<?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-3869625750305867096</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:46:20.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These memories are playing like a film without a sound</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fel</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>416</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869625750305867096.post-1619902182054821923</id><published>2008-07-16T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:19:09.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's time to say byebye to blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flyne.net/heartsong"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW LINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relink yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-1619902182054821923?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/1619902182054821923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/1619902182054821923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-time-to-say-byebye-to-blogger-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-2327842036773086906</id><published>2008-07-13T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:34:38.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was YH's long due birthday celebration. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Went breeks for late lunch. I was practically starving coz we had lunch at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Timothy's house after that.&lt;br /&gt;We were walking into his house, then at the first floor balcony got the fish tank with a tortise fully submerged in water and kept trying to swim up and poke its head out of the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Eh your tortise very cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel and the rest:&lt;/strong&gt; Looks very retarded laa. Like so boring like that. Keeps swimming up and everything. And the neck so long some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And after critising the tortise and everything we walked into Timothy's house and they realised that that was Timothy's tortise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YH:&lt;/strong&gt; OH. That was his tortise arh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel and the rest:&lt;/strong&gt; ..... I thought was his neightbour's one! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel:&lt;/strong&gt; Eh Tim, your tortise very nice leh. Has sexy long neck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family business.&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny. Daniel was out of the game after 2 rounds. As in. After going past his turn 2 rounds, coz everyone kept targetting him at first. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came up with a lame idea to surprise YH with the cake.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed till 9 plus then went home.&lt;br /&gt;Tired tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired now.&lt;br /&gt;NAP TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BESTFRIEND: Happy 18th!! Haha. (13/07)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/DSCF4814-1.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to Ger: HAPPY BELATED SEXY 17th! (12/07)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/ScannedImage-15-1.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Snapshot_20080614_2.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. So many people's birthdays are coming up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-2327842036773086906?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2327842036773086906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2327842036773086906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-was-yhs-long-due-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-2838706622661096428</id><published>2008-07-11T20:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:53:04.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. I think I sounded tooo emo over the previous posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;Like since when do I brood over the same thing over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised it's the sad japanese song's that causing me to think so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;You know the sad sad tune and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Charlene! I'm in no mood to do econs case study!! ):&lt;br /&gt;How!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go attempt a little bit of it later. So I don't feel guilty. &lt;br /&gt;I've become such a good little girl all of a sudden. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-2838706622661096428?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2838706622661096428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2838706622661096428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-6097645819096605449</id><published>2008-07-11T18:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T19:04:32.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can someone tell me why we never get what we want.&lt;br /&gt;Why we're constantly changing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the grass seems greener on the other side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why like someone when you're giving them the power to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when you thought you were all alone then suddenly someone comes along and you thought he or she understands, yet that belief is snuffed out in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's with all these random thoughts now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-6097645819096605449?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/6097645819096605449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/6097645819096605449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-someone-tell-me-why-we-never-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-251961083622320035</id><published>2008-07-11T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:48:27.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;LC's the most most most EGOISTIC person I've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to go for some NS interview thingy which we suspect is commandos.&lt;br /&gt;Then on wikipedia they said the selection criteria is "above average intelligence".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lala - orhorh not? says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb go there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lala - orhorh not? says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bunk in liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lala - orhorh not? says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lala - orhorh not? says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lala - orhorh not? says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u too smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lala - orhorh not? says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;no nid take a levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lala - orhorh not? says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lala - orhorh not? says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;u come join ns now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously laughed like crap. &lt;br /&gt;Okay not funny but I find it funny. &lt;br /&gt;As in. I'm picturing the scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-251961083622320035?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/251961083622320035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/251961083622320035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-6680054665438796817</id><published>2008-07-11T16:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T17:22:44.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're all running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think term 3 will be like the most stressful period of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers will be stressed as well.&lt;br /&gt;And this is seriously the first time in my whole entire life I'm starting my revision sooo early in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means no more card games, no more blogging of long stories, no more slacking in school after lessons, no more early nights, no more slack weekends, no more chatting on msn for long hours, no more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;distractions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, basically no more life.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be just God, family, friends (minimal), _______, music, sweets, notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last 3 months to determine who you are. Quoting Mr Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And know what.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is like. Your happiness disappearing in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;Empty emptied emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I'm much less complicated eh.&lt;br /&gt;So please don't assume you know so much about me. Like what I may be talking and everything. You may think I mean this but actually I meant otherwise. Because I'm too complicated beyond understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's because of this I appreciate &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; a lot. Because you seem to know what excatly I'm thinking and mean every time. And even without me saying, you know when I'm feeling down and everything. Telepathy or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things that ran through and are still running through my mind. But some things are not meant to be posted here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it's better to put a break to everything.&lt;br /&gt;Some things you see but you pretend you don't.&lt;br /&gt;Like building up a wall and not letting anyone touch you so they can't hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;And repeat to yourself over and over that it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really care whether it does actually matters or not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;What's got to be done, got to be done.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really care if you understand whatever crap I'm talking about because some things are meant to be kept inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is full of pretences.&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the day, the only one you know who's there all the way is the Lord. He knows things you hide inside, how much you're hurting, things that you yourself don't even know. And He never fails to be there whenever you need someone to talk to, someone to cry out to, and heals you no matter what. God gives the perfect kind of love and I think only He is capable of doing so simply because He's God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Are we happy plastic people&lt;br /&gt;Under shiny plastic steeples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With walls around our weakness&lt;br /&gt;And smiles to hide our pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-6680054665438796817?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/6680054665438796817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/6680054665438796817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-all-running-out-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-9051378804293658901</id><published>2008-07-10T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:07:34.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aYZOGVy5x-M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aYZOGVy5x-M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;行きたいよ　君のところへ　小さな手をにぎりしめて&lt;br /&gt;泣きたいよ　それはそれは　きれいなそらだった&lt;br /&gt;願いを　流れ星に　そっと唱えてみたけれど&lt;br /&gt;泣きたいよ　届かない想いを　この空に...。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I want to go to where you are&lt;br /&gt;And hold tight to that small hand of yours&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry&lt;br /&gt;That was such a beautiful sky&lt;br /&gt;I softly whispered a wish to a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I want to cry&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts won't reach up there, not to this sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to put up the PV with the english subs instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to type out the whole translation from the video coz that particular translation couldn't be found anywhere else, and I don't like the other translations. &lt;br /&gt;Had to type super super fast can.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-9051378804293658901?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/9051378804293658901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/9051378804293658901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/planetarium-otsuka-ai.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3140267928151176416</id><published>2008-07-10T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:36:49.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I'm sad I like to listen to sad songs, and when I'm happy I like to listen to happy songs. Chinese or English most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm not sure what I'm feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I like to listen to Japanese songs.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's in a foreign language which you don't quite fully understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel like listening to Japanese songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3140267928151176416?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3140267928151176416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3140267928151176416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-im-sad-i-like-to-listen-to-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-2886464446302387745</id><published>2008-07-09T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:36:20.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celes:&lt;/strong&gt; You know last time my school wanted us to grow green beans, but I grew red beans instead because I did't have green beans. And I waited but it didn't grow. Then exam question came out something like: "Which of the following: Red beans or baked beans can be grown?" And I wrote baked bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to study tonight or else I'll have to treat Charlene lunch tmr!&lt;br /&gt;Boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more months. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want this to end actually.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my JC life a lot a lot a lot. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I never think about you&lt;br /&gt;but you're always on my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-2886464446302387745?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2886464446302387745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2886464446302387745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/celest-you-know-last-time-school-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-2747990712078582073</id><published>2008-07-08T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:02:48.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/amEYmeusxx/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/amEYmeusxx/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/fruityz/music/TWOWmQUu/yui_goodbye_days/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Days - Yui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;できれば　悲しい　想いなんてしたくない&lt;br /&gt;でもやってくるでしょ?&lt;br /&gt;そのとき　笑顔で　Yeah hello my friend　なんてさ&lt;br /&gt;言えたならいいのに…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;If its possible, I don't wish to have any sad memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But they'll come one day, won't they?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they do, if only I can say "Yeah hello! My friend" with a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-2747990712078582073?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2747990712078582073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2747990712078582073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/goodbye-days-yui-yeah-hello-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-288944756611214687</id><published>2008-07-08T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:47:36.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like old old grandfatherly maths lectures.&lt;br /&gt;With all the "ah ah ah"s which follow a poisson distribution of X~Po(10) where X = no. of times "AH" appears in a random sample of 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want my maths scripts and maybe chem and maybe physics back tomorrow. ):&lt;br /&gt;Spare me the torture please.&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 more months to prelims.&lt;br /&gt;I should really stop slacking.&lt;br /&gt;At this rate I'll end up nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please stop all the nonsenses. I'm too tired to play along with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to a world of pretty rainbows and unicorns.&lt;br /&gt;Where there are no such things as books, studies, stress, heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;And I can have my own fairy godmother who waves her magic wand and poof comes anything I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll want to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-288944756611214687?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/288944756611214687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/288944756611214687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-like-old-old-grandfatherly-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-6093087885197528868</id><published>2008-07-07T15:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:41:48.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me be your wings&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your only love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you far beyond the stars&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know Thumbelina is such a nice show.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are fairy tales just about living happily ever after or do they serve much greater functions than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Friday and Saturday. (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it doesn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;If only the happiness would last.&lt;br /&gt;Guess life is about changes.&lt;br /&gt;Constant ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish that I'm not born a human.&lt;br /&gt;Human beings are complicated species. &lt;br /&gt;Thinks profoundly and they change in terms of character and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think birds are very sweet creatures.&lt;br /&gt;Most birds, especially the parakeet species have only one soulmate for life. &lt;br /&gt;And they're so carefree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Random blabberings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-6093087885197528868?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/6093087885197528868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/6093087885197528868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-can-see-so-clearly-when-your-smoke.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-4159246916502302338</id><published>2008-07-06T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:39:18.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah.&lt;br /&gt;So many issues sprouting up.&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainties, fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And weird people adding on friendster just to increase their amount of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really admire people who can cope with adversities that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to piece what I'm feeling into proper sentences.&lt;br /&gt;So I shall just leave this hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what our trouble and fears, the Lord is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;You have been my defense and refuge in the day of my trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 59:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-4159246916502302338?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/4159246916502302338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/4159246916502302338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-8258537923469979241</id><published>2008-07-06T14:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:34:13.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was 21st birthday celebration for Gary.&lt;br /&gt;It was damn hilarious and last minute planning, because of information failure&lt;strike&gt;, and thus market imperfection.&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, we had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Ger 3 hours earlier, then we walked around and everything and bought this big big floating helium balloon at White Sands.&lt;br /&gt;And we took turns carrying it and malu-ing ourselves coz we look too young to be 21. And Ger was saying how we look like lesbians going on a date but no we're both perfectly uncurved, meaning straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1534.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1533.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around TM looking like retards and looking for a nice shirt for Gary.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then when Pris and Gary came, we hurried to the Open Plaza and then told him to go up there. AND when he came we just stood there and started laughing coz we had no idea how to react. HAHAHA. In the end presented him the small little cake with much awkwardness and ta-da. And seriously Gary must have been in a blur coz it's like 3 weeks before his bday and poof he's having his cake now. HAHA. But no choice, he's not free for the next few weeks, which explains the rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Gary walked around holding the balloon. Hahaha. And we achieved our aim of making him feel malu-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1541.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;em&gt;Get Smart&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Quite funny. I love the dog. It's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;And it's so funny watching Gary laugh at funny things which are not so funny.&lt;br /&gt;And my brother touching his head when one of the character in the show got stapled on the head. [Yes. Staple bullets.]&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with our parents then went some cafe at ECP opened by Jack Neo or something like that. Played Family Business. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;And ate another cake and sang birthday song for Ger and Gary.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And at one point out parents in the other table were all whipping our their phone cameras and taking snaps of us. It's so amusing to play half way, only to look to your right and see 5 grown-ups holding their phones and taking photos. All at the same time. