<?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-1829710131318074613</id><updated>2011-12-04T04:34:20.442+08:00</updated><category term='Transferred from Wordpress'/><category term='you don&apos;t know how much I wanna spout vulgarities at you. I have tolerated long enough.'/><category term='ok this is the first time i&apos;m sharing my messages with the world LOL'/><category term='Comeback'/><category term='thank you mrs lim i swear you are the best teacher i have ever met'/><category term='today n tomorrow'/><category term='totally not in a holiday mood'/><category term='you&apos;re back.'/><category term='a very very nice song'/><category term='my second wish for christmas came true'/><category term='dumbass'/><category term='After all this nonsense'/><category term='i am a happwiee ghurl'/><category term='yesterday'/><category term='Monday'/><category term='I have been in front of the computer for almost 1 hr and i was not doing my research. cmon&apos; hit me hard.'/><category term='you brought it all upon yourself'/><category term='I am still in pain'/><title type='text'>New insights</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>366</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-8867873443165349910</id><published>2011-11-12T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T02:07:42.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I wish that I could be the 2010 me again.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish the present didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;Then I think through it thoroughly again.&lt;br /&gt;I have grown out of the memories.&lt;br /&gt;Got use to the current lifestyle I'm leading and moved on from where I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with just being the "me" right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-8867873443165349910?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8867873443165349910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8867873443165349910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2011/11/sometimes-i-wish-that-i-could-be-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-9309767952912350</id><published>2011-07-04T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T21:57:24.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss how, in the past, everything was planned out for me</title><content type='html'>Out of the blue, I just told myself to get a proper post done today. And so I am going to do it right now. I’m flushed with thoughts all over my mind, can’t think straight. Anyway just let me start on something… Optimism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’ve been following my blog, then you most probably know that I used to be quite a pessimist few years back until last year. I’d tell you, it never felt good feeling so negative every single day. I believe everyone goes through this at least once in their entire life. I’ve went through it and I pray I’ll never fall into such a pathetic state anymore. I’ve always thought being optimistic was hard. I mean like how many people can stay happy every single day, without having disturbed by the unnecessary thoughts that never fails to disrupt your thinking once a day??? Until I met some cheerful lad that made me thought… Hey life isn’t so bad. If we’re both humans, he can be so happy why can’t I? Then I vowed to be happy as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many chances are we given to live life? Live it good. Everything will eventually fall into place. The bottom line is: Being optimistic is actually pretty easy. I think all we have to do is to switch our mind set from a negative one to a positive one. How difficult can that be? Unless you refuse to accept that there is a good side to everything as well, things will work. You can choose not to trust me though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, I think the drive and determination to stay grounded to your principles/beliefs are the challenging part. And apparently, I’m facing this problem now. What’s the point by telling yourself “ok I’ll do this and that” and end up doing nothing the next day. I suppose this is the real test. I feel that I’ve made the wrong choice, took the wrong step. Now I am regretting but what’s left for me to do? Suck it up. Pull it through. Get over and done with this mess. I chose the route and I don’t think I should be complaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to deceive myself, I have to face the facts because to be very honest, I don’t enjoy anything I am doing now.  This is the story of my life but it is definitely going to take a turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really admire people who fell real hard yet still be able to pick up themselves from the great falls. I wish, hope and pray that I’m one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-9309767952912350?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/9309767952912350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/9309767952912350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-miss-how-in-past-everything-was.html' title='I miss how, in the past, everything was planned out for me'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-1276886807026662167</id><published>2011-07-03T12:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T12:36:30.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A MESS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-1276886807026662167?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/1276886807026662167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/1276886807026662167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2011/07/mess.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-732517925593359993</id><published>2011-06-24T15:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T15:59:56.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I end up happy regardless of how hopeless the days seem</title><content type='html'>1. I am born with four complete and functionable limbs. I have no disabilities&lt;br /&gt;2. I am born in a complete family. I have a Dad, a Mom and a sibling. I have grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have friends that makes me think for a moment, "&lt;em&gt;nothing is that bad actually, life is still great as it is&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;4. I am provided with proper education&lt;br /&gt;5. I live in a safe and secure country free from wars, riots and even natural disasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I am happy I tell myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-732517925593359993?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/732517925593359993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/732517925593359993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-i-end-up-happy-regardless-of-how.html' title='Why I end up happy regardless of how hopeless the days seem'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-7698896625954009517</id><published>2011-06-10T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T21:28:24.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will not be happy anymore... This year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-7698896625954009517?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7698896625954009517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7698896625954009517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-will-not-be-happy-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-5230034351101070503</id><published>2011-05-17T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T19:00:39.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After some time the same joke is just not funny anymore</title><content type='html'>Actually I cannot take this pain. &lt;br /&gt;Actually I know it is going nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't know what's the next step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-5230034351101070503?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/5230034351101070503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/5230034351101070503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2011/05/after-some-time-same-joke-is-just-not.html' title='After some time the same joke is just not funny anymore'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-530623239703325867</id><published>2011-05-04T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:36:28.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi I really want to write something here but I have yet the time to sit down and start churning out my thoughts......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-530623239703325867?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/530623239703325867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/530623239703325867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2011/05/hi-i-really-want-to-write-something.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-32576917280748345</id><published>2011-04-07T17:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T17:46:52.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Looks like we all went separate ways but somehow we are still together"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjW4DwW8mZo/TZ2HnH-6nGI/AAAAAAAABMY/5wHyyyXlhA4/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jmo5726CF5Q/TZ2FHroy9DI/AAAAAAAABLo/qrXpGh-e8V0/s400/190023_10150138000568256_827288255_6626795_5573195_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592772679283438642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Q_phAO4xmo/TZ2EsY9LayI/AAAAAAAABLg/YSv1Djh9nHE/s1600/6%2BApr%2B11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Q_phAO4xmo/TZ2EsY9LayI/AAAAAAAABLg/YSv1Djh9nHE/s400/6%2BApr%2B11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592772210412186402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-32576917280748345?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/32576917280748345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/32576917280748345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2011/04/looks-like-we-all-went-separate-ways.html' title='&quot;Looks like we all went separate ways but somehow we are still together&quot;'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjW4DwW8mZo/TZ2HnH-6nGI/AAAAAAAABMY/5wHyyyXlhA4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-8864568860564777429</id><published>2011-04-03T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T01:18:18.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling blue</title><content type='html'>I know you guys will NEVER like make an exception for me just because like today is a special day or something. Even so I still carry the slightest hope with me so afraid to lose it. Yup so much reflection to do................. Please please please not let me lose faith in this fs? I.. Just don't want to contribute or show love any further. I won't ask anything in return because I understand that loving your friends should be unconditional. Likewise, I also understand in order to keep a fs strong, all of us have to work hard. If we are all filled with sincerity, what can go wrong? The problem lies right here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-8864568860564777429?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8864568860564777429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8864568860564777429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2011/04/feeling-blue.html' title='Feeling blue'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-2357768485442668982</id><published>2011-03-29T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:37:47.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So now I don't have any mood for anything. I have been trying for the whole noon to download the software required for my course into my laptop but every step I encounter problem. I seriously don't get what is wrong with the system. I tried calling in to the service hotline a thousand times but to no avail. It's such a chore and it is getting onto my nerves I swear. How I wish I am enrolling myself into pre-school now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-2357768485442668982?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/2357768485442668982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/2357768485442668982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-now-i-dont-have-any-mood-for.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-7681036863158292866</id><published>2011-03-18T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T23:56:23.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We can never be honest with ourselves</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why people can stay depressed for such a long period of time. For me, if I fought and found it not worthwhile, I don't see a point in trying any further. I don't want to waste my time on things or people who don't deserve it. Or you can call this... I don't know whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up is easy, as well as moving on. The decision to make changes to your mindset is the toughest. And the key to solution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-7681036863158292866?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7681036863158292866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7681036863158292866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-can-never-be-honest-with-ourselves.html' title='We can never be honest with ourselves'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-1246745650897498560</id><published>2011-03-02T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T16:07:31.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comeback'/><title type='text'>It’s when I’m weak, then I am strong. – JJ Lin</title><content type='html'>Hi been a month or more since I last blogged. How's life going for everyone? I hope it's smooth for you. Mine’s good, more or less…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sort of like a comeback for me on this site hahaha. I just hope my posts won't bore you out. Lol so anyway this is still rather unfamiliar to me because I haven't blog in such a long time. Give me some time, I'll try to get back on track. Oh btw, decided to move back to blogger despite the problems it brings me once in awhile, because 'home is the best place to be' hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......I'm actually quite unwilling to start the new chapter of my life which is coming in a month time because there are actually many things I can’t bring myself to let go of. I’ve already graduated from my secondary school and posted to a polytechnic now. Time for a new start. Needless to say, I am very excited to make new friends. Fret not, I will not forget my old friends, you guys mean so much to me :') &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of old, I feel really so old. In addition, I'm paying adult fare now, so it's like double old-ness lol. Sigh I don't want to grow anymore, don't want to turn legal. I just want to stay sixteen forever, that'd be perfect. But they say you're only seventeen once, so I'm going to live it good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dDTTiPw1BBg/TW35biPb14I/AAAAAAAABKc/hGjOILSgZM4/s1600/tumblr_lhedahknAo1qb4ibao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dDTTiPw1BBg/TW35biPb14I/AAAAAAAABKc/hGjOILSgZM4/s400/tumblr_lhedahknAo1qb4ibao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579389764825241474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessah it’s March! This means two things to me, I’ve pulled through the working days in February and my reward is about to come!!!! *grins from ear to ear* 2011 seems to be moving at a far more quicker speed than 2010 did. Very soon, April is going to arrive and I am going to turn seventeen. All I hope for is a year of blessings. I believe with that achieved, everything else will be good. Just… like how 2010 went.  For now, I am still standing strong. “As strong as a rock in a raging sea.” Haha enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to blog once a week or twice if I can squeeze time out… I will definitely be back because I love writing. I like to write about how I feel towards everything that snapped me. However there is a string pulling me, stopping me from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture credits: Tumblr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-1246745650897498560?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/1246745650897498560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/1246745650897498560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-when-im-weak-then-i-am-strong-jj.html' title='It’s when I’m weak, then I am strong. – JJ Lin'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dDTTiPw1BBg/TW35biPb14I/AAAAAAAABKc/hGjOILSgZM4/s72-c/tumblr_lhedahknAo1qb4ibao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-806618779768954343</id><published>2011-01-12T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:16:52.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transferred from Wordpress'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the hell was I doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-806618779768954343?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/806618779768954343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/806618779768954343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-hell-was-i-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-6058980025983807610</id><published>2011-01-11T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:16:26.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transferred from Wordpress'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I gave up on my fs few months back. But I think I wanna revive it. Help me?? Entertain me?  Treat it as doing a kind deed?? Hahahahaha. Ask me all sorts of qns I will entertain them I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thank you so much. formspring.me/27petals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-6058980025983807610?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6058980025983807610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6058980025983807610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-gave-up-on-my-fs-few-months-back.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-972413182607614576</id><published>2011-01-04T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:16:01.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transferred from Wordpress'/><title type='text'>I really want a musical box...