOOD KHARMA !! lol.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff5bad" size="6"&gt;ok, im lazy. dont bother &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff5bad" size="6"&gt;changing the font size. LOL im &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff5bad" size="6"&gt;off to catch &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff5bad" size="6"&gt;har-li-buo-te! :D bye pplzzz. lol. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff5bad" size="6"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff5bad" size="6"&gt;lame. ._.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#009700"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-285666499385323624?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/285666499385323624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=285666499385323624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/285666499385323624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/285666499385323624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-lil-doooodle.html' title='just a lil doooodle ;)'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-535934866111767968</id><published>2009-07-23T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:50:45.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you helping or not.</title><content type='html'>Yes, i noe im faraway from the picture and i shouldnt be a busybody, however, this is something thats rather bothering. and i believe i have the rights to speak, w/o being called a cyber bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, its wrong to blog about horrid stuff, however being a leader. i believe you should at least look at the problems both side first right? ultimately its important to be neutral no matter how innocent or helpless the other party appears to be. of course im in no position to voice my comment, but hey. you should at least care about the feelings of two sec sch girls especially since you're already of a legal age right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, this pisses me off. its just so stupid. so the verdict is, to stay away from such org. (well of course not because of the people, but the structure.) D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-535934866111767968?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/535934866111767968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=535934866111767968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/535934866111767968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/535934866111767968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-helping-or-not.html' title='are you helping or not.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-3502536007477114715</id><published>2009-07-23T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:10:53.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im no longer sure of what i want. this is weird. bloody weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both ways are not going to work out, then why do i care so much?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt be thinking about this now, i should be focused. like really focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-3502536007477114715?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/3502536007477114715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=3502536007477114715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3502536007477114715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3502536007477114715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-no-longer-sure-of-what-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-2798848953242850443</id><published>2009-07-19T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:06:06.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscing life</title><content type='html'>on my way home, i had sudden craving for icecream, so went to the provision shop to get my GREEN popsicle/ ice cream. the uncle was boasting about his fish and cheap shrimps he bought. Initially, i felt rather frustrated by his i-dont-care-about-your-$2.80-attitude. but after a second thought, i find it really cute. I have been living in simei for 10 years now, i've seen this uncle countless of times. He used to boast about his talented daughters who play tennis and golf really well. then he eventually stopped. (idk why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well alright. the main point of me blogging was to talk about my lime popsicle/ice cream. i cant conclude whether its ice cream or popsicle as the outer layer is made out of lime flavoured ice but the inner layer is made out creamy white thing. LOl but anw, it brought back many memories. days where i wou;d beg mummy to buy me one and then i would regret buying it, cos i would have found another tastier icecream. i use to be very fickle minded and i always give up half way. HAHA but hazel aint the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SmLhpg1eulI/AAAAAAAABX8/In0LqQ8ELPQ/s1600-h/SNC00188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SmLhpg1eulI/AAAAAAAABX8/In0LqQ8ELPQ/s200/SNC00188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360094609829444178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SmLhperbqnI/AAAAAAAABX0/0nUjqniXH1o/s1600-h/SNC00175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SmLhperbqnI/AAAAAAAABX0/0nUjqniXH1o/s200/SNC00175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360094609250429554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SmLho01ModI/AAAAAAAABXs/A8hGtConEyY/s1600-h/SNC00167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SmLho01ModI/AAAAAAAABXs/A8hGtConEyY/s200/SNC00167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360094598017098194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! and while talking to amanda, i realised. i havent been myself lately. and haikal chong is right, i shldnt care wat ppl think of me. (well, excluding weekdays) i shld be ME. thats how i made gd frens. thats how ppl get to know me, because im so ME. yeah. so i shld stop trying to be someone im not. *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so ME,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SmLhp_bTIRI/AAAAAAAABYE/qPHWinA5cjg/s1600-h/SNC00547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SmLhp_bTIRI/AAAAAAAABYE/qPHWinA5cjg/s200/SNC00547.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360094618041131282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;( psss. the noob beside me is none other than haikal chong. :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-2798848953242850443?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/2798848953242850443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=2798848953242850443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2798848953242850443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2798848953242850443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/reminiscing-life.html' title='reminiscing life'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SmLhpg1eulI/AAAAAAAABX8/In0LqQ8ELPQ/s72-c/SNC00188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-3973083320981291226</id><published>2009-07-19T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T13:53:43.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad sad story</title><content type='html'>ah, ok hazel's emotional post are over. *punch both fist up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently feeling rather brain dead. Dx &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this the emo-season or what? everybody seem to be suffering from bitterness. sighsigh adolence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh! dance is going really well *do visa card dance* YESSS! please pay attention to national day alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOPIEEEEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*star jumping*&lt;br /&gt;HAZEL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-3973083320981291226?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/3973083320981291226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=3973083320981291226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3973083320981291226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3973083320981291226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad-sad-story.html' title='sad sad story'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-5274284260316395581</id><published>2009-07-16T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:27:16.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling into a deep, black hole.</title><content type='html'>i think im on the verge of getting depression.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the stress and pressure are absorbing whatever i have away. its like a vampire, draining away all your blood. i dont know how long can i continue. its really tough. very tough. i live in negativity. its horrid. my world is no longer covered with lush of greens. its now a black, demonic world. *EFFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything that used to be for the love became a burden. maybe i wasnt striving for the best, instead i was greedy, too afraid to lose. my better week aint coming really soon. what am i suppose to do? everything isnt going my way. NOTHING ok. i dont know how am i going to do well in my exams, i dont know how to complete choreography by next week. i dont know how to make my prefects listen to me. i dont know how am i going to ask them to tuck in their blouses/shirt or wear their ties. i dont know how am i going to have the energy to stay awake. i dont know how to wake up at 5.30 to do back exercise. SHIT IT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS BEING AN ORDINARY! i wanna be normal. i wanna hangout after school. i too wanna tuck out my blouse for all i care. i wanna take out my tie. i wanna scream and shout for all i care. i wanna go running around with my friends. i wanna do what i want to do. but, i cant. hazel has been restrained. well, great responsibilty comes with great suffers i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE SUCK .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(im sorry for this emotion-trashing post. D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me whats wrong, these are the wrongs. but i cant do anything. why not you present me with a solution instead of a question? PLEasE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-5274284260316395581?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/5274284260316395581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=5274284260316395581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5274284260316395581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5274284260316395581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/falling-into-deep-black-hole.html' title='falling into a deep, black hole.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-359667176761068215</id><published>2009-07-12T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:05:31.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can dance!</title><content type='html'>HAZEL CAN DANCE HAZEL CAN DANCE HAZEL CAN DANCE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H A Z E L  C A N  D A N C E ! ! ! ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to show my joy, i would love to make the words bigger, but i cant find the thingy thing i use. darn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREAM WITH ME,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;/B&gt; *sticks tongue out and scream!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-although i will have to endure the pain after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i can do pe! but damn, how am i going to do my 2.4 when i havent been running for 6 mth?! oh shit. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-359667176761068215?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/359667176761068215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=359667176761068215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/359667176761068215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/359667176761068215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-can-dance.html' title='i can dance!'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-3791120384639635478</id><published>2009-07-12T03:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T03:21:26.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imaginations kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00b300"&gt;DAMN. i think i creep myself out lah. can’t believe i’ve been such a bother. its like everything has been my own imaginations. my own guessing. nothing is true my dear hazel.&amp;nbsp; damn. im just plain stupid. hey, i wonder if you are aware that im talking about you?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00b300" size="6"&gt;SILLY OLD ME. D:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00b300" size="1"&gt;saddening uh, well hazel. thats life. and its sure to turn out better. it always do. i guess.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00b300" size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040" size="1"&gt;NU REN.&amp;nbsp; dont cry too much alright. HAZEL IS GONNA LOVE YOU TILL ETERNITY &amp;lt;3 get that ****er to scram man. such poop! &amp;gt;[ you deserve somebody gazillion times better! take your time, but promise to move on alright? :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ok,&amp;nbsp; shit i forgot what im suppose to say. .__. is this black? or grey? HAHA. my week had been horrible. please let something better take over the sorrows. please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please.&amp;nbsp; but please allow rain to go first. she can have my better week. just make her stronger. HAZEL CAN WAIT.!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;oh yes, i remember it now. there is this guy whose rather stalker-ish in fb. he comments on mostly everything i do. D: yucky. LOLS (i hope he doesnt see this) fyi, i have biscuit crumbs all over me. (?!!?)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-3791120384639635478?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/3791120384639635478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=3791120384639635478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3791120384639635478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3791120384639635478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/imaginations-kill.html' title='imaginations kill'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-6023508923133771234</id><published>2009-07-11T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:33:30.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as sweet as lollies. as bitter as the gourd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;I was randomly browsing through my msn contact list when i saw one of my beloved friend’s nick.&amp;nbsp; (shall not name the person or they are gonna couple-corner me again) *shiverrrrs* LAUGHS. I just find these people being in love. It some how makes me happy too. its just really cute. its like you can sense the innocence in a pure, simple relationship, when 2 sees a great future ahead of them. aint it just so sweet?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#004080"&gt;On the contrary,&amp;nbsp; it makes me feel so painful whenever i see a couple falling apart, its sad. i mean like they once felt so in love and so blissful, but no matter how much they cherish each other, something is gonna happen and break them apart. dont you think it breaks your heart to see a couple like that?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff80"&gt;&lt;font color="#00e874"&gt;ok, i think my different colour thing is like&lt;/font&gt; annoying. ;D but its suppose to show my different mood. LOL im so full of crap. so in conclusion, ok, idk .