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Image088.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins are like my playmates since young, we used to spend every weekend together playing everything under the sun, used to hold stupid singing competitions among ourselves, hide and seeks, plan christmas parties, write in our book to each other [Me and Ger, Me and JM], got into fights with other kids [JM especially loves to get into arguments with others], cried together [when Ger's, JM's and my rabbits got sent away together coz we were going on a holiday], became mad at each other over childish things in the past, share secrets we never told our parents... And because of that my childhood was a bliss.&lt;br /&gt;We all grow up. And even though we may drift when we grow up, we still make an effort to keep in contact. And I know that we'll always have an important place in each of our hearts now and forever, have fun together, talk about our past and be best friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;And and I thank God for giving me such wonderful company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And JM, meet up soon alright.&lt;br /&gt;Though we hardly go out together as a group, you're not forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/ScannedImage-31.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before 1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/ScannedImage-10.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/ScannedImage-5-1.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/ScannedImage-1.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/us_all-1.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/us_3_3.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/05072008160.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what.&lt;br /&gt;I heart my cousins. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-8258537923469979241?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/8258537923469979241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/8258537923469979241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-was-21st-birthday-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3372861855696533839</id><published>2008-07-04T22:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:47:55.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="310"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bCZ2QU2qWQs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bCZ2QU2qWQs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="310"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;还好我有你&lt;br /&gt;幸好你有我&lt;br /&gt;一起写一篇传说&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh. I'm like hooked to duets.&lt;br /&gt;Eh but the song is nice. I finally know what the title of the song is! (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3372861855696533839?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3372861855696533839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3372861855696533839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-2228621237347683480</id><published>2008-07-04T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:44:11.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAA.&lt;br /&gt;I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I'M IN TOTAL DISARRAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home feeling dirty and sticky and everything and still I had to spend 1hr of my time sitting there and say: how how how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S LIKE A TOTAL SHOCK.&lt;br /&gt;Damn last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was like damn slack.&lt;br /&gt;I love slack days.&lt;br /&gt;I love my Haros.&lt;br /&gt;I love my Susans too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after school I was like a little girl waiting to be pampered.&lt;br /&gt;Breeks-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around.&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Sat.&lt;br /&gt;Apples. (:&lt;br /&gt;Looked at ants crawling around.&lt;br /&gt;Acted like a little girl asking lots of stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ants got eyes or not. ("No.")&lt;br /&gt;2. Ants got ears? ("No.")&lt;br /&gt;3. Then how ants know where to find the food. ("I've got no idea.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy happy happy happy happy happy 6th!! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-2228621237347683480?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2228621237347683480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2228621237347683480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/waa.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-4755557588503802346</id><published>2008-07-03T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:22:56.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAAA.&lt;br /&gt;HOW DUMB I CAN GET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I ended up in WOODLANDS instead of Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;2. Alighted at some weird place, only to realise I took bus no. 965 instead of 969.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like laughing to myself when I realised my mistake. This is the first time in my 17 ++ years I did sth so stupid. Eh luckily I realised, who knows where I'll end up in if I alighted later. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know why I even mistook the bus for my bus. I even &lt;strong&gt;happily&lt;/strong&gt; hopped onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someone will discover someday that there's an inverse relation between age and smartness.&lt;br /&gt;Like the older you grow, the less smart (meaning dumber) you get.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Long long day. Tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;With nice white uniform. (:&lt;br /&gt;Ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;From happy to sad to irritated and still irritated to sad and back to happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know what I realised?&lt;br /&gt;We're wasting 3 periods of our time after school just to go for &lt;strong&gt;1 period&lt;/strong&gt; of physics.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who came up with this thing.&lt;br /&gt;Very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea what we're doing in school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do correlation tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;!#%@^&amp;amp;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;Getting back on the &lt;strong&gt;right track&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Which is good. &lt;br /&gt;Very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-4755557588503802346?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/4755557588503802346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/4755557588503802346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/waaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-666281905121657108</id><published>2008-07-03T13:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T15:06:24.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fil's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;5. felicia was scandalous.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?!#$^#@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I seem to have lots and lots of scandal partners.&lt;br /&gt;Hur hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm slackingg like free.&lt;br /&gt;But guilt free. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out in 1 and a half hours time! &lt;br /&gt;Wheeee. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-666281905121657108?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/666281905121657108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/666281905121657108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/fils-blog-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-8454915125466427781</id><published>2008-07-03T12:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T14:36:44.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so in the end I can't go. ): ):&lt;br /&gt;But oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner. (:&lt;br /&gt;And nice nice white uniform! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ae5zyjrtlh/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ae5zyjrtlh/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/mM_M6c/music/lVD4RbRR/mp3/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吳克群-為你寫詩.Mp3 - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;为你写诗为你静止&lt;br /&gt;为你做不可能的事&lt;br /&gt;为你我学会弹琴写词&lt;br /&gt;为你失去理智&lt;br /&gt;为你写诗为你静止&lt;br /&gt;为你做不可能的事&lt;br /&gt;为你弹奏所有情歌的句子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我忘了说最美的是你的名字&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh thanks arh thanks.&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are and you've got me addicted to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. I think it's so sweet. The lyrics. &lt;br /&gt;Talking about something like going past your limits and doing something special for a girl. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go and pack my files.&lt;br /&gt;Maths down. 3 more to goooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-8454915125466427781?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/8454915125466427781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/8454915125466427781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-so-in-end-i-cant-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-7659070855954471857</id><published>2008-07-03T10:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:29:50.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And faster than you can follow me from this lonely place&lt;br /&gt;And farther than you can find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm leaving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Longggg post ahead:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MindCafe yesterday. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad not bad. Like ehhh. 3 quarter of the class showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamster playing at Jean's house with Fil in the morning. Fil is like damn scared of that small little innocent cute thing laa.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime Jean puts it in her hands she'll either go: "AHHHHH!" or "HAHAHAHAH." (Coz she claims it's damn ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;Poor hamster.&lt;br /&gt;I bet it's thinking it's so un-loved. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Fil, where's my hamster lunch? Your treat right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Danial at Tamp MRT. Went down to Raffles Place. WAAA. I TELL YOU. Guys nowadays are getting more and more horrible. The rest over at lan were like super duper late.&lt;br /&gt;So finally after much confusion and getting lost by anyhow walking around at Raffles Place, we finally met up with the rest. AND got to the place. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Tried many games.&lt;br /&gt;Screamed and shouted like mad within the first hour.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"UGLY UGLY UGLY!"&lt;br /&gt;-snatches and pounds on hands for the cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were saying how the next table is so peaceful and everything. Coz they're not so violent like we are. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the animal game.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Quite fun laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really rmb what we played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. There's this stupid partnering game.&lt;br /&gt;And stupid LC kept blaming me coz I kept screwing up. HAHA. Not my fault right! I've got like time lag in reading the thing laa.&lt;br /&gt;And yes in the end we lost. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Not my fault. Who ask you come over for nothing. So in the end I'm stuck with you. Eh but Jean you would have lost if you'd partnered me! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hours of fun, never wanted it to end.&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner at this ulu foodcourt which closes at 8pm. Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train back, we were discussing about how when you sleep more you'll becomes taller and smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh Fil. I suddenly feel taller and smarter, DO YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbish theory can.&lt;br /&gt;I sleep so much and I'm still as dumb as ever. Oh and short. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home.&lt;br /&gt;Lied on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to sort out my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;(As usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why humans are so greedy. Like issit in our nature?&lt;br /&gt;Why not be satisfied with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;Weird species.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you know that no matter how much you want it, ultimately you still have to let go for the better sake.&lt;br /&gt;Because nothing will come out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Some things may seem very very nice. But it wouldn't work out for practical reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Be more practical gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes you just have to run away from the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a side note, sometimes the most beautiful relationship comes from unspoken feelings. Agree? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;As in like. The initial stages are always the most beautiful ones. Coz it's so cute and sweet and everything. Haha. But once you pass that stage no matter how hard you try, you wouldn't get back the same feelings again. SO sometimes it's better to just leave it that way. But then again, it may stop someday.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm being random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's a very nice feeling to let the memories play and play. It feels all so warm inside. &lt;br /&gt;But that's when the conflicting issue comes in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if it's for the wrong reasons?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Bad bad BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is just a passing thing. Like it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;(Just that it is of a different feeling which I can't comprehend.)&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh.&lt;br /&gt;I want to change my hp like soon!&lt;br /&gt;My stupid phone's spoiling on me.&lt;br /&gt;Saw this white and green Sony Erisson phone. Nice nice.&lt;br /&gt;Woah. Both of my favourite colours together. (: More of white though.&lt;br /&gt;And there's this metallic pink nokia one. Looks very nice too. But I still prefer flip phones. WHERE ARE ALL THE NICE FLIP ONES?! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's school tomorrow yo.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they just give us one more day of holiday.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope there isn't physics extra lessons tomorrow. So retarded having to waste 3 hours of our time in between doing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can go later.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try to understand me,&lt;br /&gt;try to understand what I say when I say I can't stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm moving on from this place,&lt;br /&gt;leaving and I won't wait, I'm running away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-7659070855954471857?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/7659070855954471857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/7659070855954471857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-faster-than-you-can-follow-me-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-2313035772667484751</id><published>2008-07-01T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:54:43.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EH I'M SERIOUSLY BORED.&lt;br /&gt;JEAN COME ONLINE QUICK!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fe·li·cia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;a female given name: from a Latin word meaning “happy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)&lt;br /&gt;Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2006.&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;I'M THAT BORED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-2313035772667484751?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2313035772667484751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2313035772667484751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/eh-im-seriously-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-5330371325506388345</id><published>2008-07-01T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:37:40.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Happy SAF day people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling random and bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-5330371325506388345?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5330371325506388345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5330371325506388345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-2723351630249544316</id><published>2008-07-01T20:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:34:22.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;How can time be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;For love to come along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're happy and you know it clap your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-clap clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU CLAPPING YOUR HANDS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm so dead for midyears.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like super tired.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why also.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like waiting for Jean and Fil to come online so we can discuss about tomorrow and so I can go lie on my bed and wait for my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can something so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Feel so right all along&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-2723351630249544316?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2723351630249544316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2723351630249544316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-can-time-be-so-wrong-for-love-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-2330912565715798651</id><published>2008-07-01T10:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:07:38.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CAN'T WAIT FOR CHEM LATER!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5hrs and 20mins to freedoommmm.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I think I'll scream later.&lt;br /&gt;(Or maybe not. I'll wait till I get home and reality sets in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow and tomorrow's tomorrow and tomorrow's tomorrow's tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And tomorrow's tomorrow's tomorrow's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And I just wish that time can STOP right there because I don't want my results back! Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sighhh. Now that exams are up up and over, I think I'll go back to the days where I hate coming online at night, because of some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in a holiday mood already.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;To all J2 Meridians: Happy holidays yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What if there was no time&lt;br /&gt;And no reason or rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if you should decide&lt;br /&gt;That you don't want me there by your side&lt;br /&gt;That you don't want me there in your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-2330912565715798651?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2330912565715798651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2330912565715798651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cant-wait-for-chem-later-hahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-8271919665525211975</id><published>2008-06-30T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:32:34.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But then when you sit down and seriously think again,&lt;br /&gt;there isn't anything to be happy about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Multiple meanings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish that the happiness wouldn't stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-8271919665525211975?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/8271919665525211975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/8271919665525211975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/but-then-when-you-sit-down-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-6237560256653581799</id><published>2008-06-30T20:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:30:25.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooohhh.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow!!!!!! (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;So exciting!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so relieving after Econs.&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly there was still like 5 mins left for me to stretch and look around.&lt;br /&gt;My hand was damn damn tired after the whole thing laa. 13 pages of crap.&lt;br /&gt;And yes I think I'm going to do badly coz I misinterpretated questions here and there. There. My 3hours of effort for studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and.&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell is _______ Nah. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;To think I read it as Neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking just now.&lt;br /&gt;About how I don't want to grow old. ): ):&lt;br /&gt;Something happened which made me think a lot about it. And I was like asking my brother: &lt;em&gt;WILL YOU TAKE CARE OF ME WHEN I GROW OLD?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and. I'm so going to DO EXERCISES (So I won't be so sickly and everything) starting from.... ehhhhhh. When I feel like it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And drink more water!&lt;br /&gt;I've been drinking a lot more water already okay! (:&lt;br /&gt;So proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;After the stupid dehydration-fainting-spells-hospital-rubbish scare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very very lovely dream yesterday. (:&lt;br /&gt;I want more very very lovely dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Is this what I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;A life for someone else&lt;br /&gt;To polish all my faded dreams and put them on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;Is this what I've been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm needing so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just trying to get back where we were before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;People get a little too far, then suddenly get all afraid of it.