</title><content type='html'>I’ve been saying this since forever. Where can I get one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-972413182607614576?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/972413182607614576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/972413182607614576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-really-want-musical-box.html' title='I really want a musical box...'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-8683301596559904440</id><published>2011-01-02T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:15:21.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transferred from Wordpress'/><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>So… 2011 is here. Initially, I wasn’t very enthusiastic about the arrival of 2011. However for some unknown reasons, on the eve of New Year’s Eve, I felt very excited for 2011. I am really looking forward because so many things will be ongoing. Jauary alone will be a blast. I am so happy with myself because I am able to welcome a new year with such an optimistic mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 had been too good man. To the extent that it kept me thinking it is the best already. Yes I know I have to stop looking back, I swear I am trying my best to not um look back. I have this tendency to fix my mind on something once I sort of register in my mind that ‘ok this is the best, nothing after that can be better’. Yea this is a rather bad thing. But… I really believe now that 2011 can be better (I don’t know why the sudden change). God please bless me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now I have some questions…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should I cut my hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I dye my hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I get my damn pay?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-8683301596559904440?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8683301596559904440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8683301596559904440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-2254888114567969572</id><published>2011-01-02T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:14:51.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transferred from Wordpress'/><title type='text'>Brb</title><content type='html'>I wish I knew how to sew and knit so I can do something to my old clothes. You know like make them look brand new. I have some ideas in mind but sadly I don’t have such a forte hahahahahaha. Not going to learn something like that too, or maybe I will in the future. I’m more interested in yoga and boxing lol. I mean it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-2254888114567969572?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/2254888114567969572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/2254888114567969572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2011/01/brb.html' title='Brb'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-8810329181151896477</id><published>2010-12-30T16:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:14:24.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transferred from Wordpress'/><title type='text'>Moving on to the next phase of life</title><content type='html'>2010 officially ends when the clock strucks 0000 tomorrow night. What a fruitful year… I quite like it I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 wasn’t exactly awesome but at least it was still enjoyable. Apart from all the studying for O Levels, everything else was good. In fact, it was great. 2010 was definitely better than 2009, my character and life wise was a huge leap from how things used to be in 2009. A lot had changed and I’m pretty much satisfied with most of the changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the time of my life this year. Good and bad ones. Had lots of valuable lessons and beautiful days. Most memorable months would be May and July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, 2010 was an eventful year. I swear. Chingay, the big ‘O’s, Grad Night, Prom Night. Also, international events like World Cup and YOG. Best part would be I’ve finally learnt to let go of the past. Not completely, but so much better than how I used to hold on and made myself suffer. Which wasn’t worth it. Hm this year was the first time in my ten years of education that I had studied my ass out and finally got a scholarship!!!!! Wee so hairpeee hahahhaha. I was also awarded with Eagles Award!!!! Heh kudos to Mdm Zhao! Attained A1 for my MT GCE Os as well, all thanks to Mdm Zhao again. Also had many first encounters this year, had the best birthday in my sixteen years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, there are also many last times this year. Like my last day in secondary school and it might also be my last time dancing this year. I’ve made decisions that were right this year. I’ve no regrets this year, done good deeds and committed sins. No matter what I did, God is always there. And most surprising thing of all that happened in 2010 was that I did something I thought I never would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I’m not sure if this is a good or bad thing but yeah once again I’m even more confirmed that true love does not exist. Too many people around me have proven that fact to me, even my family. So about that thing that humans are intitally born with 2 heads, 4 legs and hands and yadda yadda. I guess I will not be looking for him and he’s not really interested to look for me either. Maybe he’s gay? Lol that’s nice we can be best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really learnt a lot in 2010 and I don’t bear to bid goodbye to 2010. Honestly, I think I’m a little unprepared for 2011. 2011 is so unfamiliar to me. There will be changes in 2011. Changes I can’t predict. It might change my entire life. Who knows? What has to come, will come. What I can only do, is to accept whatever’s that coming my way and make the best out of it. Life still moves on so I will still go on looking forward, continue to trust God, keep in touch with my lovely friends, stay grounded to my principles, meet new people and learn new things! Hopefully each year will be better than the previous one time after time just like how 2010 was so much better than 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to 2011! Reluctantly…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-8810329181151896477?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8810329181151896477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8810329181151896477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/moving-on-to-next-phase-of-life.html' title='Moving on to the next phase of life'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-6987494290939400875</id><published>2010-12-30T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:13:37.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transferred from Wordpress'/><title type='text'>Hi poopies</title><content type='html'>I am sad. There doesn’t have to be a reason. Nope, not going to tell you guys to leave me alone. Because I don’t want to be alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-6987494290939400875?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6987494290939400875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6987494290939400875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi-poopies.html' title='Hi poopies'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-6600236508721843129</id><published>2010-12-30T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:37:00.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30: Who are you?</title><content type='html'>Who do you think I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually just somebody ordinary. I am not special and I am just like any other girl you see on the street. I am always changing. One day you see me I'll be like this, and few months later, I'll be yadda yadda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is going to be the same about me forever. I swear. If you make me feel comfortable or you're my close friend, I can basically laugh all the time when I am with you. Because there are a lot of things that are funny to me. Like some comercials on the Tv, they have been showing like forever but every time they show it I still can laugh like it's the first time I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I really like to mingle around people who are funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a time, I don't know what I want. But one thing for sure, I know I don't want a promise from someone that don't stick to their promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much you need to know about me but I don't like to let people know who I am. I prefer you to find it out yourself if you're interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-6600236508721843129?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6600236508721843129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6600236508721843129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-30-who-are-you.html' title='Day 30: Who are you?'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-485050630862606988</id><published>2010-12-29T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:36:00.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29: Future plans/goals</title><content type='html'>To further my studies abroad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-485050630862606988?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/485050630862606988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/485050630862606988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-29-future-plansgoals.html' title='Day 29: Future plans/goals'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-8064338922362629055</id><published>2010-12-28T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T16:57:00.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28: What attracts you to someone</title><content type='html'>A beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair of hairless legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA ok I admit I'm sick but it's nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-8064338922362629055?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8064338922362629055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8064338922362629055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-28-what-attracts-you-to-someone.html' title='Day 28: What attracts you to someone'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-6620453474132764813</id><published>2010-12-27T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:35:00.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27: Your fashion style</title><content type='html'>How should I describe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not forsake comfort to look good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-6620453474132764813?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6620453474132764813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6620453474132764813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-27-your-fashion-style.html' title='Day 27: Your fashion style'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-6630057847059466595</id><published>2010-12-26T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:13:05.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transferred from Wordpress'/><title type='text'>Hey I have a present for you, can you come down now?</title><content type='html'>So how was your Christmas people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was fab! Christmas carols, dogs, toddlers, presents, candy canes, good food, christmasy atmosphere, things you see on Christmas… Everything was good except that I was caught up with a flu on the night of Christmas Eve. And it just got worser on Christmas. Ah what a spoiler. I enjoyed anyway despite feeling unwell. Haha it could have been better still! I was really sick by 4am this morning. Never never never felt so sick for a really long time I swear. Not even when I was studying for my national exams. Why oh why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still not informed about my schedule for work this coming week. I want to quit my working life but I know I wouldn’t survive for a month if I did so. F&amp;B is so tiring and so not my thing. Yes I am complaining after telling myself to suck it up for so long. It’s been a month and to be exact, I’ve only worked 7 days for FC. In addition, 2 days for TL. I’ve got a feeling I do not need to work this coming week as well. So I’m going to quit after getting my pay which is a pretty small sum only. This is so upsetting ok. On a brighter note, the people there are generally quite nice  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm 2010 ending in like what? 5 days. And school is starting. Not for me, for Eugenia and Zoe which means it is even harder to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid actually. 2010 has been too good to me. Life has been too kind to me in 2010. So it sort of got me hanging in the mid-air, not wanting to let go. Not wanting to move on to 2011. But this is not a joke. The first day of 2011 will still come. So I have to continue to believe that tomorrow is going to be better! It will be. What if 2011 turns out to be like 2009? I don’t want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-6630057847059466595?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6630057847059466595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6630057847059466595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-i-have-present-for-you-can-you-come.html' title='Hey I have a present for you, can you come down now?'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-4296236962220964225</id><published>2010-12-26T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T15:10:00.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26: First 10 songs to play on shuffle on your iPod</title><content type='html'>1. Making love out of nothing at all by Nicky Lee&lt;br /&gt;2. Right here waiting by Nicky Lee&lt;br /&gt;3. Sorry that I loved you by Anthony&lt;br /&gt;4. Battlefield by Jordin Sparks&lt;br /&gt;5. She says by JJ Lin&lt;br /&gt;6. Just a dream by Nelly&lt;br /&gt;7. Amber sky by Samantha James&lt;br /&gt;8. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me insert&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-4296236962220964225?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4296236962220964225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4296236962220964225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-26-first-10-songs-to-play-on.html' title='Day 26: First 10 songs to play on shuffle on your iPod'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-5452926207141684554</id><published>2010-12-25T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T16:55:00.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25: How you found out about blogger &amp; why you made one</title><content type='html'>I think it was through my friends when I was still in primary school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the 'in' thing four years back so I just created it out of curiosity ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-5452926207141684554?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/5452926207141684554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/5452926207141684554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-25-how-you-found-out-about-blogger.html' title='Day 25: How you found out about blogger &amp; why you made one'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-2767611092765196296</id><published>2010-12-24T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T15:08:00.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24: A song that makes you smile</title><content type='html'>Hummingbird heartbeat by Katy Perry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-2767611092765196296?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/2767611092765196296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/2767611092765196296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-24-song-that-makes-you-smile.html' title='Day 24: A song that makes you smile'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-5133760617838189298</id><published>2010-12-23T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T17:34:00.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23: What you would find in your bag</title><content type='html'>Just those common things you will find in a girl's bag?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-5133760617838189298?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/5133760617838189298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/5133760617838189298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-23-what-you-would-find-in-your-bag.html' title='Day 23: What you would find in your bag'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-7832328052643268733</id><published>2010-12-22T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T16:51:00.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22: Your nicknames &amp; why you have them</title><content type='html'>Gene/Gen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same pronunciation. Had this nickname since I was twelve. My friends started using it because my name was too long. This is also made for people who can't pick up the pronunciation the first time they meet me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-7832328052643268733?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7832328052643268733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7832328052643268733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-22-your-nicknames-why-you-have-them.html' title='Day 22: Your nicknames &amp; why you have them'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-3188910340596707652</id><published>2010-12-21T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:12:16.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transferred from Wordpress'/><title type='text'>When you're down to nothing, God is up to something.