___&amp;gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff80"&gt;oh yes, my day was really trashed. i definately wasnt angry neither did i blame you guys. its just painful to know that your very own friends wont listen to you. i felt like an incompetent loser. it was awful. thankyou rain for helping me &amp;lt;3 it was really nice of you. and im sorry guys for walking off like that. i didnt wanna break down in front of you. it would be horrid. D: haha im such a loser. DAMN.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff80"&gt;thank you poopie and shimin for running after me. it sure was embarrassing but i understand you guys meant well. thankyou girls.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff80"&gt;and thankyou raymond for your kind words. i totally appreciate it. thanks! and glad your week had turned for the better. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff80" size="6"&gt;i told you life will turnout &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff80" size="6"&gt;better after sufferings! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff80" size="1"&gt;CHEERS.&amp;nbsp; (oh and happy birthday my baby mahjong &amp;lt;3 )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff80" size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-6023508923133771234?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/6023508923133771234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=6023508923133771234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6023508923133771234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6023508923133771234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-sweet-as-lollies-as-bitter-as-gourd.html' title='as sweet as lollies. as bitter as the gourd.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-2555688638931371712</id><published>2009-07-09T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:39:52.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love it this way, and i would rather believe it the way i like it to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, dont let it be wrong. i never wanna wake up from my sweetest dream boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-2555688638931371712?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/2555688638931371712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=2555688638931371712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2555688638931371712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2555688638931371712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-it-this-way-and-i-would-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-655621498125150625</id><published>2009-07-08T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:00:46.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pms moments. .___.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00d700"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00d700"&gt;AH ! i hate it when i suffer from PMS moments. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; i swear it is irritating ok.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00d700"&gt;eg, i shifted my lappy 3-5 times&amp;nbsp; just to find a right position but basically there aint any diff. HAHAHA!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00d700"&gt;and i took out my 3 poa ws , placed it on my bed. rolled around for a LONG time. took it up. looked at it. place it back NEATLY into my spongebob file. HAHAHA (pms symtoms)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00a600"&gt;SHIT.! I&amp;nbsp; just dropped my spongebob bottle into this hole. –.- AHHH. dont bother! LOLS see see see!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00a600"&gt;hopefully these greens will make me happier. :DDD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-655621498125150625?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/655621498125150625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=655621498125150625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/655621498125150625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/655621498125150625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/pms-moments.html' title='pms moments. .___.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-8427994435692915773</id><published>2009-07-08T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:27:55.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vivian liew</title><content type='html'>i just found this rather amusing, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" V says:                                 "&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHAHA WOOHOO! I'll lose weight for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheeers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlSCpTprmXI/AAAAAAAABXE/9ilLDB07ivM/s1600-h/n637877128_1753783_4433273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlSCpTprmXI/AAAAAAAABXE/9ilLDB07ivM/s200/n637877128_1753783_4433273.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356049503011707250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-8427994435692915773?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/8427994435692915773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=8427994435692915773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/8427994435692915773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/8427994435692915773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/vivian-liew.html' title='vivian liew'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlSCpTprmXI/AAAAAAAABXE/9ilLDB07ivM/s72-c/n637877128_1753783_4433273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-9122368924986556367</id><published>2009-07-08T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:53:23.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insecurity.</title><content type='html'>im really feeling very frustrated and lost. and i really need a place to let it out, however the blog is never personal and will never be. especially with new expectations to meet, hazel can no long do as she wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. this was what i chose. serve you right hazel ang. aw man. i really need a moment to let it all out. is there anyone whose willing to listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; HAZEL DREADS THIS!!! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im scared. and i really dont know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-9122368924986556367?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/9122368924986556367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=9122368924986556367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/9122368924986556367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/9122368924986556367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/insecurity.html' title='insecurity.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-1442678450772364327</id><published>2009-07-07T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:22:22.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment of loss.</title><content type='html'>Somehow, idk why, many people around me are like in love. sweetly inlove. rain and her boyf, leonard and qiting, joyce and richie. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, ocassionally i envy these couple. well, there ARE times where you feel the loneliness and long for somebody to share your joy and tears with. however, there are also times where i simply enjoy being single. HAHA. well, all thanks to adolence, i have to endure such mix emotions. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i only met you after i chose my path. since its already too late, i know i have to move on and enjoy every single bit of it. too bad hazel, HAHA if only i met you earlier, would things be different? lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my girl, please protect yourself ok. although i might eventually forget you or smth, i really wanna see you safe and happy. please dont do anything you're gonna regret in future. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAZEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlMvpWTc-NI/AAAAAAAABW8/9yY5iw0x2iA/s1600-h/SNC00506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlMvpWTc-NI/AAAAAAAABW8/9yY5iw0x2iA/s200/SNC00506.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355676769281964242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-1442678450772364327?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/1442678450772364327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=1442678450772364327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/1442678450772364327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/1442678450772364327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/moment-of-loss.html' title='A moment of loss.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlMvpWTc-NI/AAAAAAAABW8/9yY5iw0x2iA/s72-c/SNC00506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-6255858466400336330</id><published>2009-07-06T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:21:15.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz by ah-man-da low</title><content type='html'>1) Who was the last person you texted ?  vivian liew fatass ;D&lt;br /&gt;2) Who was the first person that texted you today ? DAD. -,-&lt;br /&gt;3) Who was the last person you last met ? MUMMY &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;4) Would you consider yourself spoiled ? HAHA under certain circumstance yes.&lt;br /&gt;5) What time did you went to bed last night ? 4 am HAHA. was blogging about mum until the lappy went looney &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Have you ever had a best friend who is opposite sex ? like many?&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you want someone dead ? nope. world peace *twist*&lt;br /&gt;8) What are you thinking right now ? what should i write here? LOL&lt;br /&gt;9) Who was the last person you took picture with ? poopie tan ying hui x8&lt;br /&gt;10) Do you wish someone was with you right now ? HAHA! yes. &gt;&lt; *blush* lol&lt;br /&gt;11) Who are you talking to right now ? vivian on sms, kaiwen on msn. (the other ppl online didnt reply .__.)&lt;br /&gt;12) What does the last message say ? '' remy! lol why not. haha '' to poops&lt;br /&gt;13) Is someone in your mind ? wah lao. idiot lah.  YESSS&lt;br /&gt;14) Who is complaining to you right now ? vivian liew. ;D she and her ugly boy. LOL&lt;br /&gt;15) 10 people tagged to do quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.ELYSIA (HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;2.AMANDA (HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;3.SHERLYN&lt;br /&gt;4.RAYMOND&lt;br /&gt;5.CHERYL WONG&lt;br /&gt;6.CLAUDIA&lt;br /&gt;7.REMY&lt;br /&gt;8.CHIAWEI&lt;br /&gt;9.ELDON&lt;br /&gt;10.VIVIAN LIEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) When was the last time you chatted with 3 (Sherlyn) ? friday!&lt;br /&gt;17) What if 5 and 10 quarrel (cheryl and vivian) ? its gonna be hell HAHA but i doubt they will lahs.&lt;br /&gt;18) Who is 1 having a relationship with (elysia) ? i think its fa mei shu or teyzeeeyeee. LOL&lt;br /&gt;19) Is 9 fierce (eldon) ? i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;20) Is 3 &amp; 4 studying at the same school (sherlyn and raymond) ? nope. sherlyn is my no life classmate while raymond is in rp, applied science. ARGH. that sucker! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Who is 2 to you (amanda) ?someone really precious, please stop hurting urself my girl. i dwanna see u die ok&lt;br /&gt;22) How did you know 10 (vivian) ?HAHA dance! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;23) When did you last talk to 6 &amp; 8 (claudia,chiawei)? yesterday i guess?&lt;br /&gt;24) Are you close with 7 (remy) ? average bah. clasmates for 3 yrs.!&lt;br /&gt;25) How long have you know 1 (elysia) ? 3 bloody years! love my bestfren&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;26) What if 5 &amp; 7 fight (cheryl and remy) ? HAHAHA then it will be scary. both are fierce. LOL&lt;br /&gt;27) How long have you known 9 (eldon) ? 1 yr.! LOL&lt;br /&gt;28) Say something about 2 (amanda) . hahas she very emotional de lor &gt;&lt; but she is really nice and precious to me &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;29) Is 4 trustworthy (raymond) ? yes, should be lah. haha nv shared secrets with him before. LOL&lt;br /&gt;30) Who is 1 to you (elysia) ? HAHA my super precious dumb poopish bestfren &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;31) Do you argue with 7 everytime (remy) ? HAHA when we touch on the topics fat,ugly,noob,curly hair,flat,dumb. YES.&lt;br /&gt;32) How well do you know 5 (cheryl) ? i would say very well bah. LOL she is like another precious woman to me &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;33) Do you know things about 1 (elysia) ? TSK. why always about her uh! ._. yeah. she wonders where is her prince charming. LOL D:&lt;br /&gt;34) Is 2 &amp; 9 schoolmates (amanda and eldon) ? yeaps. but amanda is from sec 3 while eldon is sec 4&lt;br /&gt;35) What if 4 &amp; 10 fight (raymond and vivian) ? they dont know each other. but if they do, i'll be in a dilemma! &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-6255858466400336330?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/6255858466400336330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=6255858466400336330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6255858466400336330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6255858466400336330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/quiz-by-ah-man-da-low.html' title='quiz by ah-man-da low'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-266149029313512030</id><published>2009-07-06T02:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:09:44.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mother &lt;3</title><content type='html'>When you think of Hazel, describing words that would come to you would be like, crazy,active,loud,noisy,boyish,crappy etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlGTahYC5oI/AAAAAAAABWM/CL_cLZhtyfU/s1600-h/SNC00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlGTahYC5oI/AAAAAAAABWM/CL_cLZhtyfU/s200/SNC00018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355223515765335682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were sitting around the dining table last night, Leonard and Tzy was telling my family about the time where i made a boy cry when i was barely in sec one. (well, it wasnt TOTALLY my fault, the boy was rather wheeenie. LOL) so yes. it was an act of 'MACHO-NESS' and according to my mum, she once boxed a boy in the face and he went home crying. *ouch* so yes. first sign of alike-ness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, hazel ALWAYS claim that she is really pretty,intelligent (whatever thats good) and her mum does the same too. During CNY, while my friends were over for table barbeque, mum came over and asked 'i am cuter than my daughter righttt?' and of course, everybody was shocked. me included. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more, im always 'drooling' over ridiculously hot boys, for example my ever so hot lee min ho. alike, my mum has a hot idol too. he is ethan ruan. also known as ruan jing tian. this taiwanese actor is well known for his sex appeal and yes. my mum describes him as 'SHIOOOOK and SSSSSSSLURP' lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so verdict! im just like mummy! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlGTbmNwrsI/AAAAAAAABWk/XkB893gKVNw/s1600-h/SNC00702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlGTbmNwrsI/AAAAAAAABWk/XkB893gKVNw/s200/SNC00702.