&lt;br /&gt;Like if you go any further, you may end up getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Then they'll just back out and withdraw, keeping themselves to themselves, safe from everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But every now and then&lt;br /&gt;I just close my eyes and here we are again &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow!! &lt;br /&gt;(: (: (: (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-6237560256653581799?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/6237560256653581799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/6237560256653581799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/ooohhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-5512953669130070907</id><published>2008-06-29T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:16:04.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;There's a light in your eyes that I used to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a place in your heart where I used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Was I wrong to assume that you were waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There's a light in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Did you leave that light burning for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cards and phone calls and photograph pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;Constant reminder of all the things you get used to&lt;br /&gt;Is there a chance in hell or heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That there's still something here to build on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or do you just pick up the pieces after they fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting my life away.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day I'll like ask myself what on earth have I done the whole day, and usually it brings down to 4 words: I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's somewhere along the line like:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;2. Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;3. Walk around the house.&lt;br /&gt;4. Phonecall/SMS.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;6. Stare at my notes.&lt;br /&gt;7. On the com behind me.&lt;br /&gt;8. Phonecall/SMS.&lt;br /&gt;9. Talk to random people, in particular LC for don't know how long then time fliesss.&lt;br /&gt;10. Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;11. Stare at my notes.&lt;br /&gt;12. On the com again.&lt;br /&gt;13. Talk to random people again.&lt;br /&gt;14. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;15. Wake up in the middle of the night to receive a phonecall.&lt;br /&gt;16. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;This stupid routine has to stop.&lt;br /&gt;As in the computer nonsense. Look at how much time I've wasted online.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I keep coming online.&lt;br /&gt;Time to stop. Discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I keep on waiting or does love keep on fading away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking a lot nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to think what I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Disgusted by what I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to curl up and sleep things away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;(Since when am I not.)&lt;br /&gt;I should just go for brain surgery and have my mind fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;There's a light in my eyes but it's too bright to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And a pain in my heart where you used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Guess I was wrong to assume that you were waiting here for me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There's a light in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Did you leave that light burning for me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-5512953669130070907?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5512953669130070907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5512953669130070907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/theres-light-in-your-eyes-that-i-used.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3336919682171871197</id><published>2008-06-28T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:23:24.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/K-C__iyzmr/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/K-C__iyzmr/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/intoth3rainbow/music/PvF2i_9f/pachelbel_canon_in_d_flute_piano/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon in D (Flute &amp; Piano) - Pachelbel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classical songs are my best friends during exam period. (:&lt;br /&gt;I've always like Canon in D, but yet to master the piece on piano. ):&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be able to play pieces with flats instead of sharps.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. I can play from like 1 flat to 5 flats, BUT have difficulty reading the score with even 1 sharp. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Weird arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Canon in D happen to have 2 sharps. &lt;br /&gt;Which I obviously have difficulty in. I can't read sharps for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;-rolls eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with relatives.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I love sitting down and talking.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking whether I'll have the time to finish studying maths statistics plus EVERYTHING on Econs tomorrow. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one day less to freedom!! (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3336919682171871197?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3336919682171871197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3336919682171871197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/canon-in-d-flute-piano-pachelbel.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-291437536804679600</id><published>2008-06-28T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:06:54.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You looked but turned away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just walk away walk away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've said all you got to say&lt;br /&gt;Now the words just slip away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;I was a happy happy girl for 2 hours. (:&lt;br /&gt;More happiness after MYE. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues - End of horror. Card games. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;Wed - Jean's house. Hamster. TK. Card games with the class.&lt;br /&gt;Thurs - RSAF ADA + blah blah blah [whatever you call that] POP.&lt;br /&gt;Fri - 6th 6th 6th! (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more sickening papers.&lt;br /&gt;Argh argh.&lt;br /&gt;No mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched with the usuals after phy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;When we were walking to TM, there was this old man distributing flyers and then kept pointing at Le Dung and talking gibberish. Didn't really catch what he said.&lt;br /&gt;Until the last part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old man:&lt;/strong&gt; [Singing in the One little two little three little indian blah blah tune] One little handsome boy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing all the way coz gay was beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Amusing, but scary as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Ennui.&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm falling sick.&lt;br /&gt;Coughing. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in a sickening mood last night.&lt;br /&gt;PMS I think.&lt;br /&gt;As usual my little profound mind will start thinking a lot a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.&lt;br /&gt;But everyone should be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's like 52.5 hours which is 3150mins which is 189000s to freedom. (:&lt;br /&gt;So those who don't feel like studying, you can just sit down at one corner, count to 189000 and it'll be over! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If you proved all there is to prove, got nothing left to use&lt;br /&gt;Just walk away, walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you've done, all there is to do, ain't nothing left for you&lt;br /&gt;Just walk away, walk away, walk away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-291437536804679600?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/291437536804679600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/291437536804679600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-looked-but-turned-away-just-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-4514478938412810788</id><published>2008-06-26T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:44:56.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read this story off Stella's blog.&lt;br /&gt;It's an email I think.&lt;br /&gt;Shall just shorten the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tell me,' he continues onto another student. 'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student's voice is confident: 'Yes, professor, I do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No sir. I've never seen Him'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, sir, I have not.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Have you ever actually felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yet you still believe in him?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?'&lt;br /&gt;'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of his own. 'Professor, is there such thing as heat?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' the professor replies. 'There's heat.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And is there such a thing as cold?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, son, there's cold too.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No sir, there isn't.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student begins to explain. 'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night if it isn't darkness?'&lt;br /&gt;'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have Nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. 'So what point are you making, young man?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. 'Flawed? Can you explain how?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains. 'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the Commotion has subsided. 'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?' The class breaks out into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelled the professor's brain? No one&lt;br /&gt;appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no&lt;br /&gt;brain, with all due respect, sir. So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust! your lectures, sir?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. 'I guess you'll have to take them on faith.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,' the student continues. 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on if you have faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, still pass it on for it's a good story! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was longer than this laa.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;A rather good story I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having weird dreams lately.&lt;br /&gt;Like how I dreamt about Narnia the day before yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Must be LJ's fault. Kept saying he's going Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Us:&lt;/strong&gt; Eh where are you going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LJ:&lt;/strong&gt; Narnia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another weird one yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;The stupid scene is still so clear in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I can almost feel it laa.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait for tomorrow. (: (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-4514478938412810788?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/4514478938412810788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/4514478938412810788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-read-this-story-off-stellas-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-8788787084952352787</id><published>2008-06-26T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:00:41.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Physics was like the best out of everything so far.&lt;br /&gt;But still lots of stupid careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Macs breakfast with Fil, Jean, Quek and Atiqah after that.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone were in holiday mood laa.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why also.&lt;br /&gt;5 down, 4 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;(: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-8788787084952352787?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/8788787084952352787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/8788787084952352787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/physics-was-like-best-out-of-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3443137644034861530</id><published>2008-06-25T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:00:12.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah.&lt;br /&gt;It's so late already and I'm still up.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Ironic thing is that we have to wake up early tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was...&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Amusing.&lt;br /&gt;Sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll do even worse than my block test which is already like very very bad already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading physics like it's some story book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid L.C.&lt;br /&gt;Now that song's stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If you wander off too far, my love will get you home.&lt;br /&gt;If you follow the wrong star, my love will get you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,&lt;br /&gt;get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, my love will get you home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3443137644034861530?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3443137644034861530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3443137644034861530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-1852712629446660814</id><published>2008-06-25T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:55:31.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;You will marry _______.&lt;br /&gt;After a wild honeymoon, you will settle down in Beach in your fabulous House.&lt;br /&gt;You will have 6 kid(s) together.&lt;br /&gt;The family will zoom around in a Green Mercedes.&lt;br /&gt;You will spend your days as a Accountant, and live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAA.&lt;br /&gt;So cool they have this online thingy game which we used to play when we were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.espin.com/mash-game.php"&gt;http://www.espin.com/mash-game.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to destress.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-1852712629446660814?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/1852712629446660814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/1852712629446660814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-will-marry.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-6010210466737460322</id><published>2008-06-25T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:45:58.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't touched my GC for like 12357862 million years.&lt;br /&gt;And I totally forgot it's running out of battery.&lt;br /&gt;Now I've to waste my time to buy batteries.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid GC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T RMB ANYTHING I'VE STUDIED.&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling it's going to be another repeat of block tests when I finished the paper 1 hour before the time, staring blankly at the questions and skipping everything on summation, AP, GP, and all that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Persevere. Persevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2hours and 16mins more to doom.&lt;br /&gt;And 5hours and 16mins more to 5 more papers. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm having withdrawal symptoms. ): ): ): &lt;br /&gt;Stupid 5 days long field camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-6010210466737460322?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/6010210466737460322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/6010210466737460322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-havent-touched-my-gc-for-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-4301452727726703246</id><published>2008-06-24T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:59:01.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chem = GG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of time. Lack of brains.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was utterly shocked when I see the amount of questions we had to do in that period of time. 1 question half an hour. [4 in total] Part a, b, c, d, and sometimes e to each question, with part 1 and 2 in between some. Which means... About an average of like 3mins per part?? Madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking at cats for adoption just now.&lt;br /&gt;Kittens are so cute. Cats are so cute.&lt;br /&gt;But then on second thought I think it's so inconvenient to have a cat. Health problems, hygeine, everything has to be thought about.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh. Leave that to later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a funny day.&lt;br /&gt;In school everyone were saying: &lt;em&gt;die die die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Filza suddenly exclaimed that she forgot to bring calculator.&lt;br /&gt;And Hiang Ling followed to say she forgot as well.&lt;br /&gt;Then Zhu Song suddenly asked:&lt;em&gt; "Eh what's in the Data Booklet arh."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a funny day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;And so much for the Youth Day craze.&lt;br /&gt;My brother now say that it's on the 7th. &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia is so not reliable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-4301452727726703246?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/4301452727726703246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/4301452727726703246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/chem-gg.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3235601118888502812</id><published>2008-06-24T10:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:01:38.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Youth Day is celebrated on July 1 in Singapore. &lt;strong&gt;Youths are given a day off from school on July 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;How dare they cheat us of our holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe they think: Ohhh. You come to school for like 2hrs and a half. Not for the whole day. Considered holiday also.&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Logical thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3235601118888502812?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3235601118888502812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3235601118888502812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/youth-day-is-celebrated-on-july-1-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-7203777716283719203</id><published>2008-06-24T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:50:55.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's...&lt;br /&gt;2 hours 11mins to the paper.&lt;br /&gt;And I see 4 people from S202 online.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down to my last chapter!! (:&lt;br /&gt;BUT I totally didn't touch group 2, 7, transition and all that crap. I think I'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't rmb what I learnt about organic, thermochemistry, blah blah blah just now. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-7203777716283719203?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/7203777716283719203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/7203777716283719203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/its.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3446315981756116195</id><published>2008-06-24T08:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:07:50.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;I've got 3 hours left and I'm left with 10 chapters of chem. [Excluding Group 2 Group 7 and all that crap]&lt;br /&gt;Which means 18mins per chap.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go dig my grave. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3446315981756116195?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3446315981756116195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3446315981756116195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-wow_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-6450635623823689375</id><published>2008-06-23T13:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T13:22:15.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One paper down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP was crap crap crap laa.&lt;br /&gt;Essay - Die.&lt;br /&gt;Compre - First question stunned already. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;Chem tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Gone case I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that Paper 3 has the most weightage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomia yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;Coz everyone seemed to be like that too. My brother as well.&lt;br /&gt;He went to bed at 9.30pm, only to fall asleep at 12am plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I mug soon.&lt;br /&gt;Dreaded midyears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wth is the meaning of dissent?!&lt;br /&gt;-Goes to find the meaning-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth. Wth. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE I DON'T FAIL. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And you're not sure what you're looking for,&lt;br /&gt;but you don't want to know more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-6450635623823689375?