</title><content type='html'>I didn’t realize that I haven’t been blogging for quite some time. Hehe sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some luck I have, I have no shifts to work this entire week. Yay or nay? YAY of course hahahahahahaha. I thought I’d be pathetic like last year working on Xmas but guess not!!!! Weeeeee this means I’ll have activities coming up!!!! Then again, cash is running low for me har har har. Why is this always happening to me??!!?! LOL um I’m really super happy for some reason. By the way 2010 is ending boooo I was having so much fun then poof! it’s ending. I have a fear for 2011. Basically because um I know I will be losing something I know it is so important to me. I know I won’t be able to let go but I’m not going to like get upset over it because no point being so bothered. Maybe on the day of countdown everyone’d be welcoming 2011 and I’ll be the only one bursting in tears. Hahahahahaah!!!!!! K joke. Anyway that day Zoe Serene Verlin and I wrote on that ball, remember??? If you guys went to Citylink Mall recently I guess you’d know. YA the writing-on-the-ball ended. I was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I’m so glad Zoe Eugenia and Aslyn got promoted to Sec 5!!!!!!!!! Hehehehehe so happy for them. Yup yup you girls did a great job!!! Then y’know on fb I saw this “After the letter N comes O” -.- I forgot who wrote this but it got me so panicky. I don’t even know the date for the release of results. I hope it’s soon so it’ll end my suspense faster but I’m also afraid when the date comes crawling nearer. What is this I’m only sixteen!!! K la nvm as long as life’s great now it is fine w me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er I had a nightmare last night hahahahahaahaha it will only be to me. My friends were trying to help me overcome my phobia of cats (walao-.-) so they carried a white one and came running towards me. So I was on the verge of tears and pleading them not to please please please. LOL Hui Yi was defending and I held on tight to someone’s ( I cldn’t rmb who) hand cause I was really frightened. @ the scene when the cat was brought so close to me I jumped out of bed. Seeee??? Don’t play with me please I’m really terrified of them. Also yesterday night when I reached home, the lift door opened, the cat was just outside like some statue blocking the corridor. I was scared stiff!!!! Lol so I called home which sounds ridiculous and told my mum to help me. HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I think I’m in love with…………………………………………………………… Gong Cha!!!  Go try it if you haven’t! It’s heavenly!!!!!! Lol oh I noticed you are always the one doing the talking and I am always laughing wth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-3188910340596707652?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/3188910340596707652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/3188910340596707652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-youre-down-to-nothing-god-is-up-to.html' title='When you&apos;re down to nothing, God is up to something.'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-8453426656435375075</id><published>2010-12-21T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T15:49:00.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21: Short goals you wish to fulfill by the end of the month</title><content type='html'>Nothing. I don't wish to have any burdens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-8453426656435375075?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8453426656435375075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8453426656435375075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-21-short-goals-you-wish-to-fulfill.html' title='Day 21: Short goals you wish to fulfill by the end of the month'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-7662361203248542012</id><published>2010-12-20T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T16:49:00.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20: A letter to your parents</title><content type='html'>Dear Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for raising me up and sorry you're not the ones I confide in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;br /&gt;Genevieve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-7662361203248542012?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7662361203248542012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7662361203248542012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-20-letter-to-your-parents.html' title='Day 20: A letter to your parents'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-3845670411563297946</id><published>2010-12-19T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:48:00.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19: A habit you wish you didn’t have</title><content type='html'>Cracking my knuckles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a horrible habit ha ha. Too bad it has stuck on me for several years. Hard to quit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-3845670411563297946?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/3845670411563297946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/3845670411563297946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-19-habit-you-wish-you-didnt-have.html' title='Day 19: A habit you wish you didn’t have'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-7347941628290310348</id><published>2010-12-18T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T16:46:00.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18: A letter to someone you miss</title><content type='html'>Dear Someone I miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dumbfounded. What should I say? Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stronger now. No worries :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Genevieve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-7347941628290310348?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7347941628290310348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7347941628290310348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-18-letter-to-someone-you-miss.html' title='Day 18: A letter to someone you miss'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-576967200235505978</id><published>2010-12-17T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T16:42:01.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17: A photo that makes you want to cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Big question mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TPtQkGp2H6I/AAAAAAAABEI/vZCM2XFDkn0/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-576967200235505978?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/576967200235505978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/576967200235505978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-17-photo-that-makes-you-want-to-cry.html' title='Day 17: A photo that makes you want to cry'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-1325218136401010881</id><published>2010-12-16T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:32:00.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16: A photo that makes you smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TPtoM_CVKyI/AAAAAAAABEQ/beOvS6Jn3xo/s1600/p1025_06-08-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547141938325826338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TPtoM_CVKyI/AAAAAAAABEQ/beOvS6Jn3xo/s400/p1025_06-08-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-1325218136401010881?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/1325218136401010881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/1325218136401010881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-16-photo-that-makes-you-smile.html' title='Day 16: A photo that makes you smile'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TPtoM_CVKyI/AAAAAAAABEQ/beOvS6Jn3xo/s72-c/p1025_06-08-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-5385596489872625587</id><published>2010-12-15T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T18:00:39.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15: What you would if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant</title><content type='html'>Um I'm a female so I wouldn't get anyone pregnant. So if I were pregnant, I guess I won't know what to do? I can't predict what I'd do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to say because under that circumstance, I might have a different decision from now? Yea so this is something left for the future to decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-5385596489872625587?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/5385596489872625587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/5385596489872625587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-15-what-you-would-if-you-were.html' title='Day 15: What you would if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-453173028051928542</id><published>2010-12-14T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T16:24:00.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14: Something you love about yourself</title><content type='html'>I think I love myself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be thankful for everything God gave me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I hate it, I will learn to accept it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-453173028051928542?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/453173028051928542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/453173028051928542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-14-something-you-love-about.html' title='Day 14: Something you love about yourself'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-8214376797209672372</id><published>2010-12-13T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:24:00.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13: Your least favorite female group</title><content type='html'>Told ya'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-8214376797209672372?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8214376797209672372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8214376797209672372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-13-your-least-favorite-female-group.html' title='Day 13: Your least favorite female group'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-7169348421308039195</id><published>2010-12-13T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:11:15.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transferred from Wordpress'/><title type='text'>Once in a blue moon</title><content type='html'>Hi there. I have a new category for my blog posts and it’s called You Can Skip This. Hahahahaha because it gna be really boring so don’t bother reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a huge problem. I want my body alarm to go back to normal. Like sleeping @ 11 and waking up @ 10/11? I cannot stand myself waking up in the noon every single day and sleeping late into the night. It makes me very sleepy during the daytime and I cannot open my eyes fully. Is there any solutions to this? On top of that, I’ve lost track of the dates. I mean I don’t really know which date I’m living in. Yea major fail. How can one live in such uncertainty???!!!!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I’ve lost touch so I really need to go shopping but I’m so lazy to move my ass hahahahahhahahahaaaa. I AM GOING TO MAKE THE TRIP TO BKK POSSIBLE. Lol I want to learn boxing. Inspired by Sz from Gun Metal Grey. I want to watch movie leh. So Teck Sing faster meet me ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sidetrack a bit. She told me she changed. But I don’t believe in her anymore. Many people said, always say what you want to say before it is too late. Before things turn so bad there is no way to turn back time. Is that true? What if what you wanted to say might just destroy everything you have overnight? Will it still be worth it? Do you think you’ll be left with no regrets this way? I don’t think so. Because for the sake of some things I’d rather keep my mouth shut than witnessing everything end with my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K that’s all for today. I really don’t like such random posts feels v lousy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-7169348421308039195?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7169348421308039195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7169348421308039195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/once-in-blue-moon.html' title='Once in a blue moon'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-6096515053837210359</id><published>2010-12-12T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T16:22:00.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12: Your favorite female group</title><content type='html'>I'm not those type that goes gaga over some pop groups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for Day 13. Another wasted day -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-6096515053837210359?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6096515053837210359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6096515053837210359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-12-your-favorite-female-group.html' title='Day 12: Your favorite female group'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-4119955336605850074</id><published>2010-12-11T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:26:00.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11: A letter to one of your exes</title><content type='html'>I have been single all my life and I don't think it is something to be ashamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is not really my day? Not applicable for me at all. Ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-4119955336605850074?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4119955336605850074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4119955336605850074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-11-letter-to-one-of-your-exes.html' title='Day 11: A letter to one of your exes'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-1119418937317472732</id><published>2010-12-10T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T19:20:00.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10: Your best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TPd-LJIlqXI/AAAAAAAABD8/N715gSeO-t4/s1600/DSCF1068.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TPd-LJIlqXI/AAAAAAAABD8/N715gSeO-t4/s400/DSCF1068.JPG" width="400" border="0" ox="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few others who always claim that I am their best friend but hm I never really knew if they mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hehe Joey is my first best friend in secondary school days. I still remembered how much I hate having a best friend during primary school days then everything changed... After I met her. Lol! I sound like she's my boyfriend or something. Ok you know I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-1119418937317472732?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/1119418937317472732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/1119418937317472732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-10-your-best-friend.html' title='Day 10: Your best friend'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TPd-LJIlqXI/AAAAAAAABD8/N715gSeO-t4/s72-c/DSCF1068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-840763959899478679</id><published>2010-12-10T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:10:04.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transferred from Wordpress'/><title type='text'>Similarly</title><content type='html'>Hello. I think I am still blogging quite frequently right? Even though I said I am busy. Hm hahahaha cause I am working part-time. I’ve got a lot of plans up in my head and one of them is to finish the drama series of Gun Metal Grey. Hehe I know this is lame. Just completed episode 14 and now waiting for the auntie to deliver the dvds to my place on um… I don’t know. It’s quite a good show but if I’d have to choose, The Mysteries of Love or Every Move You Make is definitely better. Sorry ah I’m very hooked onto HK dramas, especially those that have something to do with crime investigations. Every time I watch such shows, I will go like WOW… And start worshipping the policemen/investigators/detective. Why their brain so solid one??!!?!??? Hahahahhahaha of course I know it is all part of the story but it is still so real that it keeps me wanting for more. Whoop &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did a small gathering with the dancers and Mr Peter on Tuesday. So glad to see all(almost) of them! But it’d still be good if everyone was present hees. We played Taboo!  Hahahahahaha it was really enjoyable and hilarious. I always have a good time when these dancers are around! Miss all those ol’ dancing days even though the range isn’t a very ideal place for practices. I will never forget how dirty my soles always get after each practice, ewwwww so dirty la! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-840763959899478679?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/840763959899478679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/840763959899478679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/similarly.html' title='Similarly'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-4536513155351200536</id><published>2010-12-09T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:15:00.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: Your definition of love</title><content type='html'>I don't have la. Simply because I don't believe in true love. Don't you think it is bullshit? Ok maybe not to you people out there but it is to me. No hard feelings ok. This is just my opinion. You can continue dreaming about your prince charming or that girl that is going to walk into your life and change you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when people say "You are like the air I breathe." or "I cannot live without you." PLEASE BE REALISTIC. The air you breathe has a name and it is called Oxygen. Without that person, your life still goes on. Even if the days are torturing, the pain is tormenting, but do you see yourself dying? No. And no one has ever loved someone more than another  person do. We express our love in a different way. It cannot be used as a comparison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a worked up post. K bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-4536513155351200536?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4536513155351200536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4536513155351200536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-9-your-definition-of-love.html' title='Day 9: Your definition of love'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-4087111319043497843</id><published>2010-12-08T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:54:04.