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355223534244245186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well yes, i came up with a thankyou list. (on the spot ;D i'll try to come up with 50)&lt;br /&gt;1. thankyou mummy for giving birth to me! (w/o this, i wont be able to have great friends!)&lt;br /&gt;2.  thankyou mummy for cooking superb food for me (fyi, mum's a chef.)&lt;br /&gt;3.  thankyou mummy for teaching me how to appreciate food. (with that, food is like god to me. X:)&lt;br /&gt;4.  thankyou mummy for making sure i look good as a lil girl. (i had lotsa suitors ok!)&lt;br /&gt;5.  thankyou mummy for taking plenty of photographs of me as a lil girl. (i have like 6 albums of memories!)&lt;br /&gt;7.  thankyou mummy for introduing me to dancing. (the first dance i learnt was chacha.)&lt;br /&gt;8.  thankyou mummy for caning me when i was a kid. (or i would turn bratty)&lt;br /&gt;9.  thankyou mummy for standing up for me. &lt;br /&gt;10. thankyou mummy for always telling me what to do when i come home crying. &lt;br /&gt;11. thankyou mummy for allowing me to sleep with her when i had nightmares. (i had creepy dreams as a lil girl!)&lt;br /&gt;12. thankyou mummy for not scolding me when i fail my first exam. (i was super scared! p5!)&lt;br /&gt;13. thankyou mummy for putting up with my brattiness. (i use to be horrid in sec 1)&lt;br /&gt;14. thankyou mummy for not giving up on me.&lt;br /&gt;15. thankyou mummy for showing that you care.&lt;br /&gt;16. thankyou mummy for believing in me once again.&lt;br /&gt;17. thankyou mummy for worrying for me.&lt;br /&gt;18. thankyou mummy for being my first fans. (mummy loved my dancing)&lt;br /&gt;19. thankyou mummy for telling me that im special.&lt;br /&gt;20. thankyou mummy for supporting me. (she loves the fact that i love dance)&lt;br /&gt;21. thankyou mummy for giving me so much money to spend.&lt;br /&gt;22. thankyou mummy for being so cool. (my friends love her! &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;23. thankyou mummy for being such a good sport. (she is super on de!)&lt;br /&gt;24. thankyou mummy for being my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;25. thankyou mummy for making me independent.&lt;br /&gt;26. thankyou mummy for your life stories.&lt;br /&gt;27. thankyou mummy for suffering so i can enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;28. thankyou mummy for spending so much on my medical bills.&lt;br /&gt;29. thankyou mummy for making me your princess.&lt;br /&gt;30. thankyou mummy for being Hazel Ang Han Ling's mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlEB0JH5bBI/AAAAAAAABV8/a3LqJCGCvag/s1600-h/SNC00681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlEB0JH5bBI/AAAAAAAABV8/a3LqJCGCvag/s200/SNC00681.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355063427234098194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ok i cant think of anymore. so im gonna do sorrys! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. mummy im sorry for doubting that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;32. mummy im sorry for being so rude.&lt;br /&gt;33. mummy im sorry for making you cry.&lt;br /&gt;34. mummy im sorry for being so rebellious.&lt;br /&gt;35. mummy im sorry for not listening to you.&lt;br /&gt;36. mummy im sorry for opposing you.&lt;br /&gt;37. mummy im sorry for not being strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;38. mummy im sorry for not doing well in exams.&lt;br /&gt;39. mummy im sorry for making you worry.&lt;br /&gt;40. mummy im sorry for making your heartache (when you see me spending so much time in school)&lt;br /&gt;41. mummy im sorry for being so messy (you have to nag at me all day to pack my room)&lt;br /&gt;42. mummy im sorry for the fact that you have to work so hard.&lt;br /&gt;43. mummy im sorry for not being able to help.&lt;br /&gt;44. mummy im sorry for being so naiive.&lt;br /&gt;45. mummy im sorry for lying.&lt;br /&gt;46. mummy im sorry for being angry.&lt;br /&gt;47. mummy im sorry for being rude.&lt;br /&gt;48. mummy im sorry for spending so much.&lt;br /&gt;49. mummy im sorry for disappointing you.&lt;br /&gt;50. mummy im sorry that you have to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlGTbFGvelI/AAAAAAAABWc/NX7WXT4Y4p0/s1600-h/SNC00932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlGTbFGvelI/AAAAAAAABWc/NX7WXT4Y4p0/s200/SNC00932.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355223525356436050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy, i really love you. now that im older, i could understand your pain. whenever i watch you work, i admire you. you always do your best. however, it really breaks my heart when i see you work so hard. mummy, thankyou. thankyou for putting up with my nonsense for 15 years. im sure it has been tedious. Mummy, im not going to let you down. not this time. mummy, im so sorry for quarrelling with you over nothing. im sorry for being so rebellious when i was in sec 1. im sorry that you had to worry for me EVERYDAY. i promise its never going to happen again. mummy, hazel is a big girl now. but i still need you mummy. you are like my cushion. someone for me to fall on and cry when im in trouble. someone whom i know is on my side. somebody who would tell me that i look horrible in this dress or tell me that i look like a moron with my new haircut. however, youre also someone who will tell me that you love watching me dance. or telling me youre proud of me for doing well. oh mother, you're someone i will never being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlGTa6XCVfI/AAAAAAAABWU/mBGzngLBJeE/s1600-h/SNC00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlGTa6XCVfI/AAAAAAAABWU/mBGzngLBJeE/s200/SNC00036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355223522471990770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 CHEERS TO HAZEL'S MUM! &lt;br /&gt;hip hip horray!&lt;br /&gt;hip hip horray!&lt;br /&gt;hip hip horray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday, mummy. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlGUtLTYwaI/AAAAAAAABW0/XM04DUph4P4/s1600-h/mum+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlGUtLTYwaI/AAAAAAAABW0/XM04DUph4P4/s200/mum+bday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355224935769358754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAH mum is gonna kick my ass if she sees this! D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlGUs553OrI/AAAAAAAABWs/s_dsybYkcJk/s1600-h/SNC00128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlGUs553OrI/AAAAAAAABWs/s_dsybYkcJk/s200/SNC00128.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355224931098901170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-266149029313512030?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/266149029313512030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=266149029313512030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/266149029313512030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/266149029313512030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-mother-3.html' title='my mother &lt;3'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlGTahYC5oI/AAAAAAAABWM/CL_cLZhtyfU/s72-c/SNC00018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-4400336212361965314</id><published>2009-07-06T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T02:55:52.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my great attempt to emo</title><content type='html'>i was feeling rather bored and &lt;i&gt;emotional&lt;/i&gt; . *opens mouth widely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think im rather crazy, but i really felt like it. i tried posting something emo( look at previous post) but well, thats all i could manage. HAHA im not exactly happy, but im def not tearing anytime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; hey you, hazel ang. why are you not crying!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha this IS silly haha. okay, actually i tried to emo (as in the crying and feeling all negative kind) because i felt sad for people who are heartbroken and for people who forgot how to love or anything. and also for teenagers for passing through heartbreaks. its sad you know, damn. &lt;s&gt;LOL&lt;/s&gt; lol isnt the right word to use. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i actually forgot how to emo, i mean, i do have probs. and like bgr kinds. i think. well this is so silly. ADOLENCE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i have to off topic for a little while. there is this zhoooomp zhooomp sound outside. and i swear it sounds rather scary, it sounds like some deadly machine coming to life. HAHA okay, maybe im just over reacting. you see, hazel is really timid, and she is scared of lotsa stuff. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and &lt;strong&gt; MUMMY, I LOVE YOU! &lt;333333&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlD3Gr1wHOI/AAAAAAAABV0/ua4z_k48boY/s1600-h/SNC00483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlD3Gr1wHOI/AAAAAAAABV0/ua4z_k48boY/s200/SNC00483.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355051651162971362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-4400336212361965314?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/4400336212361965314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=4400336212361965314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4400336212361965314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4400336212361965314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-great-attempt-to-emo.html' title='my great attempt to emo'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SlD3Gr1wHOI/AAAAAAAABV0/ua4z_k48boY/s72-c/SNC00483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-4745896980587667670</id><published>2009-07-06T02:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T02:09:53.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if only you could appear right here. right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-4745896980587667670?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/4745896980587667670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=4745896980587667670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4745896980587667670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4745896980587667670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-only-you-could-appear-right-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-8775286348569982184</id><published>2009-07-04T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:45:08.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ants &gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>ants are like bitches! (ok weird description)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like squashing them lah! they come so fast ok? kick their ass! ARGH. &lt;br /&gt;and they make me feel so itchy! darn it. especially when u see them scurrying. but i promise not to kill :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! holy hazel yoh! omg the ants are getting on my nerves ok. they are &lt;u&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/u&gt; after PTF. OMGOMG. they are like on the com table, in my room. EVERYWHERE lo. grosss &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  D O N T  L I K E  A N T S ! ! ! &gt; &lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-8775286348569982184?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/8775286348569982184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=8775286348569982184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/8775286348569982184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/8775286348569982184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/ants.html' title='ants &gt;&lt;'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-8714930609188329252</id><published>2009-07-03T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:31:16.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hazel's first week of school!</title><content type='html'>school have been a pleasure (: well. most of the time. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazel hosted her first prefects' meeting! and i swear its cool. like super excited to work with the sec ones okay! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im like super tired so my brain is like 60% frozen. &gt;,&lt; oh! and hazel have been working hard. somehow, im like super motivated to study. rather random! Amaths was a pleasure, FOR THE FIRST TIME! OMG i feel like a smarty pants already! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeap, never felt this wonderful before. HAHA BATTERY! great to have a battery to boost you up. teehee. (you may like to ignore this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! its mum's birthday tommorrow. cant believe she is 50 already. ;D she is gonna kick my ass if she finds out that i blogged about her age. *opens mouth widely to laugh* my mum aint the typical mum actually, she kinda go gaga over ruan jing tian. !&lt;br /&gt;omg ok. its disturbing. and she claims that she have a suitor! i cant believe it ok. its MY mum. *gawd* alright, mum's story is a NEVER ending one. shall post it tmr, when its her birthday! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, went for lunch with elysia today. it has been a long time since i left school before 1. SHIOK ok. but i kinda prefer leaving at 5+6. okay, im getting no life you see. HAHA went to bakerzin. aint very nice actually. and the macarons. LOLs wanted to try it because it actually looks like spongebob's colour patties. LOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/Sk4jxMbke9I/AAAAAAAABVs/-SsNH-K_JYQ/s1600-h/SNC00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/Sk4jxMbke9I/AAAAAAAABVs/-SsNH-K_JYQ/s200/SNC00115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354256335047523282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/Sk4jwQ3THGI/AAAAAAAABVk/n5aBsi4po3g/s1600-h/SNC00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/Sk4jwQ3THGI/AAAAAAAABVk/n5aBsi4po3g/s200/SNC00119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354256319057697890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/Sk4jwOBb8uI/AAAAAAAABVc/TJyZA7_PZV4/s1600-h/SNC00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/Sk4jwOBb8uI/AAAAAAAABVc/TJyZA7_PZV4/s200/SNC00118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354256318294913762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/Sk4jvo_vpGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Feet80LA8fc/s1600-h/SNC00117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/Sk4jvo_vpGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Feet80LA8fc/s200/SNC00117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354256308355703906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i seriously cannot take it anymore. im so tired. LOLs and damn it. im seriously getting no life. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa yawns,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/Sk4jvBqtnOI/AAAAAAAABVM/IgCagh0Jup8/s1600-h/SNC00116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/Sk4jvBqtnOI/AAAAAAAABVM/IgCagh0Jup8/s200/SNC00116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354256297798507746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-8714930609188329252?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/8714930609188329252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=8714930609188329252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/8714930609188329252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/8714930609188329252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/hazels-first-week-of-school.html' title='hazel&apos;s first week of school!'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/Sk4jxMbke9I/AAAAAAAABVs/-SsNH-K_JYQ/s72-c/SNC00115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-4652678939540922828</id><published>2009-07-01T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:20:11.