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/6450635623823689375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/6450635623823689375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-paper-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3967763495883037827</id><published>2008-06-22T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:06:07.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH.&lt;br /&gt;AND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Dr: [SMS] All the best n gd luck for MYE ...Dr Rahman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww.&lt;br /&gt;I'LL MISS DR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3967763495883037827?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3967763495883037827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3967763495883037827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3481729436678682102</id><published>2008-06-22T19:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:20:10.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tommorrow's the day. Tomorrow's the day. Tomorrow's the day!&lt;br /&gt;-screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was enjoying my last day of the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;It seriously went by soooo fast. &lt;br /&gt;And it didn't feel like a holiday at all.&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept a lot today.&lt;br /&gt;While reading GP articles on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Read 1 article, sleep. Wake up after half an hour. Read another. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more days to freedommmmm. (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I survive this. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/VHW4Tlq2s4/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/VHW4Tlq2s4/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/cuteplant23/music/P0QYlpLr/planetshakers_beautiful_saviour/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Saviour - Planetshakers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;How wonderful, how beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Name above every name, exalted high&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful, how beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Your name, name above every name, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will sing forever, Jesus I love You, Jesus I love You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with this song.&lt;br /&gt;Calms you down when you're feeling all uncertainties.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds you that no matter what happens,&lt;br /&gt;there's always someone up there with greater authority than any, has the power to create any miracles as long as you believe, many many more good things, &lt;br /&gt;and most importantly: loves each and every one of us. (:&lt;br /&gt;Oooh. It gives you such a warm feeling inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filza are you scared? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3481729436678682102?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3481729436678682102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3481729436678682102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/tommorrows-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-1552377342173710639</id><published>2008-06-22T09:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:38:23.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Relatives gathered at my house yesterday for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Damn crowded and noisy.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole and her baby sister, Natalie, who's turning 1 year old very soon came as well. And as usual Nicole was damn hyper. Violent violent. Ger and I kept running after her and looking after Natalie as well. Haha. But they're so cute. Minus the over-hyperness.&lt;br /&gt;Had a headache after they went off. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point in time we had this counselling session with the adults. Sat around the dining table and talked. It was such an interesting and amusing conversation. From why they nag to how our parents think that 16/17 is too young an age to date.&lt;br /&gt;Yadayada.&lt;br /&gt;I think that it's okay to date once you're matured enough. Why so afraid of failed relationships. You can always learn from it and not repeat the same mistake. And it allows you to realise for yourself what you really want in someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. Heartaches may scar you for life.&lt;br /&gt;But but that makes your life in a sense more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;As in. So much happiness, no sadness. Then you won't appreciate the happiness that comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all, He will mend all hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the heavens shout your praise,&lt;br /&gt;All creation bow to worship you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-1552377342173710639?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/1552377342173710639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/1552377342173710639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/relatives-gathered-at-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3329506428164612486</id><published>2008-06-20T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:28:31.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Past 2 days I was like camping from 9-6pm at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;With Fil, Fad and Ham. (:&lt;br /&gt;But only doing 3 chapters max per day. Because that seems to be all I can cover in a day.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having waffles set for breakfast for the 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And I love the auntie who serves me at the counter. She's so grandmother-ly! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And and she even gave me 10% discount plus another LONG piece of garlic bread for the soup I ordered. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like home while I was studying. Like some hotel like that. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And of course Fad felt so at home that she sat so unglamly. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was &lt;em&gt;Family Business&lt;/em&gt; day as well. Everyone loves &lt;em&gt;Family Business&lt;/em&gt; don't they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner ytd with YQ. (:&lt;br /&gt;Nice catching up. &lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Mugging outside requires ALOT of money.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons: Breakfast [WAFFLE SET] + Lunch + teabreak + maybe dinner + $3 supply of sweets everyday.&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to know how much I spent the past 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;Though I didn't really study very much, but it felt like I did study very much. HAHAH. So at least I won't feel so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;I really need a miracle. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww. And I'll miss studying at the airport like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3329506428164612486?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3329506428164612486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3329506428164612486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/past-2-days-i-was-like-camping-from-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3643537945477142675</id><published>2008-06-18T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:28:37.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm drained.&lt;br /&gt;From just &lt;strike&gt;3&lt;/strike&gt; 2 chapters of maths.&lt;br /&gt;Recurrence, Vectors 1, Vectors 2.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like I did a lot though.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging at airport with Fil and Ham.&lt;br /&gt;Yes in the end I decided to go, which I'm glad I did coz I'd end up not doing anything at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLENE DEAR STOP FEELING STRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;AND GOSH. IF YOU'RE DUMB, WHAT AM I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My efficiency rate is damn damn damn low.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be able to do serious mugging THE DAY BEFORE THE EXAM.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;[Like how I managed to cram everything on maths in 4hrs the day before Block test. Which explains the lousy grade I got.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Filza if you're reading this, Econs paper is not with GP. That's H2 laa. You scared the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend to plant myself at airport at 7am. It was actually 6, then 6.30, then 7. HAHA. And I can have my waffle set for breakfast with the strawberry I've been imagining myself eating &lt;strike&gt;and free flow of tea&lt;/strike&gt;. HAHAHAH. But arh........ Depends on whether I'll feel lazy or disciplined enough to crawl out of bed. In every 100 attempts, only 1 will be successful. :/&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner out tmr. HAHAHA. I'll be broke by the end of MYE.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll probably increase my risk of diabetes. Coz I consumed almost 3 packets of sweets in 3hrs. I need to chew to make myself focus. Haha. Blahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fall for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song's been on repeat mode on my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine how many times I listened to it the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's so sweet to fall for the same person twice. As in. Fall out of love, then fall back in again. Or maybe at the verge of collapsing, you suddenly grow closer and love rekindled. Ohh. Or like those in dramas. Like how the person has amnesia and everything, but then still managed to fall for the same person again. So sweet. Haha. Read Nicholas Sparks's books! They're so damn sweet, and you wished that you could experience that. HAHA. My favourite is still &lt;em&gt;The Notebook&lt;/em&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. But such things rarely happen in real life right.&lt;br /&gt;Gone means gone.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you want it to go back to the past, it's useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why do people like to imagine this and that.&lt;br /&gt;Why with all those fictional stories.&lt;br /&gt;Like trying to delude yourself that this world is beautiful, trying to hide those ugly truth.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's a place to run to and hide. Seek comfort.&lt;br /&gt;Stories to cloud your thoughts in believing things like this exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not emo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Just having a lot of thoughts about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3643537945477142675?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3643537945477142675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3643537945477142675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-drained.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-2629861714501390452</id><published>2008-06-18T09:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:30:47.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still contemplating whether to go airport to mug.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S DAMN BLOODY HOT AT HOME.&lt;br /&gt;HOT HOT HOT. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think I'll just go airport.&lt;br /&gt;Damn hot here.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lower chance of me slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I can't wait for after midyears.&lt;br /&gt;And to think they cheated us of our youth day holiday for exams.&lt;br /&gt;AND we're like the school to end the latest can.&lt;br /&gt;Coz it's the full Alevels format. ):&lt;br /&gt;Not fair laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So breathe in so deep&lt;br /&gt;Breathe me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And hold onto your words&lt;br /&gt;Cause talk is cheap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And remember me tonight&lt;br /&gt;When you're asleep&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-2629861714501390452?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2629861714501390452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2629861714501390452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/because-tonight-will-be-night-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-8168591869612923807</id><published>2008-06-17T10:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:01:10.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I better do productive work today.&lt;br /&gt;Zomg.&lt;br /&gt;My table's nicely spread out for me but there's nothing on it.&lt;br /&gt;): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm watching my life getting screwed up and yet not do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.&lt;br /&gt;And I keep going on and on about how I want a pet.&lt;br /&gt;I want want want a kitten next time.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll name it meow meow (tentatively) and play with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry and I've a craving for korean seaweed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait for after midyears!&lt;br /&gt;CARD GAMES.&lt;br /&gt;HEAVY LOAD OFF MY MIND.&lt;br /&gt;OG OUTING. YH'S BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION.&lt;br /&gt;And I still want to plan that surprise bday party for Gary's 21st. It'll be so fun laaa. Hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people's birthdays coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th July - Ying Han.&lt;br /&gt;8th July - Mum.&lt;br /&gt;12th July - Ger.&lt;br /&gt;22nd July - Darren.&lt;br /&gt;24th July - Gary.&lt;br /&gt;27th July - Timothy. (:&lt;br /&gt;7th August - MINE. (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to work hard for midyears so I can play hard after that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAYYY.&lt;br /&gt;I've got my motivation. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Heal my heart and make it clean&lt;br /&gt;Open up my eyes to the things unseen&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to love like You have loved me&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart for what breaks Yours&lt;br /&gt;Everything I am for Your Kingdom's cause&lt;br /&gt;As I walk from earth into eternity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-8168591869612923807?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/8168591869612923807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/8168591869612923807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-better-do-productive-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-8811679385579868112</id><published>2008-06-16T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:46:00.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GP lessons in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Rather useful I would say.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to have lunch at Tamp.&lt;br /&gt;Went some Community Centre after that, sat at some weird corner and we started playing werewolf. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Fun fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Stupid&lt;/strike&gt; L.C. keeps keeping me 'entertained' by drawing lame things using the handwriting function. And making me count triangles and circles. And the ironic thing is I'm laming along with him and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;MUG MUG MUG MUG MUG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-8811679385579868112?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/8811679385579868112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/8811679385579868112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/gp-lessons-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3841009207813837971</id><published>2008-06-15T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:57:19.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>L.C. is a bad bad boy.&lt;br /&gt;Hmpuf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3841009207813837971?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3841009207813837971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3841009207813837971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/l.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-1166695879566139277</id><published>2008-06-15T20:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:25:33.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;HAPPY FATHERS' DAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded that time when we shouted to I-forgot-who [Think it's Timothy and Daniel] Happy Mothers' Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbox in the morning with Ger's family and mine. Sang and shouted. When the adults sang oldies I kept having the feeling like we're in some community club event for old people. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airport mugging with HY and Fad in the late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much but caught up and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Now you get to see my stupid new hair which is so damn annoying coz the parting keeps going out of place and my fringe falls all over my face when the wind blows and my hair is so so shorter than last time now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1517.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1508.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. HY MY BRO SAYS YOU LOOK LIKE A GUY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1511.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HY:&lt;/strong&gt; Let's take pictures because I love Felicia's camera! [hp]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fad:&lt;/strong&gt; HY. That's not a very good reason to take photos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked about weird stuffs over dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HY's insights on functions of guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Take care of things for you.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;-censored-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HY was going on and on about how we shouldn't commit too much in a r/s and just remain platonic friends because guys are jerks and you may end up getting hurt and yadayada. Then Fad and I were like: &lt;em&gt;NOOOO.&lt;/em&gt; Because at some point in life you'll feel that there's something missing in your life. And yadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fad:&lt;/strong&gt; Are you saying that guys are useless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HY:&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't say that guys are useless. Just think of the functions of guys listed earlier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My view?&lt;br /&gt;Don't generalise.&lt;br /&gt;Yes though most stories you've heard about r/s are like terrible and blah, ending up in cliche things like: &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sorry I'm too busy to commit." "I'm not good enough for you." "I lost interest in you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT there are still exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;There's still hope in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Shan't talk too much about this.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went dinner with Ger's family and mine. All sorts of nonsense. Tried conversing in hokkien on the car and I ended up speaking profanities, coz I didn't know what I was talking. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Ger's house and we played Viwawa on her com. One com each. [My bro, her and I] And and we also tried all the funny effects of her laptop cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like:&lt;br /&gt;[Image heavy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Snapshot_20080614_1.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Snapshot_20080614_10.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just for laughs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Snapshot_20080614_11.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Snapshot_20080614_12.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Snapshot_20080614_9.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Snapshot_20080614_6.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more week.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Time for intensive mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Smile's not a smile until it wrinkles your face&lt;br /&gt;Bell's not a bell without ringing&lt;br /&gt;A home's not a home when there's nobody there&lt;br /&gt;A song's not a song without singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love isn't love till you give it away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-1166695879566139277?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/1166695879566139277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/1166695879566139277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-511458176425051642</id><published>2008-06-13T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:01:24.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was like some tkgs reunion day. &lt;br /&gt;Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Not excatly an outing. Just managed to come together in a weird way.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: TKGians seem to be weak at physics.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And now everyone's trying to stress me out by saying how stressed out they are. But then I realise I don't usually get stressed out. Even if I do, it'll be like for 5mins-1hr only. Which is kind of bad because I'm still slacking and I don't feel any fear. Maybe soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. &lt;br /&gt;After MYE, Charlene, Jean, whoever, please remind me that it's like the last lap of the most important exam in my entire life. If not I'll keep forgetting and yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and.&lt;br /&gt;L.C.'s going on and on about how the world will sufer when oil runs out and everything. Hahaha. It's really scary to think how uncertain the future will be like. Increasing stress. Like the current level is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird. &lt;br /&gt;It's at this point of time when everyone's complaining why they never choose to poly route and everything. But I've no regrets. Never fancy that route anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy a piece of land and have a small little hut, grow my own vegetables, have 1 meow meow in my house, and live a peaceful life with my beloved. How nice. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I need motivations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-511458176425051642?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/511458176425051642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/511458176425051642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-was-like-some-tkgs-reunion-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-7902086070640517783</id><published>2008-06-12T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:32:31.