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every single time I want to go forward, there seems to be a string behind me pulling me away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopping me from going any further so that I will stay at the same spot, so that I will never be moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel anything. I only feel something pulling my heart backwards. And the resistance is ten times stronger than the strength I tried to use to take a step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never succeeds and I can never proceed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-4087111319043497843?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4087111319043497843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4087111319043497843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/every-single-time-i-want-to-go-forward.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-4995229265011737119</id><published>2010-12-08T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:35:31.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It sucks when you realize that you ignored the people that always cared about you to spend time with people that never cared in the first place</title><content type='html'>I'm always like that and when I try to correct myself, it's just... too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not used to Wordpress, hehe and that is why I came back here to blog a lil. What do you think about my 30 Day Challenge posts? They are all scheduled by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-4995229265011737119?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4995229265011737119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4995229265011737119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-sucks-when-you-realize-that-you.html' title='It sucks when you realize that you ignored the people that always cared about you to spend time with people that never cared in the first place'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-6792900167385689145</id><published>2010-12-08T16:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T16:13:00.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8: Something you hate about yourself</title><content type='html'>I have ugly looking nails &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-6792900167385689145?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6792900167385689145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6792900167385689145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-8-something-you-hate-about-yourself.html' title='Day 8: Something you hate about yourself'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-7724433385242886697</id><published>2010-12-08T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:10:27.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transferred from Wordpress'/><title type='text'>Have you ever wished that Nobody exists?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-worw-0bbuFw/TWi0_U1tReI/AAAAAAAABKU/MsXG-AYR9qQ/s1600/tumblr_lcq1mq3u7n1qzmz4co1_5001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-worw-0bbuFw/TWi0_U1tReI/AAAAAAAABKU/MsXG-AYR9qQ/s400/tumblr_lcq1mq3u7n1qzmz4co1_5001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577907138517091810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know… We always tend to go like, “Nobody understands our pain.” or “Nobody appreciates.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is the best thing in the world, the world where dreams go wild. Nobody is perfect. Ah what a wonderful dream. *SNAP!* Sadly, this is reality. As much as we do not want, we have to face reality and be realistic. And reality is always cruel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-7724433385242886697?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7724433385242886697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7724433385242886697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-you-ever-wished-that-nobody-exists.html' title='Have you ever wished that Nobody exists?'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-worw-0bbuFw/TWi0_U1tReI/AAAAAAAABKU/MsXG-AYR9qQ/s72-c/tumblr_lcq1mq3u7n1qzmz4co1_5001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-3322497577112034434</id><published>2010-12-07T15:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:47:00.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: Your crush</title><content type='html'>None at the moment. I know it is hard to believe because so many people are sure that I have one which is so -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is up to you to belive it or not :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Please ignore the time at the end of each post of the 30 Day Challenge. I scheduled this posts so the timings are not accurate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-3322497577112034434?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/3322497577112034434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/3322497577112034434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-7-your-crush.html' title='Day 7: Your crush'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-1222871492400720548</id><published>2010-12-06T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:07:24.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transferred from Wordpress'/><title type='text'>Trying out</title><content type='html'>Still figuring out how to use WordPress. Hm challenging ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason why I’ve moved to WordPress is because, firstly, I like how I can public/private certain posts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I really need a new url. So if WordPress is um, how should I put it in words… Anyway just give me some time to adapt to the changes alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I’ll still be updating at my Blogger because I am halfway through my 30 Day Challenge. So this means both my WordPress and Blogger will still be active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh do check back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-1222871492400720548?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/1222871492400720548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/1222871492400720548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/trying-out.html' title='Trying out'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-1877011071292801032</id><published>2010-12-06T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T19:05:07.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: A song that makes you cry</title><content type='html'>Every song can only make me cry once. I don't know why my body work this way. It can be irritating sometimes. The most recent one would be this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;What if — Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4R89JB2Vxxs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&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/4R89JB2Vxxs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-1877011071292801032?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/1877011071292801032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/1877011071292801032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-6-song-that-makes-you-cry.html' title='Day 6: A song that makes you cry'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-8296053362295679393</id><published>2010-12-05T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T15:36:00.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: A photo of something you really hate</title><content type='html'>There is no way I am going to post a picture of a cat up on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I hate them a lot. More of afraid though. They make my life miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-8296053362295679393?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8296053362295679393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8296053362295679393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-5-photo-of-something-you-really.html' title='Day 5: A photo of something you really hate'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-2319484003815465009</id><published>2010-12-04T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T15:31:00.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: About your family</title><content type='html'>I have a seemingly complete family. I have a younger sister, a huge number of relatives and some I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting my dog, my late grandmother, my late grandfather and my late great grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you are my family. Because we have the same blood running in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question. Are people these days still aware the true meaning of Family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-2319484003815465009?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/2319484003815465009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/2319484003815465009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-4-about-your-family.html' title='Day 4: About your family'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-7728230651487317043</id><published>2010-12-03T15:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T15:21:00.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: About your friends</title><content type='html'>Majority of them are Chinese. I have friends that are Malay and Indian as well. Some are Christian, others are Buddhist. The rest are Free Thinkers like me! I get along best with friends under my age group. Ha ha who doesn't? My friends aren't the most perfect but I always enjoy their company. My friends have flaws but they have their strengths as well. I won't mention names but some are really thoughtful, understanding and sensible. And there is another group whereby they are always cheerful, gullible and hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always firmly believed that my friends are gifts from God. It is when you can treat your friends like your family, you have reached the highest peak of Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-7728230651487317043?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7728230651487317043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7728230651487317043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-3-about-your-friends.html' title='Day 3: About your friends'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-2830975030670423268</id><published>2010-12-02T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:54:00.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: The meaning behind your name</title><content type='html'>I googled it and this was the best answer I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Genevieve is a feminine name. Its exact origin and therefore meaning is disputed. Some experts feel it is of French origin while others argue that it is derived from Old German meaning 'white wave'. Still others are convinced it is of Celtic origins meaning '&lt;a href="http://www.blurtit.com/q4307098.html"&gt;race&lt;/a&gt; of women'. It has many variations like Jenny, Gena, Jennie, Genavieve, Jenevieve, Geneva, Janeva Gina, Geneve, Genny, Genovera, Gennie, Genoveva, Genivieve, Geneveeve, Genevie and Genivee.In &lt;a href="http://www.blurtit.com/q726916.html"&gt;Christianity&lt;/a&gt; Saint Genevieve is the patron saint of the city of Paris. Her feast is celebrated on the third of January. She was a simple pious peasant girl from Nanterre in France. She shifted to &lt;a href="http://www.blurtit.com/q341780.html"&gt;Paris&lt;/a&gt; and stayed with her godmother Lutetia. In Paris her fame spread far and wide owing to her pious works of &lt;a class="kLink" id="KonaLink5" href="http://www.blurtit.com/q820707.html#" target="undefined"&gt;charity&lt;/a&gt; and her sacrificial adherence to a strict vegetarian diet. She is most &lt;a href="http://www.blurtit.com/q1179891.html"&gt;revered&lt;/a&gt; for her contribution of repelling the invasion of Paris by the Attila the Hun. He went on to lay siege to Orleans instead.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some other answers which can be found &lt;a href="http://www.blurtit.com/q820707.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-2830975030670423268?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/2830975030670423268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/2830975030670423268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-2-meaning-behind-your-name.html' title='Day 2: The meaning behind your name'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-5553180806802530213</id><published>2010-12-01T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:24:50.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: 5 interesting facts about yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have an appetite as small as an ant's which irritates me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I eat as slow as a snail. Ha ha ha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am in love with weekdays and have something against weekends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I am 5cm taller.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have an enormous crush on JJ Lin since I was eleven. In short, I idolize him!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-5553180806802530213?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/5553180806802530213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/5553180806802530213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-1-5-interesting-facts-about.html' title='Day 1: 5 interesting facts about yourself'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-1387855189743435871</id><published>2010-11-30T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T16:04:33.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know how you manage to be so oblivious to the surroundings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TPSjFvaSoOI/AAAAAAAABD4/TBAtSecpTyo/s1600/JJ+I+AM+World+Tour.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TPSjFvaSoOI/AAAAAAAABD4/TBAtSecpTyo/s400/JJ+I+AM+World+Tour.bmp" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LOOOK I'M SO GOING TO HIS CONCERT THIS TIME ROUND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHO'S IN?????!!!!! PLS ASK ME ALONG IT HAS BEEN ONE OF MY DREAMS TO GO TO HIS CONCERT HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See more at &lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/"&gt;http://www.sistic.com.sg/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hi. This will be probably the last random post I have? Cause my days are getting buiser and busier! I dread it but it is still better than having nothing to do and letting your thoughts run wild? Mmmmhmm. Joey isn't working with me :( Okay it is time to be independent. No doubt I do have thoughts to not take up the job but I cannot afford to be jobless now. Hopefully she gets a job that she likes soon! Whilst I start my training starting tomorrow! I heard a little from Evan. Please be kind Manager... Ha ha. I miss those days when I sit in front of the computer not knowing what to do and start blogging and always ranting about the same old thing. Like, I am bored, I am bored and I AM BORED. Lol when will I ever get that chance again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;However, life is still good in another way whereby I am always showered with love. There is something about myself I don't understand. Whenever I'm out with my friends, no matter what we do or don't do, even if it gets boring, at the end of the day, I still enjoy it. It is like I am able to see the bright side of things. Have I changed?? Is this a good thing? I really enjoy the company I get. I feel so protected with my friends around. Hehe everything is just so wonderful and dreamy (I always get sleepy and it feels like I am floating ha ha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mmmm and I won't forget that morning when the four of us sat on the rocks in attempt to catch the sunrise but failed. Ha ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-1387855189743435871?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/1387855189743435871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/1387855189743435871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-know-how-you-manage-to-be-so.html' title='I don&apos;t know how you manage to be so oblivious to the surroundings'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TPSjFvaSoOI/AAAAAAAABD4/TBAtSecpTyo/s72-c/JJ+I+AM+World+Tour.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-6701370606901319703</id><published>2010-11-22T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T16:01:34.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hi I was kidding previously about the not sharing my prom photos with you guys. It's not about sharing anyway. It is because this is my blog and I really want to pen down everything I went through here if possible. But sometimes due to some reasons, I'm restrained to do so. Not all the pictures are posted up here if you notice. The pictures are in no order by the way. Here it goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOo-XAHmd8I/AAAAAAAABDU/Pcr8isdJysc/s1600/18112010401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOo-XAHmd8I/AAAAAAAABDU/Pcr8isdJysc/s400/18112010401.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOo-iHOuBTI/AAAAAAAABDY/p4_niYdV2PA/s1600/18112010402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOo-iHOuBTI/AAAAAAAABDY/p4_niYdV2PA/s400/18112010402.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOo-1S7MhZI/AAAAAAAABDc/VXDCwbinMSI/s1600/18112010418.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOo-1S7MhZI/AAAAAAAABDc/VXDCwbinMSI/s400/18112010418.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOo_AjL0AhI/AAAAAAAABDk/irhLG7yHbJo/s1600/18112010419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOo_AjL0AhI/AAAAAAAABDk/irhLG7yHbJo/s400/18112010419.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOo_J8AXL5I/AAAAAAAABDo/lGVrRdPnsBA/s1600/18112010425.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOo_J8AXL5I/AAAAAAAABDo/lGVrRdPnsBA/s400/18112010425.