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bestfriend (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/Skt-iffiiWI/AAAAAAAABVE/4B-UXqwqpHU/s1600-h/SNC00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/Skt-iffiiWI/AAAAAAAABVE/4B-UXqwqpHU/s200/SNC00055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353511713094404450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i finally agree with what raymond said. well he said cherish the friends around you, boyfs. can wait. (smth like that lah!) and yes. he is right. elysia is somebody really precious. but sorry, she is MY bestfriend. and gonna be for another milennia! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if she is a lil goondoo? she is the bestest of all. so what if she post about lame stuff to make me feel better? its the thoughts that count and whatever she've done is the sweetest thing . it might be a simple post of encouragement. Seeing that makes me stronger. thankyou elysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i use to think myself as a pathetic young soul, but hey, when i look around, i realise i have much more. so what if my back is killing me. having precious loved ones with me is like having millions of people patting on your back saying ''fret not.'' im glad i have you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, elysia is reeally blur and dumb and irritating and goondoo and plainly noobish. i still love her. she is someone whose gonna support me whenever im in trouble. she once said ''if you wanna be headprefect, then go for it. i will support you'' it might seem rather plain here. but it means a lot to me. thankyou elysia tan ying hui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and boys, if you dont want elysia tan. its your lost! so what if she is auntyish. she is the best bestfriend ever and the best wife in future! (although she cannot cook or wash or clean)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, do you wanna buy my petite bestfriend? terms and conditions apply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-4652678939540922828?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/4652678939540922828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=4652678939540922828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4652678939540922828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4652678939540922828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-bestfriend.html' title='my bestfriend (:'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/Skt-iffiiWI/AAAAAAAABVE/4B-UXqwqpHU/s72-c/SNC00055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-7021717830635150785</id><published>2009-07-01T18:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:42:32.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hazel just need a space to whine. &gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>hazel is feeling really helpless. i hate the fact that i cannot be in control of my body. i hate the fact that idk what is happening in my body. whatever the doctors said are like rubbish to me. it dont even seem to make sense. everyone is telling me different things. i hate it. what exactly is happening? every doctor has their own explanation. i seriously hate being pushed around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if you happily entered my blog and happen to see this long dreadful post. i really needed a space to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been spending money on rubbbish. rubbish that i've heard more than 10 times. i hate it. why am i like that? why are terrifying problems always intefering my life. why must this ruin my life? especially when life seems perfect for me. when i am loving my life to the fullest. why must this happen? i dont even know whats wrong with the bloody back. if its really only going to heal in 5 years, idk how to live with it. maybe you can teach me? does anyone understand? although it doesnt kill my body, it kills my soul. it kills the hope in me. the dreams i have. the strength within me. besides, im sure it worries my parents and my no longer young grandma. i dont want them to see my pain. even my beloved mahjong understands that im in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. i have dreams people! do you understand? i cannot waste my time on healing my bloody back. fuck the pain. the doctor says it is no big deal. he see scoliosis patients everyday. but hey, do they get horrid numbness in their back and leg? i dont like this at all. i hate the pain. i hate it. i detest it. go away. i dont want to be injured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazel is an active person u asshole . hazel runs and jumps and go crazy. hazel cannot live with plainly walking. hazel is sporty. so what if she is never good at it? hazel still loves a game of soccer. or dragon boating. whatever. hazel loves the outdoors! i feel like a handicap. do you understand that i havent been going for pe for almost half a yr?! oh fuck it. if hazel have to give up dancing, i swear im gonna lose it for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi, dance is the only thing i can call my talent. dance is the only thing hazel didnt give up. i would always remember my mum saying this 'why bother learning dancing when you're going to give up in less than 3 mths?!' but hey. it has been 7 years of dance. yes, it might not be very long. and i might not be really good at it. but it made me who i am. it groomed me. i didnt give dance up when i was bullied. it made hazel ang strong. it made hazel ang the chairperson of dance club today. it built me up. dance is part of me. im never giving it up. mum says i can resume dance after im alright. hey. its 5 years! FIVE BLOODY YEARS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill me if you could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-7021717830635150785?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/7021717830635150785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=7021717830635150785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/7021717830635150785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/7021717830635150785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/07/hazel-just-need-space-to-whine.html' title='hazel just need a space to whine. &gt;&lt;'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-5021905864667943632</id><published>2009-06-28T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:37:51.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of paraaaaadise!</title><content type='html'>its the last day of the june holidays! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn &gt;&lt; im gonna miss you, my beloved holidays! so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkdxJmCeNcI/AAAAAAAABU8/QI8U8X3OmW8/s1600-h/SNC00084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkdxJmCeNcI/AAAAAAAABU8/QI8U8X3OmW8/s200/SNC00084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352371091796800962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkdxJTCI7gI/AAAAAAAABU0/nadOQ_41tWM/s1600-h/SNC00020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkdxJTCI7gI/AAAAAAAABU0/nadOQ_41tWM/s200/SNC00020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352371086695132674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkdxI284z_I/AAAAAAAABUs/eqH8RWf2AG4/s1600-h/SNC00932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkdxI284z_I/AAAAAAAABUs/eqH8RWf2AG4/s200/SNC00932.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352371079156912114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkdxIpizzrI/AAAAAAAABUk/Zdqn-vUX95w/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090611_32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkdxIpizzrI/AAAAAAAABUk/Zdqn-vUX95w/s200/Snapshot_20090611_32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352371075557871282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkdxIYb3wrI/AAAAAAAABUc/MMwJ1cfxOo0/s1600-h/building-edit-cont.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkdxIYb3wrI/AAAAAAAABUc/MMwJ1cfxOo0/s200/building-edit-cont.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352371070965367474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. thats basically the summary of my holidays. i think. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im gonna miss intense blogging. oh and i have to go prepare myself mentally now &gt;&lt; and of course, complete as many hws as possible *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-5021905864667943632?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/5021905864667943632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=5021905864667943632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5021905864667943632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5021905864667943632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-day-of-paraaaaadise.html' title='last day of paraaaaadise!'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkdxJmCeNcI/AAAAAAAABU8/QI8U8X3OmW8/s72-c/SNC00084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-165621220559604571</id><published>2009-06-28T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:19:49.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff about a random day (:</title><content type='html'>feeling really random today &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkZUX7KfQ0I/AAAAAAAABUM/C6J9h3cniQg/s1600-h/building2-edit-cont.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkZUX7KfQ0I/AAAAAAAABUM/C6J9h3cniQg/s200/building2-edit-cont.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352057977171821378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its really cool! took it during psychology course at NP lol (although i look darn obscene &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, woke up by a random call by ms shirley wong (!?!!?) . randomly went 'uhhh' when she called. LOL and wanted to get a glass of water but realised mum was singing REALLY LOUDLY to mahjong &lt;3 haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then washed my shoe with a random brush which i found on the toilet floor which caused my finger to hurt like crap. ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next randomly went out with elysia and yewen (amanda came later) went into a random cafe (phin's) served by a random waiter whose an indian but spoke to us in mandrin (i swear its bloody irritating) treated us like fools. DO WE LOOK LIKE WE CANT SPEAK ENGLISH DUDE?! omg. drank randomly horrid peach tea (we should have known since it was recommended  by the random waiter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought random pencil cases with elysia and amanda. and insisted of heart shapes. HAHA. &lt;i&gt; you-know-why-dont-you?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to granny, skip that part to coming home. randomly walked to the WRONG busstop. and i got lost (once again) you noe what's the best thing?! i came from that direction previously! when i finally found the busstop, i realised there isnt the bus i wanted. -,-!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked back. wanted to buy thermometer and guess what. the kopitiam only have 2 stalls! drinks + zi cha. OMH la. ghost kopitiam lor. and can u believe it?! 7-11 actually closed down! SEVEN ELEVEN DUDE! *faints* so took the bus. blah blah blah. &lt;STRONG&gt; OH AND I SAW ELYSIA'S OLD FLAME ON MY WAY HOME! WINK ;D&lt;/STRONG&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random random. OH! and huangjunpei says he rocks. &lt;u&gt;SO NOT LOR. &lt;/u&gt; can you believe it?! this dude is 21 this yr and he picks on lil girls like me! TSK. no life. MWAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa randomness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkZUYNyPESI/AAAAAAAABUU/48MF2DyIe1w/s1600-h/SNC00224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkZUYNyPESI/AAAAAAAABUU/48MF2DyIe1w/s200/SNC00224.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352057982170370338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-165621220559604571?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/165621220559604571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=165621220559604571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/165621220559604571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/165621220559604571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-stuff-about-random-day.html' title='random stuff about a random day (:'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkZUX7KfQ0I/AAAAAAAABUM/C6J9h3cniQg/s72-c/building2-edit-cont.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-5382453208710428005</id><published>2009-06-27T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:57:41.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hazel, headprefect?</title><content type='html'>i cant believe sch reopens on monday &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not because homeworks are not done (okay, partly lah) but mostly because the result for headprefect election will be out. imagine if Hazel wins the election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats gonna happen? like yes, i have A LOT of plans but, me. HAZEL. the crappy,slack, noisy,crazy,playful,lazy,messy,loud,slow,hyperactive hazel to be headprefect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. the pressure is pushing me already! imagine the headprefect being unable to complete her assignments. or falling asleep in class. or using her handphone in class or eating in class or copying homeworks or tucking out her blouse or talking or smth. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I REALISE HEADPREFECTS DONT HAVE LOVE LIFES.!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. hazel. i cant believe this. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freakking out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkUL4GmsqBI/AAAAAAAABUE/jfzgYemIDLc/s1600-h/SNC00171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkUL4GmsqBI/AAAAAAAABUE/jfzgYemIDLc/s200/SNC00171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351696790673205266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-5382453208710428005?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/5382453208710428005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=5382453208710428005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5382453208710428005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5382453208710428005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/hazel-headprefect.html' title='hazel, headprefect?'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkUL4GmsqBI/AAAAAAAABUE/jfzgYemIDLc/s72-c/SNC00171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-5902445359789027879</id><published>2009-06-26T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:25:50.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dance god</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/michael%20jackson" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v165/Xtinka/michael/michael.jpg" border="0" alt="Michael Jackson Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet everybody around the world would be blogging about everybody's superstar Micheal Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i wasnt a big fan of him, neither was i an anti-michael person. i felt sad when i heard the news. no matter what, he was a huge trend setter. all his dance moves rocked the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was a legend. a hero, to the dance and music world. he was the moon walk-er, the one whom teenage boys looked up till this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of a sudden, Michael Jackson's horrible negative news dont seem to matter. His glorious days were the hot topic. No more scary sues. no more danger to kids. just the young, hot superstar wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this taught me a lesson, once you do something glorious and legendary, it stays with you. People will remember you for that, even on the day you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i feel extremely sad for the fact that the dance world lost their dance god. HIS MOVES WERE KILLERS. oh damn, if only i had 50% of his talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and amanda wants me to specify that &lt;u&gt; SHE IS NOT AN AH LIAN &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note that alright. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa loveeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkSFC90ShPI/AAAAAAAABT8/lCf3Kp69R38/s1600-h/SNC00748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkSFC90ShPI/AAAAAAAABT8/lCf3Kp69R38/s200/SNC00748.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351548543223104754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-5902445359789027879?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/5902445359789027879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=5902445359789027879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5902445359789027879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5902445359789027879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-god.html' title='dance god'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkSFC90ShPI/AAAAAAAABT8/lCf3Kp69R38/s72-c/SNC00748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-8961557974296561546</id><published>2009-06-26T15:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:45:24.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy people needs nothing</title><content type='html'>on our way to poopie house, amanda and i took plenty of pictures on the bus 23. We had so much fun, we dumbly missed our stop. Which caused us to walk 2 very far apart stops back. DARN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear boonkeng is a torture! D: i seriously dont know how to go about there. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR2JbGv5iI/AAAAAAAABRU/nTRZB4HbXRQ/s1600-h/SNC00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR2JbGv5iI/AAAAAAAABRU/nTRZB4HbXRQ/s200/SNC00008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351532161489954338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR2JAf8q2I/AAAAAAAABRM/WCrMmULE8RM/s1600-h/SNC00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR2JAf8q2I/AAAAAAAABRM/WCrMmULE8RM/s200/SNC00007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351532154347891554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR2I4VY-vI/AAAAAAAABRE/d9px3PDOMVE/s1600-h/SNC00005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR2I4VY-vI/AAAAAAAABRE/d9px3PDOMVE/s200/SNC00005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351532152156125938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR2Ih6vqpI/AAAAAAAABQ8/_L2KI_ClCn0/s1600-h/SNC00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR2Ih6vqpI/AAAAAAAABQ8/_L2KI_ClCn0/s200/SNC00003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351532146138786450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR2ILAApJI/AAAAAAAABQ0/wUks1OEjlKI/s1600-h/SNC00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR2ILAApJI/AAAAAAAABQ0/wUks1OEjlKI/s200/SNC00001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351532139986855058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR215HW9BI/AAAAAAAABRc/gJaKc3q2Hj8/s1600-h/SNC00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR215HW9BI/AAAAAAAABRc/gJaKc3q2Hj8/s200/SNC00009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351532925459821586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attempt to act cute. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR22Bdmx7I/AAAAAAAABRk/Nb7Nc-FEZa4/s1600-h/SNC00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR22Bdmx7I/AAAAAAAABRk/Nb7Nc-FEZa4/s200/SNC00012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351532927700617138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR22aejqKI/AAAAAAAABRs/GtsNPAQ1104/s1600-h/SNC00013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR22aejqKI/AAAAAAAABRs/GtsNPAQ1104/s200/SNC00013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351532934415493282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR22udyJdI/AAAAAAAABR0/lwoO5AqZXEs/s1600-h/SNC00017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR22udyJdI/AAAAAAAABR0/lwoO5AqZXEs/s200/SNC00017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351532939780957650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR225KLEwI/AAAAAAAABR8/dBWqzgWcLPA/s1600-h/SNC00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR225KLEwI/AAAAAAAABR8/dBWqzgWcLPA/s200/SNC00018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351532942651495170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR4HHZY1rI/AAAAAAAABSk/GJAIAaNuJn0/s1600-h/SNC00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR4HHZY1rI/AAAAAAAABSk/GJAIAaNuJn0/s200/SNC00023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351534320862942898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR4G0dE1XI/AAAAAAAABSc/Xtpr7jNOJqM/s1600-h/SNC00026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR4G0dE1XI/AAAAAAAABSc/Xtpr7jNOJqM/s200/SNC00026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351534315778135410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR4GmWnlpI/AAAAAAAABSU/sRm6MuwZnfM/s1600-h/SNC00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR4GmWnlpI/AAAAAAAABSU/sRm6MuwZnfM/s200/SNC00029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351534311992956562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR4GA-P6SI/AAAAAAAABSM/7e0Sr6QvBvA/s1600-h/SNC00031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR4GA-P6SI/AAAAAAAABSM/7e0Sr6QvBvA/s200/SNC00031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351534301958629666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR4F_BaWuI/AAAAAAAABSE/68Y9c0szSuE/s1600-h/SNC00032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR4F_BaWuI/AAAAAAAABSE/68Y9c0szSuE/s200/SNC00032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351534301435026146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR47ocMuBI/AAAAAAAABTM/93SP5Y8vhJM/s1600-h/SNC00037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR47ocMuBI/AAAAAAAABTM/93SP5Y8vhJM/s200/SNC00037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351535223086299154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR47ZkgnoI/AAAAAAAABTE/HOKl6pK6g9A/s1600-h/SNC00038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR47ZkgnoI/AAAAAAAABTE/HOKl6pK6g9A/s200/SNC00038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351535219094625922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR47FwzlVI/AAAAAAAABS8/kph1F1Y6YWA/s1600-h/SNC00041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR47FwzlVI/AAAAAAAABS8/kph1F1Y6YWA/s200/SNC00041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351535213777491282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR46rCiEfI/AAAAAAAABS0/Q0Ngc1McZH0/s1600-h/SNC00045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR46rCiEfI/AAAAAAAABS0/Q0Ngc1McZH0/s200/SNC00045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351535206604083698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR46TGYZDI/AAAAAAAABSs/qo-gJvU_tac/s1600-h/SNC00052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR46TGYZDI/AAAAAAAABSs/qo-gJvU_tac/s200/SNC00052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351535200177775666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR6gDRc6jI/AAAAAAAABTs/Bm6SbguMxgo/s1600-h/SNC00076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR6gDRc6jI/AAAAAAAABTs/Bm6SbguMxgo/s200/SNC00076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351536948275898930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our attempt to be feminine. HAHAHA quite pathetic uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda said that this is the lates &lt;i&gt; ah lian pose&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR6f69rs3I/AAAAAAAABTk/rGud7TG9TUc/s1600-h/SNC00080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR6f69rs3I/AAAAAAAABTk/rGud7TG9TUc/s200/SNC00080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351536946045498226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR6fmocVXI/AAAAAAAABTc/l2-4O2eXkJ8/s1600-h/SNC00081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR6fmocVXI/AAAAAAAABTc/l2-4O2eXkJ8/s200/SNC00081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351536940587701618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR6fKIdA3I/AAAAAAAABTU/hIWH9I8AYxs/s1600-h/SNC00082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR6fKIdA3I/AAAAAAAABTU/hIWH9I8AYxs/s200/SNC00082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351536932937335666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: hazel can no longer do the ah lian thing. &lt;i&gt; i've officially moved to the guai gia zone. :D &lt;/i&gt; AMANDA? NOT! *boo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt; THE ARTS OF AH LIAN POSE &lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda : you must like act yi ge swipe your hair back&lt;br /&gt;hazel : huh? orh okok ( tries. but looks into camera)&lt;br /&gt;amanda : nono, you must look down. act yi ge , you noe?! 0.0&lt;br /&gt;hazel : orh okok. LIKE THAT RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;amanda : nono, too much liao. tilt up lil :D&lt;br /&gt;hazel : this?&lt;br /&gt;amanda : *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;hazel : AIYAHHHH! forget it lah! *&amp;Q#^$_@+@$*@&amp;$^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheeeers! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR8fVcJ0LI/AAAAAAAABT0/1brAxBUrl5g/s1600-h/SNC00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR8fVcJ0LI/AAAAAAAABT0/1brAxBUrl5g/s200/SNC00063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351539134996009138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-8961557974296561546?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/8961557974296561546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=8961557974296561546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/8961557974296561546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/8961557974296561546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-people-needs-nothing.html' title='happy people needs nothing'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkR2JbGv5iI/AAAAAAAABRU/nTRZB4HbXRQ/s72-c/SNC00008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-3641673281561316724</id><published>2009-06-26T02:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T03:08:19.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adolf hitler</title><content type='html'>i was msn-ing with kaiwen about my respect speech when i came out with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL wanted to try gaining awareness of ppl so Elysia and i &lt;i&gt;diligently&lt;/i&gt; spreaded the news of changing out msn nicknames into ''will you save the earth?'' apparently, people were rather supported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it sounded rather lame, its really influential ok. WOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when you succeeded in convincing ppl to change their nickname. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I FEEL LIKE A GOOD ADOLF HITLER IN MAKING! &lt;/b&gt; *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkPKIte3YbI/AAAAAAAABQk/JK2QB4w3CyQ/s1600-h/SNC00093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkPKIte3YbI/AAAAAAAABQk/JK2QB4w3CyQ/s200/SNC00093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351343033243099570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big big thankyou to elysia, darryl chua,amanda,yewen,cichuan,minqi,vivian,jinjie,wayne,javier,cheryl,jeremy,huangying,raymond tham,tzy,iris,jiaying,yinkai,nigel ngiam, wenshi,lixuan,peijin,dean,edwin tan,si mun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; 24 PEOPLE OKAY! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big boo to those who are unwilling to help,&gt;&lt; LOL okay la, nv. KHARMA! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt; OMG HAZEL' SENSE OF ACHIEVEMENT IS SOO SUPER STRONG! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazel loves life! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkPKI1RyqVI/AAAAAAAABQs/1GIr4pvg1ro/s1600-h/%25E5%259B%25BE%25E5%2583%258F093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkPKI1RyqVI/AAAAAAAABQs/1GIr4pvg1ro/s200/%25E5%259B%25BE%25E5%2583%258F093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351343035335747922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-3641673281561316724?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/3641673281561316724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=3641673281561316724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3641673281561316724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3641673281561316724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/adolf-hitler.html' title='adolf hitler'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkPKIte3YbI/AAAAAAAABQk/JK2QB4w3CyQ/s72-c/SNC00093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-3911914189753415279</id><published>2009-06-25T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:09:17.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkJpE-b8YOI/AAAAAAAABQU/2PxSYR6Be9M/s1600-h/SNC00074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkJpE-b8YOI/AAAAAAAABQU/2PxSYR6Be9M/s200/SNC00074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350954841470165218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel's feeling really confuse. there are like so many things going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting really tired of growing up. as days pass, the more mature i get. yes i might still laugh at my own jokes and scream whenever spongebob is on tv. i cannot deny that hazel is growing up. CANT I JUST CONTINUE BEING THE NAIIVE GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fact that money really plays a big part. this was the first time i lost my temper in the hospital. what the fuck is wrong. i've been going back to the bloody hospital for checkup. fuck the doctors. what have they been doing? first you say its the nerve problem thus scaring the ass out of my parents. then u say its nth big, its scoliosis. and i went for lile 2 x-rays. then the doc say no, its not. maybe its the muscle. and when i back today, the doc said ' i think it might be smth serious, i suggest you to have a MRI scan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH FUCK YOU. wasnt that the initial plan. do you know how many fucking hundred of dollars i've spent on my fucking back. OH FUCK THE BACK. whats wrong with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi ppl, do you know how much the bloody mri scan cost? $350-$460 FUCK YOU. what's this. the scan better show some results to solve my back problem. DARN IT. i've spent almost a $1000 on this fucking problem. and hey, my family aint rich ok. its bloody hard earn money ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with SG's healthcare system. there i am learning about the efficiency of SG's healthcare FUCK IT. this is call efficient? best thing is, $350-$460 has been SUBSIDISED. oh ass lah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nurse told us that it is not very common for ppl to pay $460. FUCK YOU. and when we us if there are further subsidy. the nurse replied. ''you may opt out. and take medication. but you still wont know the cause, or you can do physiotheraphy, but ya uh you still dk the cause.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt; OH FUCK YOU. YOU ANSWERED YOUR OWN BLOODY QUESTION. DUMB OR DUMB? &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck the doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon me for my harsh language. I CANNOT KEEP THIS ANYMORE. fuck the health sector&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-3911914189753415279?