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's the most productive morning ever.&lt;br /&gt;I started work at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do anything intensive but at least I got my AP GP brushed up. From level 0 to about level 4? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to wake up at 6, but lazy lazy me needed 2 hours wake up call continuously in advance before I can ever get myself out of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next time you need a wake-up call, ask Charlene to &lt;strike&gt;nag at you&lt;/strike&gt; knock sense into you. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downloading HELP packages answers now. Initially only intended to print out thermal physics, but the others looked so tempting that I forsee I'm going to print out like 100 over pages. Physics is rather fun once you get the hang of it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual I can't wait for Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;I've a craving for korean seaweed.&lt;br /&gt;And teppanyaki.&lt;br /&gt;And B&amp;amp;J.&lt;br /&gt;And Breeks.&lt;br /&gt;And a lot of other things which will make my throat even worse.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and pepper lunch too.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-7902086070640517783?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/7902086070640517783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/7902086070640517783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/todays-most-productive-morning-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-8110178706766820465</id><published>2008-06-11T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:32:39.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I remember the time you sat and told me&lt;br /&gt;About your Jesus&lt;br /&gt;And how not to look back&lt;br /&gt;Even if no one believes us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it hurts so bad&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes not having you here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;This stupid feeling is coming all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish that nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;It's so irritating to think that the amount of time in agony is still not enough. Like when will it stop. How can it be stopped.&lt;br /&gt;And why the hell am I the only one who's feeling all these crap and how unfair it is.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just feel like putting all the blame on you but then I know that it's just me that I'm still like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I feel guilty because it's so unfair to another but then I can't do anything about it. And even when you said it's alright I know that to you it's not alright at all. It hurts so much inside I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I've given up on being alright.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know every now and then it'll come haunting. Even in my sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I get away it'll be better but I know that it wouldn't solve anything. But I don't care because I can't stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand myself. I can't stand you. I can't stand us.&lt;br /&gt;All those pretences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired so much more aware&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course it's because of all these crap that I appreciate better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; you never were the best for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I wanna be happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;and my heart is so shattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i know it's about forgiveness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-8110178706766820465?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/8110178706766820465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/8110178706766820465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-remember-time-you-sat-and-told-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3361660873218136159</id><published>2008-06-11T10:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:03:52.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The net is so boring.&lt;br /&gt;My time occupying friend is not online to entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness:&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for christmas to come.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I'm so bored I went to do this:&lt;br /&gt;[Those in bold are those I find v. true.]&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welcome Felicia Neo, here is your handwriting analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q22_1094009453.jpeg" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Felicia has difficulty making decisions. Her mind changes constantly.&lt;/strong&gt; She lives in an emotional tug of war. Felicia could be described like a thermometer. Today warm and friendly, yet tomorrow she may be distant and cold, not wanting to be close to anyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some research indicates that people with a severe variety in the slant of their handwriting have an inability to tolerate sugar and are suffering the side-effects of too much sugar in their diet. If moods swings are a reoccurring issue, investigate the diet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If Felicia encounters a situation she cannot handle she frequently pulls into herself. She feels her emotions are secure if she is withdrawn.&lt;/strong&gt; When she has solved the problem she can be very outgoing and again need other people's companionship. &lt;strong&gt;Some see Felicia as very moody&lt;/strong&gt;, but it would be &lt;strong&gt;more accurate to say she has two complete personalities that she chooses depending on the circumstance.&lt;/strong&gt; This type of person is &lt;strong&gt;often hard to understand&lt;/strong&gt; because no one knows what personality she is exhibiting today. &lt;strong&gt;She may not be bothered by something one minute, then the next minute become upset at the same thing.&lt;/strong&gt; It is very difficult to pin down Felicia's emotional expressiveness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q21_1094009295.jpeg" /&gt; People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially. According to the data input, Felicia doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q23_1094009506.jpeg" /&gt; Felicia will demand respect and will expect others to treat her with honor and dignity. Felicia believes in her ideas and will expect other people to also respect them. She has a lot of pride.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q24_1094009749.jpeg" /&gt; Felicia will be candid and direct when expressing her opinion. She will tell them what she thinks if they ask for it, whether they like it or not. So, if they don't really want her opinion, don't ask for it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q26_1094010047.jpeg" /&gt; In reference to Felicia's mental abilities, she has a very investigating and creating mind. She investigates projects rapidly because she is curious about many things. She gets involved in many projects that seem good at the beginning, but she soon must slow down and look at all the angles. She probably gets too many things going at once. When Felicia slows down, then she becomes more creative than before. Since it takes time to be creative, she must slow down to do it. She then decides what projects she has time to finish. Thus she finishes at a slower pace than when she started the project.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has the best of two kinds of minds. One is the quick investigating mind. The other is the creative mind. Her mind thinks quick and rapidly in the investigative mode. She can learn quicker, investigate more, and think faster. Felicia can then switch into her low gear. When she is in the slower mode, she can be creative, remember longer and stack facts in a logical manner. She is more logical this way and can climb mental mountains with a much better grip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q27_1094010202.jpeg" /&gt; Felicia is a practical person whose goals are planned, practical, and down to earth. This is typical of people with normal healthy self-esteem. She needs to visualize the end of a project before she starts. she finds joy in anticipation and planning. Notice that I said she plans everything she is going to do, that doesn't necessarily mean things go as planned. Felicia basically feels good about herself. She has a positive self-esteem which contributes to her success. She feels she has the ability to achieve anything she sets her mind to. However, she sets her goals using practicality-- not too "out of reach". She has enough self-confidence to leave a bad situation, yet, she will not take great risks, as they relate to her goals. A good esteem is one key to a happy life. Although there is room for improvement in the confidence catagery, her self-perception is better than average.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q31_1094010847.jpeg" /&gt; Something is incomplete in Felicia's life. She feels frustration relating to her physical needs and desires. Somewhere in her life there is some disappointment, non-fulfillment, and interruption. This is very likely to relate to Felicia's sexual needs. &lt;em&gt;[ERRRR.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q32_1094011133.jpeg" /&gt; For a graphologist, the spacing on the page reflects the writer's attitude toward their own world and relationship to things in his or her own space. If the inputted data was correct Felicia has left some white space on the left side of the paper. Felicia fills up the rest of the page in a normal fashion moving the entire writing rightward as she moves down the page. If this is true, then Felicia has a healthy relationship to the past and is ready to move on. The right side of the page represents the future and Felicia is ready and willing to get started living now and planning for the future. Felicia is leaving the past behind and moving on to what she perceives as an exciting and enticing future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try doing it yourself at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/"&gt;http://www.handwritingwizard.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3361660873218136159?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3361660873218136159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3361660873218136159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-remember-time-you-told-me-about-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-5198616365990324607</id><published>2008-06-11T10:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:33:31.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmy. Please slap me.&lt;br /&gt;Today's... Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;And what have I completed?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday - Mugging at Naqib's. And LJ kept coming up with nonsenses like he's going Narnia later through the wardrobe and blah blah blah. &lt;em&gt;Family business-ed&lt;/em&gt;. Poor Dan and I were targetted each time and Naqib betrayed us. Boo. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And halfway while mugging we felt totally random and cabbed down to TM for &lt;em&gt;Kung Fu Panda&lt;/em&gt;! HAHAA. Show was fine. Pretty funny. And there were really cute laughters ringing through the cinema. Because it was filled with kids. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And when we stepped out of the cinema, Naqib asked a random and amusing question: &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh my back got popcorn or not."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.&lt;br /&gt;And:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/P6080445.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/P6080448.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reg 5-8. Evelyn we left a space for you. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so today I hope I won't slack so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's outside with the DS and looking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brother:&lt;/strong&gt; [talking to the DS] Momo. Sit. SIT! SIT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;5s later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brother:&lt;/strong&gt; Stupid dog.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised I've watched a lot of movies this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man. Indiana Jones. Accuracy of Death. Narnia. Kung Fu Panda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-5198616365990324607?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5198616365990324607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5198616365990324607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/ohmy.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-5983873572039394093</id><published>2008-06-09T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:15:58.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/29XG9Fp416/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/29XG9Fp416/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/audrie/music/L6qaJuHo/hillsong_shout_to_the_lord/"&gt;Shout To The Lord - Hillsong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My Jesus, My Savior,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, there is none like You;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of my days&lt;br /&gt;I want to praise&lt;br /&gt;the wonders of Your mighty love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My comfort, my shelter,&lt;br /&gt;Tower of refuge and strength;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let every breath, all that I am&lt;br /&gt;never cease to worship You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shout to the Lord, all the earth,&lt;br /&gt;let us sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;power and majesty, praise to the King;&lt;br /&gt;mountains bow down and the seas will roar&lt;br /&gt;at the sound of Your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sing for joy at the work of Your hands,&lt;br /&gt;forever I'll love You, forever I'll stand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing compares to the promise I have in You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard this at service and it's stuck in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-5983873572039394093?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5983873572039394093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5983873572039394093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/shout-to-lord-hillsong-my-jesus-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-1051702406320607836</id><published>2008-06-09T10:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:00:39.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch your thoughts, for they become words&lt;br /&gt;Watch your words, for they become actions&lt;br /&gt;Watch your actions, for they become habits&lt;br /&gt;Watch your habits, for they become character&lt;br /&gt;Watch your character, for that is your DESTINY.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we grow up, we learn that &lt;u&gt;even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down&lt;/u&gt; probably will. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time.&lt;br /&gt;You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken.&lt;br /&gt;You'll fight with your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.&lt;br /&gt;You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt &lt;u&gt;because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from YQ's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Very meaningful I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a sentimental mood now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-1051702406320607836?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/1051702406320607836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/1051702406320607836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/watch-your-thoughts-for-they-become.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3965852071349833997</id><published>2008-06-09T10:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:39:27.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs - Studied a little teeny weeny bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri - Dad took leave. And we [including my brother] spent a bomb on some jap resturant making our stomachs bloated. Went home and &lt;strong&gt;slept&lt;/strong&gt; after going to buy my brother's field camp things. Goshhh. He looks like he's going army when he's only going to some field camp for his CCA. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat - Vivocity. I'm never ever going to go there during weekends again I tell you. I can't stand the stupid crowd and noise. Sat around. Talked. Watched &lt;em&gt;Narnia&lt;/em&gt;. Then joined Ger for dinner. Thai Express. Bloated to the max again. Sometimes I wonder where all the food go to. I can't seem to grow fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun - 4e3 chalet. Courtesy to Jean for lending out her chalet. Haha. Caught up with the rest of the people whom I haven't met in ages. Gossips. Haha. And Shuzh and I were saying how we should just go Seoul Garden next time because it's so much more convenient and we'll not feel so useless to help with the bbq. Thanks to those who helped with the cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembered stupid things we used to do.&lt;br /&gt;Eg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi strawberry shortcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shuzh:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi vanilla longcake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Vanessa was saying how our class 4/3 x2 will be equals to the date yesterday. (8/6) Haha. Photos next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;And I was saying I miss Dr. when we were at Downtown. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And I happened to see this photo on Fil's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/rahmanzmonster.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. don't kill me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually climbed out of bed at 8 today. But I was distracted by my DS. Got another dog [on DS] last week and named it Meow Meow. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks. Stop slacking. &lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3965852071349833997?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3965852071349833997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3965852071349833997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/been-slacking.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-2467374247200362817</id><published>2008-06-05T14:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:10:35.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQIF_vTOjZc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQIF_vTOjZc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="380" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Translations taken from the net:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunny Days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fujiki Kazue (Konishi Manami)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What spilled out&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t a tear but a praying voice&lt;br /&gt;What I looked up at&lt;br /&gt;Was the sun above the clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was living like I was asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was always alone&lt;br /&gt;Until the day I met you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always, always here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if there’s a love song&lt;br /&gt;I could sing by myself&lt;br /&gt;This warmth from the touch of your arms&lt;br /&gt;Can’t be found alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I had put on a mask&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt I might have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;I shut away my memories&lt;br /&gt;And locked them in a box&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in that dark place&lt;br /&gt;I was able to find you&lt;br /&gt;Even if I can’t return&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep going farther, farther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if there’s a love song&lt;br /&gt;That recalls loneliness&lt;br /&gt;I can’t reach it alone&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll walk out once more&lt;br /&gt;Toward the door to tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;With you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll transform sadness&lt;br /&gt;Into kindness&lt;br /&gt;And someday&lt;br /&gt;Once I’ve set my true self free&lt;br /&gt;The pain will disappear&lt;br /&gt;I know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need a love song&lt;br /&gt;I can sing by myself anymore&lt;br /&gt;I can’t find it alone&lt;br /&gt;But with you I know&lt;br /&gt;We can find a place where the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;A tomorrow I’ve never seen&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the theme song for &lt;em&gt;Accuracy of Death&lt;/em&gt; movie.&lt;br /&gt;Another title for the movie is &lt;em&gt;Sweet Rain&lt;/em&gt; actually.&lt;br /&gt;I like the song a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics doesn't really make sense but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Movie yesterday with Sj, Kd and Sab. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;We were like 'huh?' during the movie. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting plot. But confusing. And a little slow.&lt;br /&gt;But well. I think there's some meaning to it.&lt;br /&gt;1) Different views about death.&lt;br /&gt;2) Purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;3) Whether your choice in life is the right one. [Deciding whether the person dies of lives, in the show.]&lt;br /&gt;4) The rain will always stop. Sadness will be gone someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I may be wrong though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. I spent my morning today cooking breakfast for my brother.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. He was saying don't want to eat peanut butter with bread, so I fried eggs. Then I ended up frying the bread as well with butter, and melted cheese. For experiment purpose. And he said it's nice. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm s-l-a-c-k-i-n-g.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-2467374247200362817?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2467374247200362817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2467374247200362817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/translations-taken-from-net-sunny-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-2478768532553561799</id><published>2008-06-04T00:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:04:05.