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's so cute&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOo_LM6R8gI/AAAAAAAABDs/bo-y8b-PB2w/s1600/76054_463411735821_546625821_5377585_1025914_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOo_LM6R8gI/AAAAAAAABDs/bo-y8b-PB2w/s400/76054_463411735821_546625821_5377585_1025914_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOo_Mn6f1JI/AAAAAAAABDw/RJ5yzYfuEd8/s1600/74476_1705951696988_1483894235_1770089_3820663_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOo_Mn6f1JI/AAAAAAAABDw/RJ5yzYfuEd8/s400/74476_1705951696988_1483894235_1770089_3820663_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOo_NOVZeOI/AAAAAAAABD0/1_Ht1EIAThg/s1600/154357_462629388812_562473812_5655545_6572506_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOo_NOVZeOI/AAAAAAAABD0/1_Ht1EIAThg/s400/154357_462629388812_562473812_5655545_6572506_n.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Looking back at the pictures really makes me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The pictures are taken with my E72. Picture quality not that bad right? I think it's better than my camera. Just that the flash is a bit too much for a pair of naked eyes to take haha. So I think I'll be using my E72 take charge of all my pictures until I get a dslr. More convenient this way hees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok bye have a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-6701370606901319703?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6701370606901319703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6701370606901319703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/11/once-in-lifetime.html' title='Once in a lifetime'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOo-XAHmd8I/AAAAAAAABDU/Pcr8isdJysc/s72-c/18112010401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-830833870626328058</id><published>2010-11-21T18:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T18:27:35.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sec 2 promoting to Sec 3E taking Add Math or Sec 3 promoting to Sec 4E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;who wants A maths tuition?&lt;br /&gt;mail me @ gfor-genevieve@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;this is not a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and friends, pls help me spread the word?(not on fb pls) Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-830833870626328058?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/830833870626328058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/830833870626328058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/11/sec-2-promoting-to-sec-3e-taking-add.html' title='Sec 2 promoting to Sec 3E taking Add Math or Sec 3 promoting to Sec 4E'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-6671579433538466052</id><published>2010-11-21T16:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T16:33:11.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish there is an aeroplane waiting for me to board it so it can take off and fly me to a faraway place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No doubt life is still great. But nothing is going to change my mind. I will work hard when I enter poly and earn myself a place in a university overseas. I want to leave Singapore. I want to start my life afresh. I want to get to know new people with different personalities that I've never encountered in my life. It's not that I won't ever come back or I want to forget everything about Singapore. Singapore is my hometown, I will come back someday. Now my mind is set, I'd really like to further my studies abroad. Maybe leaving Singapore will then make me cherish people around me more. Or maybe it wouldn't be much of a difference. I need a break from this hectic lifestyle in Singapore and meet more optimistic people overseas. The most cheerful friend I've met in 16 years was Jia Po. So I hope there are more of such people like him to come in the near future.I wouldn't want to abandon my life here in Singapore but I want a new life overseas. Like knowing the culture and habits of that country and slowly I'd turn into one of them? Maybe. Still, I'd be proud to tell anyone that I'm a Singaporean. So support my decision rather than trying to change my mind? Because I am not going to listen to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-6671579433538466052?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6671579433538466052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6671579433538466052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wish-there-is-aeroplane-waiting-for.html' title='I wish there is an aeroplane waiting for me to board it so it can take off and fly me to a faraway place'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-9010861755971383740</id><published>2010-11-19T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T16:02:23.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic happens</title><content type='html'>﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOYtYdM2rjI/AAAAAAAABC4/fV1QZs80Xhs/s1600/74871_172674772758293_100000473149760_541306_1627401_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOYtYdM2rjI/AAAAAAAABC4/fV1QZs80Xhs/s400/74871_172674772758293_100000473149760_541306_1627401_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's my foot...on her shoulder. HAHAHA!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOYtcGctWCI/AAAAAAAABC8/Fnwds2j1qm8/s1600/75647_172676782758092_100000473149760_541340_6037089_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOYtcGctWCI/AAAAAAAABC8/Fnwds2j1qm8/s400/75647_172676782758092_100000473149760_541340_6037089_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOYteUHB5fI/AAAAAAAABDA/PNIszarV-HQ/s1600/75684_172673012758469_100000473149760_541287_243854_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOYteUHB5fI/AAAAAAAABDA/PNIszarV-HQ/s400/75684_172673012758469_100000473149760_541287_243854_n.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to spend the rest of my life with you lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOYthDcBZDI/AAAAAAAABDE/JWuikRvLDgU/s1600/75996_172675676091536_100000473149760_541318_1726550_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOYthDcBZDI/AAAAAAAABDE/JWuikRvLDgU/s400/75996_172675676091536_100000473149760_541318_1726550_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOYtk7uhyMI/AAAAAAAABDI/zIpfR_eD1Qc/s1600/76840_172673206091783_100000473149760_541289_1264151_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOYtk7uhyMI/AAAAAAAABDI/zIpfR_eD1Qc/s400/76840_172673206091783_100000473149760_541289_1264151_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOYtqOTkqxI/AAAAAAAABDM/xz9jGs3d8D0/s1600/148558_469437883255_827288255_5601538_1193417_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOYtqOTkqxI/AAAAAAAABDM/xz9jGs3d8D0/s400/148558_469437883255_827288255_5601538_1193417_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOYtvgQFcPI/AAAAAAAABDQ/C0dZW1sgl0w/s1600/155185_469071423255_827288255_5598094_3959876_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOYtvgQFcPI/AAAAAAAABDQ/C0dZW1sgl0w/s400/155185_469071423255_827288255_5598094_3959876_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So...yep this was my Post O's activity #1. Haha! To spend quality time with Kalipp. I look very tired because this was after our last paper. You know after studying long term and you will look all tired, old and ugly. Lol k I've exaggerated. Anyway, first headed to The Coffee Bean w Zoe and Serene while waiting for the rest to finish their last paper in the afternoon. It was just some catching up about life. Coolsome. Then around evening we headed to zoe's place for vegeterian dinner :) It's always nice to have them around because I forget all my frustrations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoop! Yesterday was prom. Really A W E S O M E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tell you what's so fun about prom? You've got to be there to sense the atmosphere. I can't remember who said this "Magic happens during prom." I guess it does. I...don't want to upload the pictures! :p I'm selfish. I want the pictures to be for my eyes only HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA oooh btw, I had a haircut while doing my hair at the salon yesterday. Now my hair is much healthier! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok I think I'm going grocery shopping in a while. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-9010861755971383740?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/9010861755971383740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/9010861755971383740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/11/thats-my-foot.html' title='Magic happens'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TOYtYdM2rjI/AAAAAAAABC4/fV1QZs80Xhs/s72-c/74871_172674772758293_100000473149760_541306_1627401_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-8855062238986033290</id><published>2010-11-15T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:07:12.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes we should just speak the truth, to avoid creating more lies to cover up the previous one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want a new url.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-8855062238986033290?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8855062238986033290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8855062238986033290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-we-should-just-speak-truth-to.html' title='Sometimes we should just speak the truth, to avoid creating more lies to cover up the previous one'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-4125630988558848136</id><published>2010-11-15T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:07:20.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My opinion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know, because you have exprience does not mean that your advice is really useful. Likewise, people who do not have certain experiences might then be the ones who surprises you with useful advices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to have this mindset that once certain people around us have had this particular bad experience, we should not try it. Well, why not? If he/she did not do it, what makes you think that others won't be able to do it as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we have confidence in others? Believe in them. They might not be what we think they are. Perhaps, we are just afraid they might fall. But what's life without falls? We fall once in a while and we climb back up. This cycles continues. We shouldn't avoid it. If life's too perfect, you're too cautious. And you'll never make things big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just needs to learn it the hard way. Let them be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-4125630988558848136?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4125630988558848136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4125630988558848136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-opinion.html' title='My opinion'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-7018899074849684704</id><published>2010-11-14T11:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T16:03:40.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night in Regent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hi dearies! I'm back. Here, let me rant just for once. It's over! My O Levels are over! IT'S OVER OVER OVER OVER OVER!!! As usual, a lot have happened in the recent but let's just sidetrack a bit and rewind time back to a month ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yes. As promised, here's my Graduation Night. (Fyi, this post is drafted out long ago, so the sequence of events should be quite accurate, reason why I did not publish it is because I don't have the time to wait for the photos to be uploaded heh) So yep are you ready??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, we've come this far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for crying with me, standing by me when I cried, listening to my rantings, making me laugh, understanding my situations, being my twitter buddies, sharing your daily happenings with me, cracking jokes out of anything random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was during the ceremony...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNzBXr1x_DI/AAAAAAAABCE/Kpm_rx5tfmU/s1600/37164_446497690821_546625821_5122005_4519764_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNzBXr1x_DI/AAAAAAAABCE/Kpm_rx5tfmU/s400/37164_446497690821_546625821_5122005_4519764_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNzBaP9H0kI/AAAAAAAABCI/nX0CagCp7PE/s1600/65979_446504705821_546625821_5122124_6161082_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNzBaP9H0kI/AAAAAAAABCI/nX0CagCp7PE/s400/65979_446504705821_546625821_5122124_6161082_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNzBdMhdzkI/AAAAAAAABCQ/pnwKAA0WJF4/s1600/67444_446505020821_546625821_5122135_4218805_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNzBdMhdzkI/AAAAAAAABCQ/pnwKAA0WJF4/s400/67444_446505020821_546625821_5122135_4218805_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNzBiKQQODI/AAAAAAAABCU/pXUSThyymIw/s1600/69444_446515425821_546625821_5122366_5730545_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNzBiKQQODI/AAAAAAAABCU/pXUSThyymIw/s400/69444_446515425821_546625821_5122366_5730545_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNzBlZqPguI/AAAAAAAABCY/UuYjwckBZrc/s1600/71674_446501555821_546625821_5122071_7550702_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNzBlZqPguI/AAAAAAAABCY/UuYjwckBZrc/s400/71674_446501555821_546625821_5122071_7550702_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-SG; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;I was extremely happy up to the skies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was like ten times or even more better than the last day of school! And the best thing is I did not shed a tear! Anyway halfway through the ceremony, my lips started bleeding. Hahaha but it wasn’t something serious. I’m still glad that many friends sitting around me asked if I was okay. Even the auntie cleaning the toilet gave me a sweet to stop my bleeding and it really helped! My bleeding stopped afterwards. Ok so basically when we were allowed to have our refreshments, I was going around taking pictures in the hall to the canteen. It was mad exciting to take pictures with people you know from sec 1 to 4 and really random people but you know them. Hm had quite a hard time searching for the teachers. I guess they all fleed after the ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy6nvYKhnI/AAAAAAAABAs/9DxmZiYMlR8/s1600/DSCF2246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy6nvYKhnI/AAAAAAAABAs/9DxmZiYMlR8/s400/DSCF2246.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy6xkdtCyI/AAAAAAAABAw/nKpxg-qLcVQ/s1600/DSCF2253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy6xkdtCyI/AAAAAAAABAw/nKpxg-qLcVQ/s400/DSCF2253.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy68Sx5ZMI/AAAAAAAABA0/gV07YAI8mjg/s1600/DSCF2254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy68Sx5ZMI/AAAAAAAABA0/gV07YAI8mjg/s400/DSCF2254.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy8l5ZRFZI/AAAAAAAABA8/pyu9oaTOndo/s1600/15102010265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy8l5ZRFZI/AAAAAAAABA8/pyu9oaTOndo/s400/15102010265.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy8vExfj2I/AAAAAAAABBA/PxlxXuCTvDw/s1600/15102010266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy8vExfj2I/AAAAAAAABBA/PxlxXuCTvDw/s400/15102010266.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy9JmAloUI/AAAAAAAABBE/yuX-MuD__Y0/s1600/15102010268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy9JmAloUI/AAAAAAAABBE/yuX-MuD__Y0/s400/15102010268.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy9UKi8bsI/AAAAAAAABBI/7N2CLWzdn64/s1600/15102010269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy9UKi8bsI/AAAAAAAABBI/7N2CLWzdn64/s400/15102010269.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy9ejv9fPI/AAAAAAAABBM/aasE8-imSn0/s1600/15102010270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy9ejv9fPI/AAAAAAAABBM/aasE8-imSn0/s400/15102010270.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mdm Kua... Hm I've promised her to work hard for the last time for Geography during O's but I don't think I can make it. My Geography paper is a sure fail and I've still let her down. I really did my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy9ohSI7PI/AAAAAAAABBQ/koP1S0CNT9o/s1600/15102010272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy9ohSI7PI/AAAAAAAABBQ/koP1S0CNT9o/s400/15102010272.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-SG; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Oh and it was Ms Su’s birthday! In my impression, Ms Su was a firm yet nice teacher. For some reasons, she always have trust in me which made me felt confident and aim to do well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy9y59u-II/AAAAAAAABBU/xLifNnwxl2M/s1600/15102010274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy9y59u-II/AAAAAAAABBU/xLifNnwxl2M/s400/15102010274.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy97YNjKfI/AAAAAAAABBY/AaKfXoMnRXE/s1600/15102010280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy97YNjKfI/AAAAAAAABBY/AaKfXoMnRXE/s400/15102010280.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy-EMVOlQI/AAAAAAAABBc/JdfscqxAjWs/s1600/15102010294.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy-EMVOlQI/AAAAAAAABBc/JdfscqxAjWs/s400/15102010294.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaha... This is in descending order if you notice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy-Mzu141I/AAAAAAAABBg/9Z6DkkAQbmU/s1600/15102010303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy-Mzu141I/AAAAAAAABBg/9Z6DkkAQbmU/s400/15102010303.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-SG; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Ok and all I did was taking pictures with everyone I see and I even have some Polaroid pictures!!! Specially thanks to Zheng Jie and Daryl. And also Edi!!! Her dslr helped me took quite a number of pictures heh&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-SG; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt; and I didn’t have time to eat although I was starving. I had a plate of bee hoon on the table. Hui Yi , Yuan Bin and the others were eating and I was like taking pictures. Lol seriously it took me a very long time to finish that plate of bee hoon. I made Yuan Bin waited very very long because I was waiting for Eugenia to rush back to school to take a group picture with Kalipp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNzDc13itJI/AAAAAAAABCc/dlGcwikQ__Y/s1600/002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNzDc13itJI/AAAAAAAABCc/dlGcwikQ__Y/s400/002.