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/3911914189753415279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=3911914189753415279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3911914189753415279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3911914189753415279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/hazels-feeling-really-confuse.html' title=''/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkJpE-b8YOI/AAAAAAAABQU/2PxSYR6Be9M/s72-c/SNC00074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-2317212764718343659</id><published>2009-06-24T02:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T03:01:45.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad kharma</title><content type='html'>OMG, i swear i believe in bad kharma lah.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i was saying lotsa bad stuff about SOMEBODY and now i have swollen feets &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe i shldnt, but sometimes, you just need a moment to let out ur anger lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn it. im sorry. i noe im wrong &gt;&lt; stop the itchiness! its killing me &gt;&lt; my feets are like RED and SWOLLEN. the viens popped out ._. and there are like mosquito bites all over. OMG shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAZEL, U DARN SUEY LAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-2317212764718343659?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/2317212764718343659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=2317212764718343659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2317212764718343659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2317212764718343659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-kharma.html' title='bad kharma'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-9131927559781472092</id><published>2009-06-23T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:11:11.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hazel is for sale :)</title><content type='html'>Since Amanda doesnt wanna pak tor with me, im miserably unwanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYBODY WANNA BUY HAZEL? lols starting price, priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag to buy. LOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this sounds so cheap. ._.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-9131927559781472092?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/9131927559781472092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=9131927559781472092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/9131927559781472092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/9131927559781472092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/hazel-is-for-sale.html' title='hazel is for sale :)'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-7916813100324990692</id><published>2009-06-22T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:40:29.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bestfriends in making?</title><content type='html'>despite the fact that i've knew amanda for sometime, i've never really talked to her till the recent ptf camp. you go gal! stay strong ok. although i dont know how shld i help you, im 100% sure i'll be there to support you, along side with elysia of course. our 100% lovely poopie. :D  &lt;STRONG&gt;CHEERS&lt;/STRONG&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkB4ybeeMGI/AAAAAAAABQM/BRcyqbTT-eA/s1600-h/Sec+1+Buddhist+Camp+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkB4ybeeMGI/AAAAAAAABQM/BRcyqbTT-eA/s200/Sec+1+Buddhist+Camp+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350409165080506466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-7916813100324990692?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/7916813100324990692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=7916813100324990692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/7916813100324990692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/7916813100324990692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/bestfriends-in-making.html' title='bestfriends in making?'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SkB4ybeeMGI/AAAAAAAABQM/BRcyqbTT-eA/s72-c/Sec+1+Buddhist+Camp+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-6918853573652123381</id><published>2009-06-22T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:10:12.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silly-ing</title><content type='html'>thankyou for giving me such beautiful memories. thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if i woke up from my dream? at least i had them. i've never dreamt of it this way. cant believe im so contented with it. i dont care how you feel. because i know i cherished every moment spent. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA omg. this is mushy. but who cares. hazel have her occasional love needs yoh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im rather lazy. so shall post on ptf later on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-6918853573652123381?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/6918853573652123381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=6918853573652123381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6918853573652123381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6918853573652123381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/silly-ing.html' title='silly-ing'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-3598625169305197618</id><published>2009-06-16T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:29:06.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hot boyfriend</title><content type='html'>ah. this is fate. facebook says my true love's name will start with M and yeap. its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend is really sweet. all flowers and candies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE have the &lt;u&gt;cutest eyes&lt;/u&gt; which are like so innocently loving &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;his &lt;u&gt;smile&lt;/u&gt; makes you have butterflies in your tummy &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if you are 6 years older than me.&lt;br /&gt;WHO cARES&lt;br /&gt;so what if you done plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;WHO CARES,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i love you! 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LEE MIN HO! lol ok. it seems sick. nvm, hazel lost it anyway. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-3598625169305197618?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/3598625169305197618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=3598625169305197618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3598625169305197618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/3598625169305197618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-hot-boyfriend.html' title='my hot boyfriend'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa119/nickywuiluv/hot%20boy/th_090603Star810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-5995670581294315671</id><published>2009-06-16T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:30:14.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scams</title><content type='html'>mum and i were browsing through the DVDs in poh kim when i spot MY hot hotty, &lt;STRONG&gt; LEE MIN HO &lt;/STRONG&gt; guess what. 2 disc (part 1) is sold at &lt;b&gt;$19.90&lt;/b&gt;. yeap it might sound rather cheap. but its 2 DISC! which is = to 6 episodes. there are a total of 20+ episodes, lets assume there are 24 episodes so 24/6 = 4. &lt;br /&gt;4 x $19.40 = 79.60 which is like $80!! EXCUSE ME! YOU SPEND 80 DOLLARS ON HOTTIES?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what scam is this! so what if lee min ho is on the coveer yoh? this is totally a scam for teenage girls. IM SORRY! im the smart one. HAHA, nope. im not some asshole who watch it on net. i rent it! LOLS quite cheapo, but at least im not doing smth illegal. MWAHAHA~ Far-nehhhhH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; GALS! DONT BUY THE DISC OKAY. ITS SCAM!!!!! &lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha~ hazel has offically lost it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-5995670581294315671?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/5995670581294315671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=5995670581294315671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5995670581294315671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5995670581294315671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/scams.html' title='scams'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-815143183967127987</id><published>2009-06-15T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:21:08.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain!!</title><content type='html'>ARGH. things are definately NOT going my way! &lt;br /&gt;whats with all this CRAAAAAP?!&lt;br /&gt;OMG. what is this what is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumb crap adolence. can i skip this bloody omg?&lt;br /&gt;omg i hate my stupid sickening thoughts. WHY! &lt;br /&gt;hazel ang, you are nothing close to a holy spirit ok! &lt;br /&gt;cant i just stop stopping my thoughts from flowing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG~ fyi hazel ang, YOU ARE BLOODY 15 YRS OLD.! far from old ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMG i've never been so angry of myself. this sucks. &lt;br /&gt;what is this! i dont even have a specific reason.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant even sign into msn! BLOODY HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody save me! ANYBODY! D; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumb dumb dumb! omg hazel ang, its impossible so stop bearing hope.&lt;br /&gt;why is it that people only want things that do not belong to them?!&lt;br /&gt;why cant we be contented with what we have and not seek for challenging obstacle.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi hazel ang, its not going to happen! so stop hoping for whatever you are thinking. ITS NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self : WAKE UP YOU DUMB WOMAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-815143183967127987?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/815143183967127987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=815143183967127987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/815143183967127987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/815143183967127987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/pain.html' title='pain!!'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-4042662421164451579</id><published>2009-06-15T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:53:21.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i l0ve lee min ho!</title><content type='html'>HAZEL LOVES LEE MIN HO! so what if he have kui moh in boys over flowers?! he is still my loveee &lt;3 OMG lee min ho!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-4042662421164451579?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/4042662421164451579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=4042662421164451579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4042662421164451579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4042662421164451579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-l0ve-lee-min-ho.html' title='i l0ve lee min ho!'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-5761988130491970762</id><published>2009-06-14T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:51:57.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hazel</title><content type='html'>hazel is just a name,&lt;br /&gt;who i am is what im made of right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, hazel is having an emotional twist ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols, saddening. I have problems too, there are days i feel the lack of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i know its just a mix feeling you have as a teenager. but hello. i AM a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;how am i going to surpress this feeling? i am a fifteen year old girl after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, life is like that. you can hardly get what you want. thats how ugly life is.&lt;br /&gt;life make you know people whom will make your heart flutter. despite the fact that you barely know him/her. however, life takes away the chance by creating destructions. for example, age. ah, age. fuck the numbers. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people, carry on living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-5761988130491970762?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/5761988130491970762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=5761988130491970762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5761988130491970762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5761988130491970762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/hazel.html' title='hazel'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-177091946024505359</id><published>2009-06-14T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:38:01.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boreeeed ):</title><content type='html'>its currently 1.26am but i don't feel like sleeping (although im sleepy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah! went touring around my friends' blog and seen so much,&lt;br /&gt;everbody seem to have problems.&lt;br /&gt;big or small.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess this is growing up right? saddening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promised myself to post the pictures elysia and me took when she came to my house for a sleepover. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SjPjCm31kJI/AAAAAAAABPY/_br3i1DDdwE/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090611_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SjPj2ciHfYI/AAAAAAAABPg/h8XPQSdXKJ0/s200/Snapshot_20090611_30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346867707130641794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-177091946024505359?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/177091946024505359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=177091946024505359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/177091946024505359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/177091946024505359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/boreeeed.html' title='boreeeed ):'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1576KAmLe2U/SjPjCm31kJI/AAAAAAAABPY/_br3i1DDdwE/s72-c/Snapshot_20090611_24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-1315797687853872071</id><published>2009-06-09T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:49:00.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poop's irritating videoo</title><content type='html'>elysia: have u heard the nobody song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazel: (wow, elysia so hip? know songs that idk? O:) nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elysia : really very nice. go watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i happily clicked the link. guess what i saw? ~ irritating music and singers singing about things which are supposingly funny. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this clip is for peiple who are :&lt;br /&gt; 1. bored&lt;br /&gt; 2. lame&lt;br /&gt; 3. very bored&lt;br /&gt; 4. stupid&lt;br /&gt; 5. retard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K93dCa8GM34&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K93dCa8GM34&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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/38056895-1315797687853872071?