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;It's 12am.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still awake!&lt;br /&gt;-claps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jean. (; says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u have finally get out of e pig stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jean. (; says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u r officially not a pig&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still talking to Stella. [And Jean as well]&lt;br /&gt;All the weird things about my &lt;strong&gt;L.L&lt;/strong&gt; which I've never shared with anyone before.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-2478768532553561799?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2478768532553561799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2478768532553561799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-1256208849835904211</id><published>2008-06-03T22:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:38:02.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;All the people in your life who've come and gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they let you down, you know they hurt your pride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;better put it all behind you; cause life goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;you keep carrying that anger, it'll eat you up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my heart is so shattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i know it's about forgiveness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;even if, even if you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to get down to the heart of the matter&lt;br /&gt;because the flesh will get weak&lt;br /&gt;and the ashes will scatter&lt;br /&gt;so i'm thinking about forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't love me anymore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella a.k.a Darling #2's telling me her love story.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So oh dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-1256208849835904211?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/1256208849835904211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/1256208849835904211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-been-learning-to-live-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-7018861580645165272</id><published>2008-06-03T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:51:01.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS SO SO SO FUN! (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra lessons with Dr in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;THEN we went downtown with Dr!! Hahaha. A whole bunch of us. Not the whole class, about half.&lt;br /&gt;Dr treated us Sakura buffet. We felt so bad. Wanted to just back out and go food court but he insisted on eating it and walked in and paid for all of us. SO we had to dine there. Cost like $20+ [Excluding GST and all the nonsense] per person. Collected 10bucks each from everyone and CY shoved it into his pocket. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fil and I tried all sorts of weird things there. Like Black Chicken soup and we ordered wrongly the spaghetti, and the guys [Mainly Louis and CY] beside us helped to finish it up. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took photos. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/P6030344.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/P6030334.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that rushed down to E-Hub to watch &lt;em&gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/em&gt;. Dr treated coz we returned him part of the money for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Show was fine. Funny. Scary. And some UFO appeared out of nowhere. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/P6030355.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around after that and Dr and some left.&lt;br /&gt;Sat down at some corner at the side and played &lt;em&gt;Werewolf&lt;/em&gt;. Some new card game which PPK bought. Resembles the Polar Bear murderer thingy but it's much more fun. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Fil and I kept saying we looked like idiots closing our eyes and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Little girl. Cupid. Werewolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zhu Song:&lt;/strong&gt; I think whoever gets the &lt;strong&gt;wolfwere&lt;/strong&gt; is the best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Played till like 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filza:&lt;/strong&gt; Our favourite past time now is like sitting down and playing cards.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee.&lt;br /&gt;I love card games as a group. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/P6030353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/P6030353.jpg" width="320" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click for enlargement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-7018861580645165272?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/7018861580645165272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/7018861580645165272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-was-so-so-so-fun-extra-lessons.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-8912914797789474473</id><published>2008-06-02T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:21:23.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;New template.&lt;br /&gt;Like finally.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me quite fast to decide on one.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I chose this but it just appeals to me.&lt;br /&gt;Soothing. I like. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-8912914797789474473?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/8912914797789474473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/8912914797789474473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/wheee.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-1858652120958053544</id><published>2008-06-02T22:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:41:20.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been MIA for a relatively long time.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been touching the com for some time.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I've been mugging much.&lt;br /&gt;In fact I think today's the first day in 4 days I touched my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went mugging in school with Fil, LJ and Danial. Naqib joined us after that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 10% more productive than yesterday. Good good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop and stare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there&lt;br /&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair&lt;br /&gt;But fair ain't what you really need&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can u see what I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;That's what Danial said he does at home.&lt;br /&gt;Stare into space all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we lunched at Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;Funny funny moments.&lt;br /&gt;Like LJ's and Fil's rocking boat.&lt;br /&gt;Worms on LJ's psp. 4 players! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm broke. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/DSC00475.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday -&lt;/strong&gt; Angela concert at Expo. Had complimentary tickets. Went with bro, Ger and her mum. Not bad. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. On the way to meet my dad at Aljunied after the concert, we saw ALOT of cats. Like 12-15 laa. All walking past me. Coz someone was feeding them. Damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sermon was nice. The tenth commandment. Learning to be content. Covetousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Timothy 6:10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday -&lt;/strong&gt; Dinner with relatives. We stayed out till 10plus to chit chat at some place near East Point. Ger, Pris and I had an intriguing discussion about things like our childhood times, funny things about Gary, etc.&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice sitting down and chilling out. One of my favourite pastimes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extract from Pris's (Gary's younger sister) blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;like...he used to cry caused i made him angry :DD HAH.i was too naughty den."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"ohhya.tis is sth tat i forgot to tell them :D&lt;br /&gt;bro used to think tat when earthquake occurs.the earth will split and people will fall into the hole tat leads to nowhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know my cousin is so funny. Hahaha. He's 3 years older btw.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;My Dad's fishes are getting weirder and weirder.&lt;br /&gt;One still is surviving well swimming backstroke. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And no. It's not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1497.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1498.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Ehhh! Your fishes are all so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt; Just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago I spotted one black one lazing around and now all are influenced.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's the same among us. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-1858652120958053544?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/1858652120958053544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/1858652120958053544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/06/been-mia-for-relatively-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-4389780955602360282</id><published>2008-05-29T11:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:25:10.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 10 today.&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forsee myself wasting my day away.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down, upset, distant, listless, desparate, exhausted, gloomy, depressed, miserable, powerless, sad, unhappy, vulnerable, weak, alarmed, anxious, apprehensive, cautious, disturbed, fearful, frightened, intimidated, nervous, restless, scared, suspicious, terrified, threatened, worried, distrustful, embarrassed, lost, mistaken, perplexed, tense, uncertain, uneasy, unsure, fatigued, insecure, confused, afraid, blue, &lt;strong&gt;helpless&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many words [More though] to describe the feeling of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Randomess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life you just feel so helpless, like you can't do anything or have the power to do anything. And that's even more when you must really have faith in the Lord to make things fine. Follow by faith and not my sight.&lt;br /&gt;Wandered off. Maybe the Lord is getting me back on track.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more I've got to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ask, and it shall be given you; Seek, and ye shall find, Knock, and it shall be opened unto you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 7:7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-4389780955602360282?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/4389780955602360282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/4389780955602360282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/woke-up-at-10-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3619131942188538741</id><published>2008-05-28T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:06:51.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday - Shopping in the evening with my mum at J8. Wheee. I went there myself first and I went to every single clothes store there before my mum came. HAHA. Spent quite a bit. But still I need more clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging at airport today with Fil, her sis and Huang Yu. Finally. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But well.... Not really effective BUT considered more effective than the past 2 days because I did not touch my stuffs at all. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played around with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;Like always. [With HY around]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Image105.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1485.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1486.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Mental note to self: STOP SLACKING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3619131942188538741?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3619131942188538741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3619131942188538741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-shopping-in-evening-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-4435087105173074061</id><published>2008-05-26T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:08:48.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ALWAYS wake up no earlier than 10am during the hols when I'm staying at home the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;This is madness madness.&lt;br /&gt;And I've been slacking from then till now AND the day's going to be over soon because I always stop work at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been wasting my time thinking rubbish, recalling my weird dream, and playing my DS with my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean and Fil: I've got Worms on my DS!!! HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;And they make cute noises like: &lt;em&gt;"Stupid"&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;"Oh man!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Besides the point, I think I had a weird dream last night. Not really weird but in the sense that the person involved IS weird. Not that the person is weird but dreaming of the person is weird! Eh wait. Come to think of it, it's not weird. BUT STILL.&lt;br /&gt;WTH. I think my brain's screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts: I think I'm the most anti-social person around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;There are some things I can't say, nobody to say them to, and don't know how to say them. Come to think of it, my life is rather pathetic. I've no aim, no ambitions. I don't even know what I want to take next time.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I can't even make it that far, looking at the state I'm at now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've packets and packets of things locked within.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just feel like running away and not face these horrible truth, but at times you just can't run like you used to and it's like an emotional roller coaster again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times you just get so sick of everything.&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder what does God really have in mind for you.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's something good or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, just trust in the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-4435087105173074061?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/4435087105173074061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/4435087105173074061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-always-wake-up-no-earlier-than-10am.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3731297272920892734</id><published>2008-05-24T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T22:17:50.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm beat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always so tired after I return on saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mugging&lt;/em&gt; dulls the brain.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I think I'll die when I start serious work.&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr:&lt;/strong&gt; The Z monster's here again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [sth like that]&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. I miss Dr.&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how long it'll take.&lt;br /&gt;1 year. 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe forever.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I don't want any tinge of this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;How nice it'd be if nothing like this happened before.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't pretend. And I hate pretences. Like everything's fine. Like nothing happened. Makes me pissed to the core.&lt;br /&gt;But then it's because of things like these that makes you appreciate others more.&lt;br /&gt;Some people learn from mistakes, some people don't. They just merely inflict the same thing which they once experienced to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I pity those who don't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to smile at you and say these 9 words:&lt;br /&gt;______ ___ _______ ___ __ __ ____ ___ _____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till that day,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make sense out of this whole crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3731297272920892734?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3731297272920892734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3731297272920892734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-4622856656349407107</id><published>2008-05-23T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:38:40.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Faster than you can follow me from this lonely place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farther than you can find me I'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;yeah I'm leaving today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept for 4hrs just now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow. I'm not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's freaking hot. The temperature says it's 30 degrees in my house. &lt;strong&gt;30 degrees&lt;/strong&gt;. Madness. And L.C. says that his house is 25degrees. And that it's still cold if you lie on the floor. Like wth. I always thought it's constant throughout the whole of the country. No? But 5 degrees difference is seriously ridiculously unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've got my thoughts sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;So if I ever go back to thinking anything which is not in my plan again, please slap me. Like seriously slap me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything after the Big As.&lt;br /&gt;Which means 6 months of cutting off. Alright alright. Manageable.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my mood to be spoilt in any way.&lt;br /&gt;For now it's studies and friends and _______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what took me so long to do that.&lt;br /&gt;To bring myself to do that.&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like burning everything away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dont lie and say that it's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;It's alright if there's nothing more to say&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I'm the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's too late for you to make me stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;No, I won't stay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-4622856656349407107?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/4622856656349407107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/4622856656349407107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/faster-than-you-can-follow-me-from-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-2077165274585907503</id><published>2008-05-23T10:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:55:14.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY THIRD POST IN 2HRS.&lt;br /&gt;Like wth.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; blog ALOT when I'm bored and rotting and infront of the com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with JM.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &lt;em&gt;Stop Crying Your Heart Out&lt;/em&gt; makes me cry even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Cos all of the stars&lt;br /&gt;Are fading away&lt;br /&gt;Just try not to worry&lt;br /&gt;You'll see them some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take what you need&lt;br /&gt;And be on your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And stop crying your heart out&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean just sent me a link.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your past life diagnosis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern North New Zealand around the year 1350. Your profession was that of a banker, usurer, moneylender or judge.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your brief psychological profile in your past life:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a natural talent in psychology, you knew how to use your opportunities. Cold-blooded and calm in any situation.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Your task is to learn, to love and to trust the universe. You are bound to think, study, reflect, and to develop inner wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Jean was a male mongolian temple dancer. HAHAHAH. Eh. So is Fil. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for laughs.&lt;br /&gt;And no. I don't believe in this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-2077165274585907503?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2077165274585907503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2077165274585907503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-third-post-in-2hrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-7946004703345584580</id><published>2008-05-23T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:41:34.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Felicia actually finished her e-learning. Like (censored words)!!! Oh my gosh. She's like a superwoman, I tell you. Finishes her homework within two hours everday and now, she even managed the feat of downloading the whole lot of crap for today's e-learning. Gawd. I'm stupefied and am completely stumped for words."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from Charlene's blog.&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered I haven't mentioned that Charlene dreamt 2 days ago that I was her little sister and I got kidnapped by some ghost I think. HAHAHHA. So hilarious. And the ghost wanted me to play chinese ochestra for them. LOL. What a weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. You're so cute I tell you. I thank God I got to know you!