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNzDe21NTlI/AAAAAAAABCg/EYij7Jxsu6I/s1600/003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNzDe21NTlI/AAAAAAAABCg/EYij7Jxsu6I/s400/003.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNzDgC86jNI/AAAAAAAABCk/SiOnkraEqZQ/s1600/004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNzDgC86jNI/AAAAAAAABCk/SiOnkraEqZQ/s400/004.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is now my wallpaper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy-WzI9zsI/AAAAAAAABBk/U6IoMmKY5js/s1600/15102010308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy-WzI9zsI/AAAAAAAABBk/U6IoMmKY5js/s400/15102010308.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy-jHI05wI/AAAAAAAABBo/v2qLiuhhOso/s1600/15102010309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy-jHI05wI/AAAAAAAABBo/v2qLiuhhOso/s400/15102010309.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Joey suggested to walk to the interchange and we all agreed. Haha it was hilarious.Yuan Bin helped me chased the cat away!! Lol. While sending Hui Yi home, we saw Jia Po and friends. Guess what? Yea started taking pictures again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy-s4mkh0I/AAAAAAAABBs/icCI_GmAaBA/s1600/15102010311.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy-s4mkh0I/AAAAAAAABBs/icCI_GmAaBA/s400/15102010311.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy-21hEB4I/AAAAAAAABBw/eXJyH2votvI/s1600/15102010312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy-21hEB4I/AAAAAAAABBw/eXJyH2votvI/s400/15102010312.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy_GQ3hlcI/AAAAAAAABB0/G3vtPMum2sU/s1600/15102010313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy_GQ3hlcI/AAAAAAAABB0/G3vtPMum2sU/s400/15102010313.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy_PvSn7jI/AAAAAAAABB4/Q92L3olXw8w/s1600/15102010314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy_PvSn7jI/AAAAAAAABB4/Q92L3olXw8w/s400/15102010314.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy_X5IDoKI/AAAAAAAABB8/wPlrKGJXvtg/s1600/15102010315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy_X5IDoKI/AAAAAAAABB8/wPlrKGJXvtg/s400/15102010315.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy_isUQtXI/AAAAAAAABCA/Snqu4tt-baY/s1600/15102010324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNy_isUQtXI/AAAAAAAABCA/Snqu4tt-baY/s400/15102010324.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was an awesome night filled with laughters and no tears. Thank you for all the gifts, cards and texts that kept me in good mood for quite a long period of time. It was all so heart warming. God has been really really kind to send me wonderful people and I guess I've met quite a number of true friends in my life so far and I hope there's more to come. I love you everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-7018899074849684704?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7018899074849684704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7018899074849684704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-night-in-regent.html' title='Last night in Regent'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TNzBXr1x_DI/AAAAAAAABCE/Kpm_rx5tfmU/s72-c/37164_446497690821_546625821_5122005_4519764_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-7536528743014887244</id><published>2010-10-16T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T17:40:13.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness will fall in place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi all I'll do updates about my last day of school and graduation night when I have the time! Please don't abandon my blog I promise I will be back! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and regarding the pictures on Grad night. I'll do the uploading once I have the time as well. Please be patient with me I am so sorry! Or if you cannot afford to wait, haha, you can get it from me in person :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I have to get back to studying now bye bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-7536528743014887244?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7536528743014887244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7536528743014887244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/10/happiness-will-fall-in-place.html' title='Happiness will fall in place'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-3796076182088525747</id><published>2010-10-08T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T17:20:06.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have thorns, so do I</title><content type='html'>I'm still not asleep yet!! I am definitely going to sleep later!! And then wake up to watch How I Met Your Mother and antm cycle 13 heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sian tuition tomorrow. 3 more lessons only. And heh 4 more days left in Rgt!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok damn happy like mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-3796076182088525747?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/3796076182088525747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/3796076182088525747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-have-thorns-so-do-i.html' title='You have thorns, so do I'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-4632550561789186752</id><published>2010-10-08T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T16:16:13.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We never know what tomorrow may bring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;After one whole week of drama, I realised I am actually much stronger than I thought I was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you've noticed I am only able to use the computer once a week now because basically I'm rushing to complete my to-dos when I reach home every evening/night. Also, replenish my sleep. I've been catching up on my sleep in class as well! This is how drained I am but I'm not asking for any sympathy la.I won't be going on hiatus just because O's in nearing because I see no point in it. It's not as if you don't use the computer, you will score good grades right?? Haha but I will definitely be using it lesser. There's no need to 'control' anymore. I have so much to do that 24 hours is not even enough so let alone using the computer.That's all I want to say. I'm going to sleep. Good night! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-4632550561789186752?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4632550561789186752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4632550561789186752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-never-know-what-tomorrow-may-bring.html' title='We never know what tomorrow may bring'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-4719029495041412753</id><published>2010-10-01T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T15:59:05.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi October</title><content type='html'>September passed in a flash! Overall, September was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha ok I'm home now. Really sleepy. I hope my sis comes home as late as possible or stay over @ her friend's place also ok. I'm damn mean haha but seriously it's much more peaceful w/o her @ home. Wtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day I'm taking a bus/walking to school together with Zoe and Eugenia because today is their last day of school. Sigh I hate going to school alone! I'm so envious of people that has company otw to school right from their doorstep or the bus stop under their block. Like Cher Chau and Yi Wei or Jia Po and Yuan Bin. They have been going to school together for 4 years! How great. Haha I was talking to Ks about this the other day. We are so sad that we are always going to school on our own! Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just counted. I'm only left with 9 days in school! Weeeeeeeee then it'll be the start of O's. Finally bidding goodbye to Rgt. Ok I can't stop being lazy. Whyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to Zheng Jie/ts/sy :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Is a cucumber a fruit or a vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit.&lt;br /&gt;Cucumbers are scientifically classified as fruits. Having an enclosed seed and developing from a flower, botanically speaking, cucumbers are classified as fruits, however, they tend to be seen as vegetables, being prepared and eaten as such. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So zj is correct lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-4719029495041412753?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4719029495041412753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4719029495041412753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-october.html' title='Hi October'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-8876608019596122709</id><published>2010-09-25T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T00:15:03.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If tomorrow never comes</title><content type='html'>I want to complete this post before the clock ticks to 1159 PM. There is exactly 30 more days to o levels including today. When I wake up tomorrow morning, I will be left with 29 more days to get prepared. This whole month was totally demoralising. All I felt was demoralised and demoralized. I don't know what's the difference. A friend asked me if I was ready. Honestly, I don't know. That was my reply. I do not have the courage to say that I am well-prepared already. Neither am I entirely unprepared for my national exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know numerous people out there have high hopes on me but I am just not as good as they think I am. Many people keep trying to convince me that I am doing well and complimenting me. Honestly, I am not. However, I do not want to let anyone down. I am trying hard to stay focused and take sufficient rest when needed but I realise I'm outrageous. My time management is horrible and my attention span can be as short as 5 minutes. I though I spent a long time studying and when I unlock my phone and look at the time, only few minutes have passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Not what I expected''. No amount of apologies could compensate the disappointment I brought to people who expected me to do well. I don't know how I should improve myself. I always put so much pressure on myself which results in self-doubt. The fear of not being able to meet with the expectations of my own and of others makes me nervous and cause me to perform badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually realised earlier on that I have been enjoying what I am doing all this while. I mean the subject combination. This is what I wanted and I achieved it when I was a Secondary 2 student two years back. However the fear of not being able to do what I like in the future is drowning me. This is the reason I have worked so hard for but why am I on the verge of giving up now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the thoughts that have been haunting me this entire month. You may think it's no big deal or perhaps I just think too much. Then maybe you're right. I guess we ought to reflect on ourselves and hm different people comes up with different conclusions for themselves. So I'd appreciate if you don't judge mine. Please also do not mention this when we are talking because I won't want to talk to you about this. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-8876608019596122709?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8876608019596122709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8876608019596122709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-tomorrow-never-comes_25.html' title='If tomorrow never comes'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-3424810833840067796</id><published>2010-09-25T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T00:07:20.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If tomorrow never comes</title><content type='html'>I want to complete this post before the clock ticks to 1159 PM. There is exactly 30 more days to o levels including today. When I wake up tomorrow morning, I will be left with 29 more days to get prepared. This whole month was totally demoralising. All I felt was demoralised and demoralized. I don't know what's the difference. A friend asked me if I was ready. Honestly, I don't know. That was my reply. I do not have the courage to say that I am well-prepared already. Neither am I entirely unprepared for my national exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know numerous people out there have high hopes on me but I am just not as good as they think I am. Many people keep trying to convince me that I am doing well and shower me with compliments. Honestly, I am not. However, I do not want to let anyone down. I am trying hard to stay focused and take sufficient rest when needed but I realise I'm outrageous. My time management is horrible and my attention span can be as short as 5 minutes. I though I spent a long time studying and when I unlock my phone and look at the time, only few minutes have passed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Not what I expected''. No amount of apologies could compensate the disappointment I brought to people who expected me to do well. I don't know how I should improve myself. I always put so much pressure on myself which results in self-doubt. The fear of not being able to meet with the expectations of my own and of others makes me nervous and cause me to perform badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually realised earlier on that I have actually been enjoying what I am doing all this while. I mean the subject combination. This is what I wanted and I achieved it when I was a Secondary 2 student two years back. However the fear of not being able to do what I like in the future is drowning me. This is the reason I have worked so hard for but why am I on the verge of giving up now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the thoughts that have been haunting me this entire month. You may think it's no big deal or perhaps I just think too much. Then maybe you're right. I guess we ought to reflect on ourselves and hm different people comes up with different conclusions for themselves. So I'd appreciate if you don't judge mine. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-3424810833840067796?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/3424810833840067796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/3424810833840067796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-tomorrow-never-comes.html' title='If tomorrow never comes'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-5604096147239680596</id><published>2010-09-24T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T15:06:49.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not going to let emotions over take me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TJxNiTfOsKI/AAAAAAAAA_I/1_osZJ5XhvM/s1600/P1437_21-09-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520372494991536290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TJxNiTfOsKI/AAAAAAAAA_I/1_osZJ5XhvM/s400/P1437_21-09-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Look, my classmates are so adorable.(Btw, I got this picture from Serene's blog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-5604096147239680596?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/5604096147239680596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/5604096147239680596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-going-to-let-emotions-over-take-me.html' title='Not going to let emotions over take me'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TJxNiTfOsKI/AAAAAAAAA_I/1_osZJ5XhvM/s72-c/P1437_21-09-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-629011132206994630</id><published>2010-09-19T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T00:38:19.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I am feeling inside</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking if I should study with a partner or stick to the way I did during the September holidays. Staying at home alone to complete my revision. Ok crap I even thought of attending English tuition for just one month to brush up on my English. Ok a bit impossible though. However, the problem just lies with my English! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a peaceful Saturday night. I feel so... peaceful. K I will update if I have the time and have something to blog about. Anyway, as you can see, some changes have been made to my blog. Like it? I think it is quite average.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-629011132206994630?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/629011132206994630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/629011132206994630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-how-i-am-feeling-inside.html' title='This is how I am feeling inside'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-3967624038454580150</id><published>2010-09-18T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T23:54:22.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the weekends</title><content type='html'>It feels really good to be blogging through my computer again. The screen is bigger and it is more convenient. Everything is just better here. Like finally after 2 to 3 months. Btw, there wouldn't be much updates about my life because it would be much about my studies. Oh and my eyebrows looks damn neat now! Finally got them trimmed! &lt;br /&gt;Ok bye! Enjoy your sunday ahead! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv you guys max! (I think I'll be having dinner alone tomorrow and the upcoming weekends so if you're having a similar situation like me, text me! We can have dinner together haha.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-3967624038454580150?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/3967624038454580150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/3967624038454580150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-weekends.html' title='I love the weekends'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-8324669572362756392</id><published>2010-09-13T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:22:06.