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/1315797687853872071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=1315797687853872071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/1315797687853872071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/1315797687853872071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/poops-irritating-videoo.html' title='poop&apos;s irritating videoo'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-2802870808561992265</id><published>2009-06-09T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:11:40.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some friends!</title><content type='html'>let me tell u a story, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a friend. he is 15, captain of wushu. i met him in sec 1c and i even mistook him as &lt;u&gt;jasper heng &lt;/u&gt;. he was a bloody irritating kid in the past but he has matured and is much acceptable now. we have been preeeetty good friends since sec 1 HOWEVER,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; LEONARD DOESN'T WANNA TELL ME WHO HIS DATE IS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some friend eh! D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh! and xun hang actually didnt realise that appearance actually attracts girls. OMG? HAHAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAR-NEHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-2802870808561992265?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/2802870808561992265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=2802870808561992265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2802870808561992265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2802870808561992265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-friends.html' title='some friends!'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-6718797288333194423</id><published>2009-06-07T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:16:13.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hannah montanna ._.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; ELYSIA POOP TAN YING HUI! HURRY COME BACK FROM CAMP! D; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i wanna watch Hannah Montanna really badly! HAHAHA the guy seem hot lah. hurry come back ok! omgomg i need to watch it! DDDD: AHHH *sweats* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazelwannawatchhannahmontanna!hazelwannawatchhannahmontana!hazelwannawatchhannahmontanna!hazelwannawatchhannahmontana!hazel REALLY REALLY wanna watch hannah montana =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-6718797288333194423?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/6718797288333194423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=6718797288333194423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6718797288333194423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6718797288333194423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/hannah-montanna.html' title='hannah montanna ._.'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-2785691715237802097</id><published>2009-06-07T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:22:17.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazel's lunatic life</title><content type='html'>im telling you! hazel's life simply revolves around 1 word, HOT. *smirks.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, hot day, &lt;strong&gt;HOT GUY &lt;/strong&gt; (which gal can resist this man. i mean straight girls :/), hot gal, hot soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh speaking about hot soup. do we say hot water or warm water? does hot water = boiling water? and what's warm water? water that isnt exactly cold but not burning hot either? ok, i think i just answered myself -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH! and i cant believe im still awake. i promised to sleep early. damn! i spent my saturday snooping around doing nth in particular except watch tv, eat my sad porridge, talk to mahjong, blog, talk to yinkai,nicholas,raymond,eldon,jean,raymond sim,elysia ok i cant remember. -,-   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I really have a lot of stuff to fulfill man! like what mr fahmy says, a plan never kills :D ok. goodluck hazel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight everyone. goodnight kris allen MWAHAHA (cant believe ure married)&lt;br /&gt;goodnight dylan &amp; cole sprouse! (although more of dylan sprouse ;D)&lt;br /&gt;goodnight boys over flowers cast (ok im rather slow. i thought ive lost interest in such shows. BUT I saw sparks over the love for draggy idol-ish dramas!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-2785691715237802097?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/2785691715237802097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=2785691715237802097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2785691715237802097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/2785691715237802097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/hazels-lunatic-life.html' title='Hazel&apos;s lunatic life'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-602500213915580501</id><published>2009-06-06T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:56:45.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 carrrtoons :)</title><content type='html'>ok, im suppose to be studying and doing my math hw (as promised) BUT who can resist adding a few more words into their blog man! mwahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to eminem's we made you while blogging but it was getting on my nerve -,- all i could think of was &lt;i&gt;get dow-own, get dow-own&lt;/i&gt; bloody ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bananas in pajamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/bananas%20in%20pajamas" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e157/daddura/bananasinpajamas.jpg" border="0" alt="bananas in  pajamas Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! they are 2 adorable bananas alrite! so what if they do their shoppings in PJs? lol, they're still really funny and their old school &lt;i&gt;'dinnng' are you thinking what im thinking B2? I think im thinking what you're thinking B1. HOHO its ____ time!&lt;/i&gt; hahhhs. and i always had a thing for B2 ! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairly odd parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/fairly%20odd%20parents" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x124/misschrisb5/FairlyOddParents.jpg" border="0" alt="The Fairly Odd Parents Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this is my brother's fave cartoon, but some how its getting rather lame. -,- but well. we still love lame jokes once in awhile right! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the Barnyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/back%20at%20the%20barnyard" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i731.photobucket.com/albums/ww315/computerwiz34/back%20at%20the%20barnyard/backatthebarnyardguyz.jpg" border="0" alt="&amp;amp;quot;back at the barnyard&amp;amp;quot; Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! actually, i've just watch 1 episode. ;x but im telling u! its bloody far-neyyyy LOL oh and, the male cow is one hot cow ok! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 2nd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Simpsons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/simpsons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s307/i-steal-your-icons/television/the%20simpsons/47f593cc.gif" border="0" alt="mediocrechick Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can resist this irritatingly funny guy, so what if they are all literally yellow. ;D they're hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nownow, its 1st! but do i have to say anything else?! darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course it goes to all time fave spongebob squarepants yoH!  HE IS AN ICON LAH. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/spongebob%20squarepants" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b119/cartoonwatcher/Spongebob%20Squarepants/dustcollecting.jpg" border="0" alt="dust collecting Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/spongebob%20squarepants" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh94/kobeschick/spongebobandpatrick.jpg" border="0" alt="Silly Guys Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/spongebob%20squarepants" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i621.photobucket.com/albums/tt297/keitagf/spongebob%20squarepants/bob_esponja_angel.jpg" border="0" alt="angel burger Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/spongebob%20squarepants" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k74/nicoletteautumn/spongebob-squarepants.jpg" border="0" alt="Spongebob Squarepants Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/spongebob%20squarepants" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i373.photobucket.com/albums/oo173/rifqi_chuck/SpongeBob_SquarePants.gif" border="0" alt="Spongebob Squarepants Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. now i am on my first step towards completing my assignments. good luck with it hazel! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-602500213915580501?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/602500213915580501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=602500213915580501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/602500213915580501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/602500213915580501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-5-carrrtoons.html' title='Top 5 carrrtoons :)'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i731.photobucket.com/albums/ww315/computerwiz34/back%20at%20the%20barnyard/th_backatthebarnyardguyz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-6492005336355943048</id><published>2009-06-05T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:49:48.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOODY QUIZ</title><content type='html'>A is for Afif:&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you love this person? no? LOL&lt;br /&gt;2) Is this person your enemy? NAH&lt;br /&gt;3) Would you hug this person? depends? hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B is for Brian.:&lt;br /&gt;1) What do you really think of this person? lol quite irritating D;&lt;br /&gt;2) What’s his/ her's favorite colour? black?&lt;br /&gt;3) Ever danced with him/ her? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C is for Cheryl Wong:&lt;br /&gt;1) What do you think of this person? crazy, same same, artistic, rubbish!&lt;br /&gt;2) Where does this person live? buris. WTH RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;3) How old is he/ she? 16 but she acts like she is 12. and nope she is not gonna change anytime soon &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D is for Darryl Saw:&lt;br /&gt;1) How long have you know him/ her? 3 years! haha&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you like this person? As a friend yes. LOLS he is the act cool weenie. WAKAKA&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you hate this person? how can i hate him if i like him? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for Elysia:&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you met his/ her parents? YEAP&lt;br /&gt;2) Worst thing about this person? sometimes. nope i mean most of the time, she is so bloody noob you feel like jumping off the building!&lt;br /&gt;3) Best thing about this person? she is just so real. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F is for Freddie:&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you ever dated this person? NoooO!&lt;br /&gt;2) When is the next time you will see him/ her? School reopen bah&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you go to school with him/ her? Nooo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G is for Goh Rui Yun ;):&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you heard this person sing? yes. she sings a hell loads&lt;br /&gt;2) What's his/ her pet's name? rain counted?&lt;br /&gt;3) Will he/ she repost this? doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H is for Hangqi:&lt;br /&gt;1) What grade is he/ she in? poly, year 2 i think. ;D&lt;br /&gt;2) Is he/ she your best friend? nah. he is a stranger yoh! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;3) Ever done something illegal with this person? HAHAh! no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is for Israq (LOL:&lt;br /&gt;1) What is this persons favorite food? i think he eats almost everything? Buffet is his fave if you count that as a food. ;D&lt;br /&gt;2) How did you meet this person? HAHA either through leonard or wushu. (i canr &lt;br /&gt;3) Do you trust them? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J is for Joyce:&lt;br /&gt;1) Does he/ she has any sibling? One brother.(according to jean. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you know his/ her favorite song? idk. ;D&lt;br /&gt;3) What would you do if he/ she confessed he/ she liked you? HAHAHA! crazy lahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K is for Kimberley:&lt;br /&gt;1) How old were you when you first met? 13!&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you like him/ her as a friend? duh. she is always giving the cool face yoh! ;D&lt;br /&gt;3) Would you go to disney world with this person? HAHA i dont mind. what a random question =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for Leonard:&lt;br /&gt;1) Is this person older than you? NOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;2) Is this person single? YES D:&lt;br /&gt;3) How many time(s) do you talk to him/ her in a week? erm. depends? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M is for Ms ng imei ;D:&lt;br /&gt;1) How old were you when you first met? 13!&lt;br /&gt;2) Whats his/hers pets name? HAHAHA how i noe. ;D&lt;br /&gt;3) Ever danced with this person? ive never seen her dance. but she claims that she use to be a dancer 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is for Nicholas :&lt;br /&gt;1) How old were you when you first met the person? 13 :D&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you like this person? HAHA. as a friend, yes. &lt;br /&gt;3) What would you do if you had never met this person? urm, my days would not have been as colourful? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O is for Osel:&lt;br /&gt;1) Are you related? nooopes&lt;br /&gt;2) Could you live with this person? NOOOO&lt;br /&gt;3) What school do they go to? MJR 3c :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P is for Peggy:&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you been to the mall with this person? yeaps&lt;br /&gt;2) How about a sleepover with him/ her? nopes.&lt;br /&gt;3) Does this person have a job? she is just a useless bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q is for Qiu Hui:&lt;br /&gt;1) What grade were you when you met this person? Sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;2) Would you die for this person? no?&lt;br /&gt;3) Is this person your friend? YEAAPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R is for Remy:&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you heard this person sing? yeah. HORRIBLEEEE  &lt;br /&gt;2) Will she/ he repost this? nah,&lt;br /&gt;3) When does this person look best? HAHAHA! never?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is for Sherlyn:&lt;br /&gt;1) Is this person taller than you? nAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you enjoy spending time with him/her? YES!