&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget you'll be my daughter's God-mama alright! And influence her with your smartiness. HAHAAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-7946004703345584580?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/7946004703345584580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/7946004703345584580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/felicia-actually-finished-her-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-320244401870802849</id><published>2008-05-23T09:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:28:05.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tried to take a picture&lt;br /&gt;Of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Didn't think I'd miss &lt;strike&gt;her&lt;/strike&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;That much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that e-learning is opened throughout the hols,&lt;br /&gt;people online at 9am is like so so so little! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And crap.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot all about GP e-learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed at 8pm plus yesterday. I realise whenever I'm feeling lousy, I'll just feel like sleeping and not do anything. Even the &lt;em&gt;www&lt;/em&gt; doesn't have much appealing powers.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I realise that I will at least sleep 6hrs if my mum/dad's at home and I'm at home. Hahaha. I just can't seem to study with them around. Feel so lazy lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent like 2hrs yesterday going through my files in the com and sorted out my photos which were like everywhere. And I feel so accomplished because I've sorted out everything nicely and neatly and put them in folders like 'family' and 'friends'. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of miss school. ):&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are some things I don't miss, like: lessons and presence of _______. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But I miss playing family business with the guys and getting irritated with them for targetting us, I miss Fil's laughters, I miss Jean's scoldings of spongebob's friend, Charlene's whines about her being tired, Keyi's loudness, LJ's crappiness, Le Dung's tappings on the shoulder and then laughing at me, L.C's random words to me which others don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;See. I miss so many things.&lt;br /&gt;6 more months and we'll be out of JC. It feels rather slow and yet so fast.&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Fil the other day that I'll miss our class. And I'll miss my ____ 1 very very very much. Ahhh. ): Why must this year pass so quickly. Now I'm sad. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1471.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearing the end of &lt;em&gt;Family Business&lt;/em&gt; where almost all the cards are in R.I.P form and the graves are all lined up nicely. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want holidays. Everyone should be made compulsory to go back to school and mug. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;E-learning is boring.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;BORED.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh.&lt;br /&gt;And Artbox sells very very very nice letter pads!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1473.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1475.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness. Just happened to come across pictures in my com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I can't wait for tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;And I want to eat my B &amp;amp; J ice cream no matter what. I've been craving for it for damn long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing&lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;We're empty&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-320244401870802849?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/320244401870802849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/320244401870802849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/tried-to-take-picture-of-love-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-905464316662691389</id><published>2008-05-22T12:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:35:59.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm done with E-learning for the day.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;[But the ironic thing is. I haven't learned a single thing.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-905464316662691389?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/905464316662691389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/905464316662691389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-done-with-e-learning-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3727055123385006340</id><published>2008-05-22T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:23:48.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And yayy.&lt;br /&gt;Filza finally sent me the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;MJ champions. (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to go at first. But because of waiting for the stupid notes I have to go. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;I never fancy soccer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make sure my future husband doesn't play soccer or like soccer so much. WHICH I'm sure there's people like that around. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;[Because I found one.]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And throughout the match I was getting irritated by this idiot who keeps shrieking away. Not cheering. But seriously shrieking. Goshhh. Felt like just stuffing the clappers into her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I like about going is that we got to meet up with my TKG friends. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/P5210128.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4e3 VJ and MJ (:&lt;br /&gt;[Not all present]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/P5210130.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I happened to see Fawn a.k.a BESTFRIEND!! Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went TM Pizza Hut for dinner after that. With Jean, Fil, Atiqah and the guys. Planned to have it with like 5 people only. In the end more weird people joined in and the size increased by twice. On the way there Danial was acting babaric, chewing on the straw meant for blowing the clappers. HAHAHA. And LJ also acted like a danial. [a.k.a babaric]&lt;br /&gt;At Pizza Hut we were damn noisy. Played 7-Up to see who gets the last slices of pizza and we spammed cheese and some syrup that comes with the lemon tea. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Fun but tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was damn tired after the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;Went back home. Got my daily dosage of happiness and it's off to lalaland.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh.&lt;br /&gt;And some more photos.&lt;br /&gt;Last moments Metta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/P5140076.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/P5140072.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/P5140066.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/P5140086.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite girl. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO DISTRACTED FROM E-LEARNING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3727055123385006340?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3727055123385006340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3727055123385006340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-yayy.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-5881529445838033384</id><published>2008-05-22T09:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:53:09.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;As expected.&lt;br /&gt;E-learning is so screwed up. Loading damnnnn slowly.&lt;br /&gt;What's the use of having specific time slots.&lt;br /&gt;I rather wake up at 4 in the morning to do. Waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It took me so long to realise&lt;br /&gt;That nothing's changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And never will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these years of standing still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realise it's no point thinking and brooding over it when I'm the only one who's doing that. Giving all the things and yet getting all the shit. And it's not worth it. Over someone/something like this it's not worth it. Humans are foolish creatures who can be blinded by things. Maybe because the heart is inside that's why it can't see. I'm so tired already you know. Never have I been so hurt over something. For such a long span of time. That was probably the last straw. Getting a backlash over a joke made.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter to you anyway. No significance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After all there are many substitutes around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.C. said that the problem with me is that I know what's the problem but I'm still like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to focus. Get your priorities right.&lt;br /&gt;To find the place I love the most. Someone who'll always be there to put a genuine smile on your face. Someone who'll really go to extents just to make you happy and give up anything for you. Who appreciates you, who reaches in and touches your heart. And that's when you feel really warm inside and know that you're not alone. I think that's the first time in my life I'm feeling that way.&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time now is 10.23.&lt;br /&gt;Got distracted here and there from elearning.&lt;br /&gt;I can't access the last section of chem.&lt;br /&gt;Physics stuffs are nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;Econs is loading damn slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Seeee. We still can access other folders outside our time-slot.&lt;br /&gt;Like wth. Defeats the whole purpose.&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone's giving up on e-learning.&lt;br /&gt;Like nothing's loading.&lt;br /&gt;So much for dumping technology on us and then going off the NTU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-5881529445838033384?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5881529445838033384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5881529445838033384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-5341253470041684011</id><published>2008-05-20T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:56:49.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Now I can't go on without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm naked, I can't fake it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not that strong without you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could love you the way I do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;I can't update my travel declaration online because the stupid server is so screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't even access IVLE to do the bloody student perception survey.&lt;br /&gt;And in case you didn't realise, I'm becoming more and more crude with my words nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;No good no good.&lt;br /&gt;I better find back the quiet gentle Felicia whose vocabulary does not exist unkind words. -Nods nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer finals tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;All I think about is how sticky and hot I'll be.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;I hope MJ wins so that my efforts of staying there under the hot sun is not wasted. Haha. Nahh. I sincerely hope they win from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Fil, LJ and Quek.&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a longggg time since I had KFC. (:&lt;br /&gt;And LJ refuses to donate to the F &amp;amp; F foundation for Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's funds. This is what you get after waiting for someone for like 90mins [minus 30mins] when he said it'll only take 9mins. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Doctor if you're reading this]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DECLARE THAT I WANT DR TO BE OUR CHEM TUTOR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dr please don't leave. ))):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Asshole Taidee before chem make-up lecture. Damn funny. 9 people played and it was rather fun.&lt;br /&gt;The vicious poverty cycle. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Awww. I think I'll miss all our card games times when I leave MJ!! ):&lt;br /&gt;We shall all meet up when we're 50 and old and play cards together! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread Midyears.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this week doesn't end.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Never thought I could love you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could need you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The way I do&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-5341253470041684011?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5341253470041684011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5341253470041684011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/now-i-cant-go-on-without-you-im-naked-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3953392072632202589</id><published>2008-05-16T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:34:42.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;All those times I've cried alone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thinking maybe I should call just to see if you're home&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I, don't want this to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time to let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah. E-learning is crap crap crap.&lt;br /&gt;Our normal friday time-table ends at 12.05 and now we're made to follow this rubbish timetable which extends all the way till 6pm. Like when do we even end lessons at 6pm before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy. Went home after having pizza hut with my parents and I slept for like 4 frigging hours. And now I'm sleepy again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There must be a reason for giving up something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the questions to stop. I want more answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe sometimes we should just look forward and stop tracking back.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because the past seems so pretty that you just get stuck in it. Or maybe it's because the future seems so bleak and scary, and you don't know what's awaiting. But whatever it is dreams stop someday and maybe it's now time for them to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's time like these when you wished you have a secret place where you can go, where you can whisper what you know; where you can hide, where no one sees your life inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A place where I can go when I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;And there I'll find me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a place to spend the day&lt;br /&gt;Where no one says to go or stay&lt;br /&gt;Where I can take my pen and draw&lt;br /&gt;The girl I mean to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always so random.&lt;br /&gt;And I was listening to some interesting conversation during maths lecture today.&lt;br /&gt;It's really so amusing to see someone in that state.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I behaved last time. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Watching the heavens, from a window where I sit&lt;br /&gt;But I'm alone this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missing the sound of your laughter inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'll just close my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3953392072632202589?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3953392072632202589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3953392072632202589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-those-times-ive-cried-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-6275441155237921846</id><published>2008-05-15T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:08:22.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living with this regret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I could do it over&lt;br /&gt;I would trade give away all the words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that I saved in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid blogger's in chinese. The main page. Seems like a whole load of gibberish to me.&lt;br /&gt;My chinese has became all rubbish-ey already. That's bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Metta SLC days ended yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Boo. I thought I'd be so happy I'm out of it. But no!! I miss the kids!&lt;br /&gt;Awww. Took photos and everything. Shall talk more about it when Filza send me the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and.&lt;br /&gt;MJ beat SAJC in the boys soccer semi-finals! (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;The scenario was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;After our last consultation with Godi, Fil, Jean and I went down and joined Louis and his friends and there was like practically a live coverage over the phone with someone over at the match there. The situation was so messy coz over the line people were screaming and shouting and thus miscommunication sets in and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Until someone finally shouted: &lt;strong&gt;MJ WON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we started cheering. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the thing, our table at the study bench attracted a rather huge crowd laa. Hahaha. So funny. And fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;Yay yay yay. It's soccer finals again.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that MJ will be champions. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And these few days I'm super short tempered. You get abit on my nerves and I'll bite your head off. Not really laa. HAHA. I'll just try to control until you irritate me further and I'll just snap at you. So please forgive me if I sound harsh or whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a final note: I'll be frigging stress over maths lecture until corelations and regression is done. Must always be on your toes. Argh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And. Hypo testing is bloody confusing. I can't get the frigging answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Was being so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-6275441155237921846?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/6275441155237921846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/6275441155237921846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/living-with-this-regret-but-i-know-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-8445261300092013165</id><published>2008-05-13T20:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:46:55.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is yet another laughing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lavender's blue, dilly dilly,&lt;br /&gt;Lavender's green&lt;br /&gt;When you are King, dilly dilly,&lt;br /&gt;I shall be Queen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Filza kept singing the Lavender's Blue song. That childish song we used to sing back in primary school or even kindergarten. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after chem extra lesson we &lt;strong&gt;tried&lt;/strong&gt; playing the &lt;em&gt;mimi&lt;/em&gt; game with Dr. His reaction was so so funny laa! Filza was like passing him air, [saying that it's Mimi] and he was so scared. HAHAHA. And he almost fell off the chair. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously this is the first time I see Dr like this! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND.&lt;br /&gt;Filza and Atiqah [Particularly the former] entertained us with their &lt;em&gt;Father Abraham&lt;/em&gt; dance at the corridor somewhere around 2nd floor staffroom. Gosh. Like 2 childish kids dancing and yaking away. Jean and I laughed till our stomachs were cramping laa. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked around after school playing worms on psp. I kept losing and Fil kept winning. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought of a perfect song to sing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Where did I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;I lost &lt;strike&gt;a friend&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my worm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known &lt;strong&gt;how to save a life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;My poor cute little worms.&lt;br /&gt;Please target Jean's ones next time.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;Godilocks essay. I'm going to type them out I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be only doing 2 out of 4. That's the max I'll do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with 1 more hr to complete all 2.&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too many people to ache over. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe if my heart stops beating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it won't hurt this much.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not emo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;I just like the morbidness of it.&lt;br /&gt;And L.C, stop calling me emo.&lt;br /&gt;And stop moving around during chem lecture. [It's making me dizzy]&lt;br /&gt;And next time you probe into my bag, state your reason if not I'll go: "&lt;em&gt;Wth is he doing."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-8445261300092013165?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/8445261300092013165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/8445261300092013165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-is-yet-another-laughing-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-623836800552449962</id><published>2008-05-11T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:23:03.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Mothers' Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes we just take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm so random.&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's really true that humans just have the tendancy to not treasure things until they're lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Went Mothers' Day shopping at tm with Fil, Danial and LJ.&lt;br /&gt;We played Family Business with some other guys before that while waiting for Danial. lol. It's like some addiction.&lt;br /&gt;Blahh.