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the night turns cold</title><content type='html'>This is so depressing, there is school tomorrow... I have a feeling something is going to go wrong. My bag is full of books and worksheets. Lol this is due to my laziness teehee I just throw everything I used as reference for homework at any place near me. Tomorrow is going to be a bad day? Please prove me wrong. Goodnight world. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-8324669572362756392?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8324669572362756392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8324669572362756392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-night-turns-cold.html' title='When the night turns cold'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-5929549878653136522</id><published>2010-09-12T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T13:00:42.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your priced possessions</title><content type='html'>1. The last doll Po Po got me before she left&lt;br /&gt;2. The bracelet I got for both Joey and I for her 15th birthday&lt;br /&gt;3. The bracelet Joey got for each of us for our 3rd Anniversary&lt;br /&gt;4. All the cards by my fellow friends!&lt;br /&gt;5. That I-don't-know-how-to-describe chain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are yours? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-5929549878653136522?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/5929549878653136522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/5929549878653136522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/09/your-priced-possessions.html' title='Your priced possessions'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-8849222304913513110</id><published>2010-09-12T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T01:10:39.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends IV</title><content type='html'>Friend: "What would I do without you?"&lt;br /&gt;Other friend replies: "I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything peculiar to talk to your good friends like this. Besides, you are good friends. I'm actually not very sure what I'm driving at lol. Anyway just remember it's a long journey through every friendship you own, cherish it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all friendships stay as long as possible, including mine. God bless.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;8 September 2010 12:16 AM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-8849222304913513110?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8849222304913513110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8849222304913513110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/09/friends-iv.html' title='Friends IV'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-419000282335728833</id><published>2010-09-10T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:42:58.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends III</title><content type='html'>My friends always makes me feel blessed. I mean like they are the not the best but they are definitely worth my time to mould this friendship out of us together. I've got one who listens to me, one to shop with me, one that is willing to talk to me about everything under the sun, one that makes me laugh all the time, one that is very understanding, one who makes me smile, one who makes me very happy when I'm around her, one that loves to imitate me, one that always have intellectual(+lame) conversations with me. What more can I ask for? They're awesome.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;2nd September 2010 11:11 PM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me qns @ formspring.me/27petals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-419000282335728833?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/419000282335728833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/419000282335728833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/09/friends-iii.html' title='Friends III'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-2851434668122890598</id><published>2010-09-09T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T14:02:53.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends II</title><content type='html'>At the end of the day, I just love each and every single one of you even more. My friends are like angels sent down from heaven, every single one of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;27 August 2010 12:55 AM&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me qns @ formspring.me/27petals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-2851434668122890598?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/2851434668122890598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/2851434668122890598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/09/friends-ii.html' title='Friends II'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-6605117231725446404</id><published>2010-09-08T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T16:47:21.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends I</title><content type='html'>I am blessed with the most beautiful possessions on Earth and they are my friends. God sends them to me and wants me to build a good relationship with them, treasure it and don't take this opportunity for granted. God wants me to create priceless memories with them and be happy around them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10 August 2010 10:59 AM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me qns @ formspring.me/27petals :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-6605117231725446404?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6605117231725446404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6605117231725446404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/09/friends-i.html' title='Friends I'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-856633645573213096</id><published>2010-09-07T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:10:03.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything has a reason behind it</title><content type='html'>Hi sometimes I want to salute you for making me look so silly sometimes I have such a huge urge to ask you, how the hell did you do that because I want to do that too. To you. So you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye ask me qns @ formspring.me/27petals :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-856633645573213096?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/856633645573213096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/856633645573213096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/09/everything-has-reason-behind-it.html' title='Everything has a reason behind it'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-4887167111912288676</id><published>2010-09-06T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:51:35.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 24</title><content type='html'>The mid-summer sunshine was already turning the hayfields khaki and the crops gold. The shades of caramel, gold and camel made the fields, as they stretched into the distance, look as if they had swatches of teddy bear fur laid over them. The trees had lost the vibrancy of spring and their leaves of corduroy ridges and furrows with yellow straw bales looking like great cheeses dotted over the surface. Flowers that had escaped from gardens nodded and bowed in the verges and dotted the grass with rainbow colors. The sky above was deep blue with picture-book fluffy clouds sprinkled across it. The air smelt of flowers and cut grass with a note of wood smoke, and lowing cows and birdsong were all that disturbed the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no right or wrong answer. It all depends on your imagination&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-4887167111912288676?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4887167111912288676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4887167111912288676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-24.html' title='Chapter 24'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-2371319284136647429</id><published>2010-09-02T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T19:26:52.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting stars</title><content type='html'>Today I talked to Jerald. He said he believes in true love. I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-2371319284136647429?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/2371319284136647429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/2371319284136647429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/09/shooting-stars.html' title='Shooting stars'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-3655136252827258593</id><published>2010-09-01T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T14:13:33.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Define happiness</title><content type='html'>The feeling is inexplicable. I just want to scream, no, squeal. Shrieks of excitement in me are waiting to be released. Then a garden starts to form within me. Flowers bloom and the sun feels so warm. It seems to be welcoming a brand new day with a wide grin.  A vast and richly green grassland appears in front of you and you just want to sink into it instantaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deep blue ocean with seagulls flying above. The whoosh of the slow-paced waves and the softness of the sand is just irresistible. Coconut trees are standing within a few miles from you. You walk a few steps and a seashell could be found under your feet. How wonderful would that be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many possible ways of defining happy or happiness. It's a feeling all humans experience. Try it today if you've longed for it. You've got a choice and happiness isn't exactly that far from us, in fact, it has always been there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-3655136252827258593?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/3655136252827258593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/3655136252827258593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/09/define-happiness.html' title='Define happiness'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-6929899925662648241</id><published>2010-08-30T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T23:00:31.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lethargic</title><content type='html'>Done with studying for the day, sigh I feel so demoralised! Anyway that's not the point, there's more to come this week I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for Kalipp:&lt;br /&gt;Hi girls, I don't know if you saw it previously, I wrote on twitter I wish we had birthdays to celebrate everyday so we won't have to wait for special occasions. I realise that we will only be present, or in other words, have 'full attendance' when one of kalipp is celebrating her birthday. We never fail to miss out birthday celebrations for anyone of us and always make it a point to attend it. Thanks girls. You girls have bee a wonderful company to me throughout this short span of 2-3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's lot more I have to say than what is written in each of your letters but I can't remember everything because the five of you are different in your own ways but everyone of you stands a place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Genevieve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-6929899925662648241?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6929899925662648241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6929899925662648241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/08/lethargic.html' title='Lethargic'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-8321464467078461869</id><published>2010-08-29T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T15:07:08.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unheard of</title><content type='html'>Hi. How's life everyone? I hope you guys are doing fine. Life has been good and....kind. Hehe I think I'm catching a movie later on but for now, I'm just too lazy to move, still lying on my bed. Anyway I want to share this with you people. It was sth I think I jotted down last sat or sun when I was studying hard(no) and I got so fed and totally lose hope, I don't know what else I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because everyone expects the same from me, &lt;br /&gt;Just because they think I'm smart&lt;br /&gt;Just because I have to make them feel secured so I can't say yes,&lt;br /&gt;Just because this is what they think I am&lt;br /&gt;Just because people judge,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't give up even if I feel like&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I feel like a total loser because nobody will believe me,&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no I'm not, because if I do they think they're worse than me,&lt;br /&gt;I have to be what they think and potray me as,&lt;br /&gt;I can't be myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I try so hard to say, people will just give me stares like I'm talking alien language, they think that I think too much, they say I'm stressed up, they say I do not need to worry too much, they will tell me off, they think I'm silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I proved so that I'm really not who they think I am, they start thinking I'm useless, they think I'm fake, they will leave me because I'm of no use to them anymore, because I don't benefit them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell them so badly, but they wouldn't want to listen, that all of the above is no one's to blame. This world is too fake and too realistic. We measure one's price by their possessions, we'd never realise that everyone around us are priceless until.....we lose it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recieved some criticisms yesterday. I think those aunties who think that I am weak and have no potential should talk to some people who think that I'm smart and no need to study to ace people. So that both parties can make a balance and shut up and stop judging me, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-8321464467078461869?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8321464467078461869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8321464467078461869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/08/unheard-of.html' title='Unheard of'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-8325003313106181983</id><published>2010-08-27T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T00:10:13.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break free</title><content type='html'>Enjoying every little single thing ever since prelims ended on Wednesday noon. I know it's no big deal but I got to take a break. It's too overwheming. Anyway I'm half done with what I'm supposed to do and now I just need to wait for money to roll in so that I can get my materials. You guys will know when the time comes. So don't probe, I'm not going to say anything anyway. Now I'm thinking if I should go sleep or watch tv. I staying up late is bad for the skin but I don't feel like sleeping yet. I'm watching step up 3d with the girls tmr yay! So happy. It's always so nice to be able to meet them. We are all busy bees lol. Ok la I will sleep after my playlist finish playing. Hehe goodnight all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-8325003313106181983?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8325003313106181983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/8325003313106181983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/08/break-free.html' title='Break free'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-3342939311561978406</id><published>2010-08-23T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:14:43.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I shared today :</title><content type='html'>This was supposedly to be a tweet but it became so long I decided not to tweet it but post it here instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I actually pray everyday, I pray for the littlest things but not unrealistic stuffs. It has become a routine unknowingly since young. The reason why I believe so much in God is not because I'm holy, it is because I believe that He is always there for me. Praying makes me feel better and no doubt never fails to make me feel secured which I really need a lot and is something I can never find from people around me. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-3342939311561978406?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/3342939311561978406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/3342939311561978406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-i-shared-today.html' title='What I shared today :'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-6690946460299159044</id><published>2010-08-22T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T14:26:46.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at those fireworks above</title><content type='html'>Shall do this post before studying. There's like tons of dozens of things I can't wait to do after my prelims. It's always like this when I'm having my exams. Heard that Step Up 3D is awesome, gna catch it after prelims. Will date kalipp for this hehe. Ooooh and my heart is damn itchy to post everything that has been stuck in my drafts for weeks all at once! But cannot, my damn computer is not fixed yet. My house is full of lazy asses hahahaha. I have three books waiting, and lastly I'm gna get a dslr! I mean, I want one... :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k enjoy your sundays guys, tmrw is monday again = boring. Haha bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-6690946460299159044?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6690946460299159044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6690946460299159044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/08/look-at-those-fireworks-above.html' title='Look at those fireworks above'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-7639278382438543713</id><published>2010-08-21T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T14:14:40.