&lt;br /&gt;3) Is this person your friend? nope. she is a frenemy. OBVIOUSLY SHE IS MY FRIEND LAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is for Tor:&lt;br /&gt;1) What grade is this person in? Sec 3, 3E;D&lt;br /&gt;2) Would you hug this person? NO WAY ! that thai freak! LOLS&lt;br /&gt;3) Do they live close to you? i dont even noe where that fatty lives 0,0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U is for hUnk, chiawei:&lt;br /&gt;1) How is this person related to you? my friend!&lt;br /&gt;2) Would you hug this person? depends?&lt;br /&gt;3) Have you met any of his/her family? uh, nope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V is for Vivian:&lt;br /&gt;1) Would you do anything for him/ her? yeapps. not overboard lah :D&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you consider him/ her a friend? Yea duh, she's my junior.&lt;br /&gt;3) Have you met any of his/ her family? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W is for Wayne:&lt;br /&gt;1) Is this person loud or quiet? LOUD&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you seen this person dance? nah.&lt;br /&gt;3) What color eyes does this person have? Black bah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X is for Xiu Xia:&lt;br /&gt;1) How old were you when you first met this person? 13&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you like him/her as a friend? ok bah&lt;br /&gt;3) Would you go to Disney world with this person? urm, idk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y is for Yinkai:&lt;br /&gt;1) How old were you when you first met this person? 14? i think?&lt;br /&gt;2) What do you think of this person?GAY! but he is a good friend :D&lt;br /&gt;3) Have you heard this person sing? no, but apparently, he goes for vocal lessons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z is for Zeeyee:&lt;br /&gt;1) Does this person have msn? yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;2) What is their favorite sport? EATING?&lt;br /&gt;3) When did you last see this person? HAHA uh.. the day i had sleepover at poop's hse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-6492005336355943048?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/6492005336355943048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=6492005336355943048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6492005336355943048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6492005336355943048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/bloody-quiz.html' title='BLOODY QUIZ'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-4293430929388379069</id><published>2009-06-05T19:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:02:41.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP 5 HOTTIES! :)</title><content type='html'>oh yes, its my top 5 list of hot hot hotties. WHEEEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DYLAN &amp; COLE SPROUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/cole%20and%20dylan%20sprouse" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q308/davidat13/1240083334.jpg" border="0" alt="Cole and Dylan Sprouse Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG? well. i cant decide whose hotter but who cares! ahaha. cole &amp; dylan sprouse dont have to do anything and you wll just feel heat waves running through u. besides, they're only 17!  WHEE. omg. *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PATRICK STAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/patrick%20star" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm236/chriisztian/patrick-star-starfish-spongebob-pic.jpg" border="0" alt="Patrick Star Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.! who dont love this mesmerising tubby! besides, he is half naked yoH! so what if he is brainless, everybody loves him right? *psss i didnt include spongebob as i cant identify him as a him or her. HAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWAN MCGREGOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/ewan%20mcgregor" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj8/kitkaty4/ewan.jpg" border="0" alt="Ewan Mcgregor Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy oh boy, aint he cuteeee? LOLS ok, maybe not really. but he is like really charismatic AND you should see him in Angels and Demons, so what if he is a holy father, HE IS LOVEEE! so charming. OMG~ *faints* he made me jump on my seat. :D so what if he is bloody 38, old enough to be my dad! HAHAH he is still omg so cute. HORRAY TO EWAN MCGREGOR! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZAC EFRON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/zac%20efron" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i609.photobucket.com/albums/tt172/beltran_2011/Zac%20Efron/2yw8fet.jpg" border="0" alt="Zac Efron Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, this is cliche. which girl disagrees that zac efron is hot right?! BUT WHO CARES. omg look at his picture perfect smile. *faints* curse vanessa hudgens! LOLs ahhhhh ;D i shall say no more. anw do i even need to explain anymore to show how much &lt;u&gt; we love zac efron&lt;/u&gt;? did i mention zac efron is bloody hot? HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OF COURSE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number ONE in Hazel's Hotty list is.... *drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRIS ALLEN! YAYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kris%20allen" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i681.photobucket.com/albums/vv172/jonas4life1280/beegee/41367.jpg" border="0" alt="kris allen Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kris%20allen" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i490.photobucket.com/albums/rr262/chrislover4ever_2008/33bk3vd-1.png" border="0" alt="Kris Allen Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kris%20allen" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm58/Demzeyselly15/AI/Kris%20Allen/allen12.jpg" border="0" alt="Kris Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooolala~   who dare disagree man! OMG look at THAT smile! damn it. its that smile that attracted me to him. can u believe it?! this hotty is married ! at the age of 23! blooody hell, my brother is 23 and he still behaves like a 16 lah! WAHAHA. anw. this american idol hotty wont disappoint us man! have u heard him sing? like OMG. it melts my heart! &lt;strong&gt; I SWEAR ITS GOOD LAH &lt;/strong&gt; so what if he doesnt scream into the microphone like &lt;i&gt; adam lambert &lt;/i&gt;? so what if he dont dress like he is going to perform in a getai? KRIS ALLEN IS A COMFORTABLE TRUE SINGER OK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 big cheers for kris allen yoH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-4293430929388379069?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/4293430929388379069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=4293430929388379069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4293430929388379069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4293430929388379069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-5-hotties-d.html' title='TOP 5 HOTTIES! :)'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i609.photobucket.com/albums/tt172/beltran_2011/Zac%20Efron/th_2yw8fet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-6816584157184644290</id><published>2009-06-05T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:42:45.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAZEL IS BOREEED D:</title><content type='html'>OMG. hazel is bloody bored. anw im in a half awake half gone state. so pls excuse me, WAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, ms tan asked me to write some speech on respect to be presented on stage. and supposingly, its to be on ENVIRONMENT. but how am i going to link those 2 tgt? its not as simple u noe, besides, she told me to write about personal recounts, bUT HOW TO?! wah lao eh. this is irritating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING BONGAS~! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shalalalas~ i mean, it IS a hot topic on environment, but SG doesnt seem to focus on that. so now wat.? im suppose to be the ''holy angel assending  pass on the speech of respecting environment?'' GAWD.! &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so peeps, save earth yoh! :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-6816584157184644290?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/6816584157184644290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=6816584157184644290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6816584157184644290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/6816584157184644290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/06/hazel-is-boreeed-d.html' title='HAZEL IS BOREEED D:'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-7030050233982587431</id><published>2009-05-31T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:57:51.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been feeling rather poop-ed recently, idk why either. im really sorry to my parents for having that asshole attitude recently.. idk what gotten into me too. i just feel so small and weak and helpless. well, seriously im utterly disappointed in myself. although elysia and leonard kept stressing that he didnt mean it and that its full of crap, that has been circulatng around my head? am i really such a bitch? well, in that case, i will never step into your life again. why make 2 lifes miserable when i can be the only one miserable? forget it, im just some life-intruder anw. and i cant believe you see me as being guo fen. well, maybe my jokes gone too far. i sincerely apologise. D:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazel's self esteem - 10%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-7030050233982587431?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/7030050233982587431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=7030050233982587431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/7030050233982587431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/7030050233982587431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-been-feeling-rather-poop-ed.html' title=''/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-5974358026587885805</id><published>2009-05-26T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:45:08.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im utterly disappointed, i seriously didnt expect it to turn out like that. especially when i was guided by my very own eloquent brother. so please, if you see me as your friend, please stop telling me _______ BUT you seem fake/sarcastic/exaggerated. it seriously hurts a lot. i understand you guys mean well. but i swear. it doesnt feel a single bit gd. how bout an ''all the best'' instead? thankyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-5974358026587885805?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/5974358026587885805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=5974358026587885805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5974358026587885805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/5974358026587885805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-utterly-disappointed-i-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-4354693342292630587</id><published>2009-05-12T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:52:07.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAHJONG'S GREAT ESCAPE :|</title><content type='html'>at 1800 hours ++ not-yet-one-year old mahjong had her first attempt of ''li jia chu zhou''. That little woman decided to ran away after she openly poop and pee-d on the lift lobby =.= mummy went insane when she saw mahjong's artistic work near the lift lobby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was what exactly happened :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. hazel was sleeping on the couch when devil child mahjong began to bark.&lt;br /&gt;2. hazel and mummy got very pissed but mummy went to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;3. hazel screamed and moaned at mahjong but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;4. hazel gave up and went back to her room to sleep.&lt;br /&gt; then here comes trouble.&lt;br /&gt;5. dad wanted to go jogging so he opened mahjong's cage to let her roam around the house.&lt;br /&gt;6. dad opened the door and mahjong ran out. (we didnt really care as the devil child will usually come back in awhile)&lt;br /&gt;7. devil child squat down to do her business beside the list ''NoooOOOOOO!'' &lt;br /&gt;8. too late. mahjong pooped. -.- ''NAUGHTYYY GIRRRRL!''&lt;br /&gt;9. mummy went running after mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;10. instead of running INTO the house, naughty lil mahjong ran AWAY. &lt;br /&gt;11. "STOPPPP!'' devil child thought tat it was a prompt to go faster. so she ran, all the way to the 1st floor (psss i live on the 9th)&lt;br /&gt;12. ''HAZEEEEEEL!'' mum turned paraniod, hazel turned paraniod. &lt;br /&gt;13.we took mahjong's fave goodies and went to look for her.&lt;br /&gt;14. hazel took the stairs and walked every floor&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-fyi. this is hazl's first time exploring every floors.( hazel was quite an isolationist as a young girl)-&lt;br /&gt;15. the lower i went, the more afraid i became. i mised mahjong like crap lahs! almost cried. :X&lt;br /&gt;16. mum called. MAHJONG IS FOUND! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;17. devil child got spanking.&lt;br /&gt;18. whine her way back to her cage.&lt;br /&gt;19. hazel felt really painful.&lt;br /&gt;20. hazel finally understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to mahjong, i learnt a valuable lesson. whenever i suffer from spanking after getting into trouble as a child, i hated mummy.i didnt understand why she had to cane me. it really hurts. dont she feel the pain too? i finally understood. although mahjong is barely a dog, she is like our little baby, as mum spanked her, i could hear from mum's voice. she felt more pain than i do. i believe more pain than mahjong too. i finally understood. GOOD JOB HAZEL :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-4354693342292630587?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/4354693342292630587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=4354693342292630587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4354693342292630587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/4354693342292630587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/05/mahjongs-great-escape.html' title='MAHJONG&apos;S GREAT ESCAPE :|'/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38056895.post-7907603203225689727</id><published>2009-05-12T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:32:53.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazel kept screwing up everything. once after another..!&lt;br /&gt;i guess hazel just cant make it. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazel successfully sent mixed signals. &lt;br /&gt;im sorry, im an assholeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dont know. hazel never know anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can hazel not fall in love ever again? please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38056895-7907603203225689727?l=clap-claps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/feeds/7907603203225689727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38056895&amp;postID=7907603203225689727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/7907603203225689727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38056895/posts/default/7907603203225689727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clap-claps.blogspot.com/2009/05/shucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Hazel Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05179164222091222080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