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In a whoosh all my past feelings for him resurfaced. During all those months, I'd finally managed to suppress them. I'd battened down the hatches over these heady weeks when I'd believed that he'd really cared for me. I'd pushed the memories away, got on with my life, and I thought I'd succeeded. But seeing his name again was enough to resurrect it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame him, blame it on your frail soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-7639278382438543713?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7639278382438543713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7639278382438543713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/08/chapter-25.html' title='Chapter 25'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-6336224689469389742</id><published>2010-08-20T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T21:04:56.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story unfolds, the truth uncovers</title><content type='html'>Aries and Independence: &lt;br /&gt;Aries personalities are independent. Being the first of the zodiac signs, they venture out and are go-getters, often leading the way. Their upbeat and magnetic personality often entices others to follow their lead because Aries personalities bring excitement into others lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aries and Friendship: &lt;br /&gt;Aries are good friends, they always look out for their friends with caring and generosity and will protect them should the need arise and encourage them with their natural optimism. If confronted, Aries can turn to be quite childish, they will fight back with their agressive nature and are known to have temper tantrums should they not get their way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aries Temperament: &lt;br /&gt;Independence is key to Aries astrology, they do not like to take orders from others and enjoy getting their way. They can get childish or moody should they be given orders that they do not like. Aries easily take offense to comments made. Aries are self-involved and can be self-centered, if they do not pay attention to the feelings of others, Aries can easily become spoiled and resented by others. In order to get their way, Aries will tell a lie if it seems advantageous to do so. They are however, not very good liars and other people can usually see through them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aries Deep Inside: &lt;br /&gt;Underneath the strong, independent surface may lie insecurity. This is due to the intense drive to succeed and Aries put too much pressure on themselves, thus resulting in self-doubt however, the natural optimism and enthusiasm overtakes this and the underlying insecurity may never be known to others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aries in a Nutshell: &lt;br /&gt;Aries is the first of the zodiac signs. Aries is the sign of the self, people born under this sign strongly project their personalities onto others and can be very self-oriented. Aries tend to venture out into the world and leave impressions on others that they are exciting, vibrant and talkative. Aries tend to live adventurous lives and like to be the center of attention, but rightly so since they are natural, confident leaders. Aries are enthusiastic about their goals and enjoy the thrill of the hunt, "wanting is always better then getting" is a good way to sum it up. Aries are very impulsive and usually do not think before they act - or speak. Too often Aries will say whatever pops into their head and usually end up regretting it later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to date an Aries Woman: &lt;br /&gt;Dating an Aries never lacks excitement. She is hot-blooded, and forceful, so you had better be able to handle the heat! The Aries woman is for the person who likes an independent self-driven woman who can fend for herself and is not clingy and needy. An Aries woman requires freedom. For the Aries woman, the best part of the relationship is the beginning, then the spark is there and she is trying to catch you to be hers. She will find happiness in a long-term relationship because she enjoys sharing everything with her partner. She will not only have a romantic partner but a best friend too. She has a great need for love and passion but she will never let a man become the master, she considers her partner to be equal. Aries women are not for domineering men. She will be faithful but she expects the same in return. She can be jealous because she wants a man to give her all of his attention, "all or nothing", so her jealously is rooted in her possessiveness, she has to be number one in his eyes. She will always encourage and give strength to her partner so an Aries woman is great to have in times of despair or need, she will always be there for you. In order to have this happy ending, she needs to feel appreciated and loved  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Attract Aries: &lt;br /&gt;Let Aries know that you admire them, they thrive of admiration and followers. Let them know that you love their zest for life and that you find them intriguing, they love compliments more then most other astrology signs of the zodiac. Compliment them physically and mentally, they like conversation about intellectual topics and engage them in a lively discussion, or a friendly debate. They love the challenge and the stimulation of good, intelligent conversation. Ask them for advice, let them know that you look up to them. Remember, Aries is the first sign of the zodiac and the most forward and independent, they love followers. Do not be a push over, do not keep your opinions to yourself because Aries will quickly get bored if you agree with everything they say. Do not attempt to control them however, they do not like taking orders. Aries are very capable people so if you go with their plans, you are sure to have a good time! If they have a suggestion for something to do, go with the flow, they like to be in control of what goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partially correct hahaha anyway just something to share&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-6336224689469389742?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6336224689469389742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/6336224689469389742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/08/story-unfolds-truth-uncovers.html' title='The story unfolds, the truth uncovers'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-657490761318528864</id><published>2010-08-16T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T01:29:20.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't assure me anything</title><content type='html'>i finished my show. Same old routine tomorrow. I have like 2 months more. Yay!!! Ts, we are finally graduating!!!! Aren't you glad???? I am!!!!! But it's still another 2 months. Although I'm really glad to be graduating in 2 months time (yipeeeeee), I know there are things I have to learn to let go. Friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My love for you is second to none" C'mon don't be silly. This is nothing, anybody can get this out of their mouths and btw this is a favourite phrase in weddings and fyi I heard this in my cousin's wedding. All I felt was fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-657490761318528864?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/657490761318528864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/657490761318528864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-cant-assure-me-anything.html' title='You can&apos;t assure me anything'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-9087169282946485034</id><published>2010-08-16T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:36:45.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to sleep and I srsly need red bull</title><content type='html'>I realise that most people have already went to sleep when I'm still wide awake. After I'm done with this post I'm gna watch tv. Anyway I have been trying to think of something to post since noon but nothing comes to my mind. Sigh this is bad I really need my comp to be fixed soon. I cannot be posting using my phone because my dashboard layout now is way oversized. Too big and I can't really control what I'm doing in here. I have got lots of pictures and thoughts to share. I know I've got to sleep right now because if I don't I can zonk out anytime in school tmrw but I'm really ultra reluctant to head to bed. I wish there is someone right now who can scold/persuade me to go sleep for the sake of school tmrw but defintely not my mum lol. Oh yes done quite a lot of productive things today, check it out on my twitter and @ night did my phy and geog development. My thermal physics suck to the core of the max. Esp worst when I have notes missing. My worksheets and books are all piling up in stacks of white paper lol. Kk I want to go watch tv and I need red bull! Gna get some after sch tmr, if I rmb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I've been told the truth that all men are labelled this way. ALL. Every guy I see on the street now has this label. I am so disppointed and I wish I can tell you how I feel but I know you will start going oh I see so what's the point? Who cares? You won't want to listen to me. Anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-9087169282946485034?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/9087169282946485034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/9087169282946485034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-want-to-sleep-and-i-srsly-need.html' title='I don&apos;t want to sleep and I srsly need red bull'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-4391764177340153781</id><published>2010-08-13T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T17:26:46.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies and fabrications</title><content type='html'>Hi I'm now blogging thru my phone isn't it awesome?! Lol&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've just created http://formspring.me/27petals haha I don't really need it but it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Remember to share your thoughts with me hehe&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, in the meanwhile, I want to direct you to: www.twitter.com/27petals for quick updates &lt;br /&gt;I won't be here often until I can blog through my computer and my prelims are here, not so convenient&lt;br /&gt;Need ta stay focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On side note, I realised I've lost quite a huge number of readers huh :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-4391764177340153781?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4391764177340153781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/4391764177340153781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/08/lies-and-fabrications.html' title='Lies and fabrications'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-7725247662290835507</id><published>2010-08-12T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T09:06:55.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain or shine, the clock still ticks</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, sorry for the long absence there are some problems with my computer.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will be back do look out for this space ok!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway all has been well for me :)&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys max&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-7725247662290835507?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7725247662290835507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7725247662290835507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/08/rain-or-shine-clock-still-ticks.html' title='Rain or shine, the clock still ticks'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-7779535361136729452</id><published>2010-08-01T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T00:07:57.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming the new month</title><content type='html'>Hi August, July had been very nice to me, so I hope you would do too. I promise that I will be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-7779535361136729452?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7779535361136729452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/7779535361136729452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcoming-new-month.html' title='Welcoming the new month'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-2782081103946393434</id><published>2010-07-05T17:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:57:22.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demoralised, ?</title><content type='html'>Life has been pretty fair, in fact, I'm lovin' life. Just that I have too much kept down there. It's pretty hard to have a bunch of friends that never fails to turn up for any outing. I see a real life example around and to be frank, I'm pretty much envious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to get this up for a long time, but never had the chance to due to my laziness. I know this is pretty random, I guess you can do some comparison between those two pictures. How time flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;2009&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TDGu3qxivsI/AAAAAAAAA-k/EDuXhel-wzo/s1600/DSC02624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TDGu3qxivsI/AAAAAAAAA-k/EDuXhel-wzo/s320/DSC02624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490361692139470530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;2010&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TDGumdJI_NI/AAAAAAAAA-c/xPgE1hSN3HA/s1600/P1747_10-04-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TDGumdJI_NI/AAAAAAAAA-c/xPgE1hSN3HA/s320/P1747_10-04-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490361396422573266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this, one of the happiest day of my life. Thanks &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TDGvT7wUNyI/AAAAAAAAA-s/YuRxf1PVYHg/s1600/P1735_20-04-10+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TDGvT7wUNyI/AAAAAAAAA-s/YuRxf1PVYHg/s320/P1735_20-04-10+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490362177734063906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, there's school tomorrow. I really dread it... &lt;br /&gt;I wanted time, I had it, but I don't know how to handle this. &lt;br /&gt;May was a month I dread a lot, surprisingly, it turned out to be so great. June was disastrous. I hope July will pity me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-2782081103946393434?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/2782081103946393434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/2782081103946393434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/07/demoralised.html' title='Demoralised, ?'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Yp6faPoEkU/TDGu3qxivsI/AAAAAAAAA-k/EDuXhel-wzo/s72-c/DSC02624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-5691115094193622381</id><published>2010-07-04T12:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T12:10:37.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't want that previous post to appear on the home page of this site so I made this post. I feel so much better~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-5691115094193622381?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/5691115094193622381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/5691115094193622381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-didnt-want-that-previous-post-to.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-3178900066432525223</id><published>2010-07-04T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T12:07:56.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE I HAVE TO GET THIS OFF MY CHEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much I hate you? You are like a bloody stain in my life. I feel like rubbing you off but I can't. Why do you have to make so much comments on everything I do, write or say? Does it even matters to you? Do you have to notice all my actions and use your disgusting voice to say something? This is my life, not yours. It doesn't affects you anyway. I've never seen someone so disgusting before. Please, get out of my life, and myob. I really can't stand the sight of you, I wish you just vanish right away, this moment perhaps. I hate you. I really really hate you and you know what?? You are fucking gross. I never wanted to use that word but srsly I can't think of any other word to describe you. Please, my life would be so much better off w/o you. I don't even remember your existence and I don't need your attention. I'm not that pathetic like you do, at least I lead a healthy lifestyle. For the last time if it isn't clear enough, get out of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-3178900066432525223?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/3178900066432525223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/3178900066432525223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/07/ok-i-cant-take-it-anymore-i-have-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829710131318074613.post-5678614811331037251</id><published>2010-07-03T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:35:46.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the nicest friend I can ever ask for</title><content type='html'>Yay!!!!!!! Germany is leading! :) so happy ^^ anyway I can't believe Brazil actually lost yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired! *Yawns* Haven't done much revision today. I only did chem. wait..... omg!!!!!! third goal for Germany :))))))) Ok I'm so happy now. I didn't expect myself to be so happy ok ok back to where I stopped. I was supposed to do revision for my upcoming Chinese oral. Ahhhhhh all the lazybones in me. I want to watch the match now. Bye bye :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1829710131318074613-5678614811331037251?l=u--ntitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/5678614811331037251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1829710131318074613/posts/default/5678614811331037251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u--ntitled.blogspot.com/2010/07/youre-nicest-friend-i-can-ever-ask-for.html' title='You&apos;re the nicest friend I can ever ask for'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