&lt;br /&gt;Shopped around and everything. Kept talking about mentos and St____ and _a____ and ______n. Stupid LJ and Danial refused to tell me anything because they think that I've got nothing for them to threaten with! [In case I spill the beans.] And oh, I've got 50% of &lt;strike&gt;Carl's&lt;/strike&gt; Karl's Junior! HAHAHA. [Inside thing]&lt;br /&gt;And we ended up sitting at Macs and played Family Business again.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Was damn tired after the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Went out to shop for Mothers' Day gift. Managed to buy something.&lt;br /&gt;Caught Iron Man. I didn't want to at first, but well..&lt;br /&gt;Not bad actually. Quite worth the money. I don't like action movie actually. Gives me a headache most of the time but Iron Man was fine. Pretty nice actually. The technology featured in there is so so so cool. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed out till 8pm plus then went home.&lt;br /&gt;(: (:&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And we went home after dinner today and my mum scared the hell out of me and my bro by screaming out loud when she flicked on the lights and claimed that she saw something fleeting across the table. Which later she said it's a lizard. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sudden feeling of sian-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Triggered off by something really really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I should just go and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;And we're not what we used to be&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you wouldn't have to lie to me&lt;br /&gt;If you would only let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don't want to wait another minute to hear&lt;br /&gt;Something that I already know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-623836800552449962?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/623836800552449962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/623836800552449962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3633594470694110284</id><published>2008-05-08T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:59:48.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More laughing today.&lt;br /&gt;School was fine.&lt;br /&gt;Chem and Econs tutorial was funny as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Loh is so cute. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldilocks.&lt;br /&gt;Nolilocks.&lt;br /&gt;GoldiLOCK.&lt;br /&gt;(Inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's more &lt;em&gt;Family Business&lt;/em&gt; day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Chee Xuan is always the first one to be on the pet shop display. Hahaha."&lt;br /&gt;-Danial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There has been more internal killings. Please tune in for more imformation....."&lt;br /&gt;-LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Hutus Day!"&lt;br /&gt;-Danial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness:&lt;br /&gt;Guys are disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;One exception.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe a few others in our class. And a few others. &lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a blade stabbed in.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't realise it still matter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Too serious, too soon&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I wanted to be there for you like no one else before&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3633594470694110284?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3633594470694110284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3633594470694110284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-laughing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3439814913440083308</id><published>2008-05-07T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:17:03.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Past 3 days of school has been fun.&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember what we did but it was laughing laughing and more laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back after school to support our class guys for their 2.4km. Sat at the side of the track and shouted like nobody's business. Think we were causing a lot of disturbance. And we were too shouting for random ppl like "Go number 93" [Can't rmb the exact number] and "Go M's friend."&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;Can't rmb what happened. But it was a happy happy day I think.&lt;br /&gt;Chem after school is funny. Maths is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr:&lt;/strong&gt; Kang Li, how to draw the cycle?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K.L:&lt;/strong&gt; Errr... What cycle?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr:&lt;/strong&gt; How do you get from point A to point B? By..... Cycling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. The actual scene is funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played worms on Fil's psp with Jean as well. It's like so cute laa. The worms. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;It's finally end of SPA laa. Can kiss it goodbye omg. I'll so not miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's laughing day as usual and '&lt;em&gt;Family Business'&lt;/em&gt; game day.&lt;br /&gt;Played with the guys during break and after the civil service talk.&lt;br /&gt;Civil service talk = Drawings. Laughters. Pointing at the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Family Business = Hutus and Tutsis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fun fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I think I dreamt about physics spa yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that the question given was sth like conduct an experiment on how Patrick killed Spongebob. (or the other way round) And in the end we don't know how to do and ended up discussing. Then we had to take another retest at Dunman High. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Damn retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics and maths test grades were surprisingly good.&lt;br /&gt;Like woahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like just tearing my throat out and maybe I'll stop coughing. Irritating to the max. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3439814913440083308?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3439814913440083308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3439814913440083308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/past-3-days-of-school-has-been-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-2714615489617769160</id><published>2008-05-04T20:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:32:21.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be doing my GP reading assignment now before Mrs Seng chops my head off but I'm distracted chatting and blog hopping. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so utterly lazy to do. Sorry Mrs Seng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid cough. Stupid flu.&lt;br /&gt;It's so retarded sneezing and sneezing when it's SO hot.&lt;br /&gt;I think the effects of global warming is starting to show itself.&lt;br /&gt;It's so so so unbearably hot. Standing 10s under the sun makes me whine. I'm such a pampered little girl. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should just all go back to the stone age. Where we won't pollute the environment and kill Mother Earth. And there won't be any nuclear weapons of mass destruction and everyone should plant their own vegetables. What a happy happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlene:&lt;/strong&gt; I wished that I was at an era where women were discriminated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Us:&lt;/strong&gt; HUH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlene:&lt;/strong&gt; So that we don't have to study.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;This conversation just popped into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept from 8pm to 7.30am yesterday. Coz I was sick. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;And just now I was lying on the bed after lunch and I was telling my brother I can just go to sleep and wake up only tomorrow. HAHAHA. Of course I was kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics spa skill A.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no idea what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how to write the headings.&lt;br /&gt;:/ :/ :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If the heart is always searching,&lt;br /&gt;Can you ever find a home?&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for that someone,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never make it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams can't take the place of loving you,&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be a million reasons why it's true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 months.&lt;/u&gt; 14 months. 14 years. 40years. 44years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-2714615489617769160?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2714615489617769160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2714615489617769160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-supposed-to-be-doing-my-gp-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-2377351662674681286</id><published>2008-05-02T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:18:28.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's supposed to be a really really short day.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's a friday.&lt;br /&gt;Plus we have 2 tests means left like 2 period of proper studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics test was careless.&lt;br /&gt;Crap crap crap.&lt;br /&gt;Left hand rule is supposed to use left hand right.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I have no idea which is my left and right hand.&lt;br /&gt;How dumb can I get.&lt;br /&gt;Maths test is...&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly manageable.&lt;br /&gt;BUT still. Carelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll do fine for both tests. But you can't expect much if you've crammed 5 chapters in 1.5 hours the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm down with stupid throat infection again.&lt;br /&gt;The mean is like once every month. Stupid right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let X = no. of times Felicia gets throat infection in a month.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;X~Po(1)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs extra lecture after school was crap, yet fun. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;The group of us were making a whole lot of noise laughing and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to pluck out Ke wei's white hair.&lt;br /&gt;And Fil and I were competing who writes faster, using right hand, then left hand, then writing mirror image. Our handwriting were damn horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Expansionary Fiscal Policy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Heat the policy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha. [Inside joke]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If you just realize what I just realized,&lt;br /&gt;Then we’d be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And will never find another&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-2377351662674681286?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2377351662674681286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2377351662674681286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/05/todays-supposed-to-be-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-5501767552241297267</id><published>2008-04-30T20:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:15:22.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOCTOR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Doctor's bday today. All of his classes. Went to the staff room after school and sang birthday song for him followed by giving him presents. Hahaha. And people were shouting "Taupok" here and there. And poor doctor was so scared. Haha. Oh. And get well soon doctor. [If you're reading this. Haha.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP court trial today was so so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GM APPLES + Cheng Yew (Prosecution Lawyer) + Louis (Defence Lawyer) = Rubbish + Crap + Shoutings in class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Council Investiture today.&lt;br /&gt;JJ &lt;em&gt;invited&lt;/em&gt; us. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fine. Just wanted to see how the 6th council is like.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm......&lt;br /&gt;5th council was good. Though not perfect, but it was a great job done.&lt;br /&gt;Could see some of them tearing on the stage during the video sharing and everything.&lt;br /&gt;And you could feel yourself empthasing for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking tired now.&lt;br /&gt;No idea why also.&lt;br /&gt;Think maybe it's because I walked under the hot sun for so long here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do and so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And today's the last day we ever touch chem SPA. Yayness. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If you could see what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the answer to my prayers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you could feel the tenderness I feel&lt;br /&gt;You would know it would be clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;that angles brought me here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-5501767552241297267?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5501767552241297267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5501767552241297267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-doctor-we-celebrated.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-4895767087252595998</id><published>2008-04-29T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:52:39.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;So in the end I spent my afternoon queuing for Ben and Jerry's ice cream. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;For the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended school earlier than usual coz of cancellation of this and that, so a few of us headed down to Downtown. It was so retarded I tell you. Coz when we reached downtown we got news that there isn't free cone there. &lt;strike&gt;[Stupid Melvin gave wrong info]&lt;/strike&gt; The scene was so funny laa. We just wanted to see the place for ourselves even though we know that chances are that we're not getting our ice cream. Hahaha. Then the guys were crapping about how we should buy a cone and pose with the cow and send mms to Melvin they all so that they'll rush to Downtown. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we walked all the way back to White Sands and started queuing.&lt;br /&gt;The queue wasn't that long laa. Many exaggerated. Got our cone in 51mins. Hahha. The sense of satisfaction. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I'd rather pay $4.90 if I didn't have to queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem SPA tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Tried cramming everything into my head just now. Hope it stays. Then it's bye bye bye. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow hurry come.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope Thursday doesn't end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh.&lt;br /&gt;And that 7pm Channel 8 show is so nice! Last episode already.&lt;br /&gt;Damn sweet laa the male lead. I don't think there's many out there who can love the other party the way he did. To give wholeheartedly and just wanting to give happiness to the other. Damn sweet. &lt;br /&gt;But no. I'm not jealous. Hahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i thought our days would last forever&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't our destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'cause in my mind, we had so much time&lt;br /&gt;but i was so wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can, believe that&lt;br /&gt;i can still find the strength in the moments we made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i'm looking back on yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-4895767087252595998?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/4895767087252595998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/4895767087252595998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-2617315197888576132</id><published>2008-04-28T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:15:30.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's Ben and Jerry's free cone day.&lt;br /&gt;But no. I'm probably not going to waste my time queueing up. I rather buy them.&lt;br /&gt;I told Melvin that and a whole lot of nonsense came from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was trying to act out the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melvin says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u force the person sell u la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melvin says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den the person say BUT WE ARE GIVING OUT FOR FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melvin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;U: NO I WAN TO BUY THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melvin says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEY ARE FREE TDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melvin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NO I WAN TO BUY THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melvin says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melvin says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO I WAN TO PAY FOR IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of crap laa. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for wednesday. End of chem spa, then next day holiday. And weekends will be coming. Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe our hearts have the same favourite colour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and found each other that way-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-2617315197888576132?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2617315197888576132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2617315197888576132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomorrows-ben-and-jerrys-free-cone-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-3728203606701700687</id><published>2008-04-27T12:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T12:41:36.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDW5ueo1LWc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDW5ueo1LWc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I've decided to put the piano version up instead coz it seems nicer. Haha.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;黑色毛衣&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一件黑色毛衣&lt;br /&gt;两个人的回忆&lt;br /&gt;雨过之后更难忘记&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;忘记我还爱你&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不用在意&lt;br /&gt;流泪也只是刚好合意&lt;br /&gt;我早已经待在谷底&lt;br /&gt;我知道不能再留住你&lt;br /&gt;也知道不能没有孤寂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;感激你让我拥有缺点的美丽&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看着那白色的蜻蜓&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;在空中忘了前进&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还能不能重新编织&lt;br /&gt;脑海中起毛球的记忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;再说我爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;可能雨也不会停&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;黑色毛衣&lt;br /&gt;藏在哪里&lt;br /&gt;就让回忆永远停在那里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I've been addicted to this song since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;The tune is a little boring.&lt;br /&gt;But I like this kind of slow slow tunes.&lt;br /&gt;Emo to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I like the lyrics better.&lt;br /&gt;For its emo-ness. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of abstractness here and there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the old tkgs route back home just now.&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia. It was raining. Plus I was playing that song over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a long time since I sat on the bus like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;I better start working on them.&lt;br /&gt;Chem SPA this wed. Scary scary. :/&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, this is the last time we're touching chem SPA and we can laugh at the J1s. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;再说我爱你&lt;br /&gt;可能雨也不会停&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-3728203606701700687?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3728203606701700687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/3728203606701700687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/04/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-495992748352762528</id><published>2008-04-26T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:11:13.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it human nature to be greedy and not be satisfied with whatever one has. Fighting constantly for more?&lt;br /&gt;Random question. I was reminded by that stupid comprehension we did during gp 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I was searching for some legal document&lt;br /&gt;As the rain beat down on the hood&lt;br /&gt;When I stumbled upon pictures I tried to forget&lt;br /&gt;And that's how this idea was drilled into my head&lt;br /&gt;Because it's too important to stay the way it's been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just tend to sidetrack.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes stupid things happen and you get your emotions all mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;Like you suddenly have no idea which way is the correct one.&lt;br /&gt;Left right center.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow. The heart and mind just knows. That whatever emotional rollar coaster you've been on, at the end of the day, it's back to the same place.&lt;br /&gt;Like the swing. However high you swing, forward or back, ultimately it'll stop at the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that is where you're needed the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;And now that it's gone, it's like it wasn't there at all&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide&lt;br /&gt;Lying awake at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Please don't come and ask me what I meant and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Because I have no idea what just went through my mind a few seconds or minutes ago. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just type and type without understanding what I'm talking yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And oh. I tend to forget abstract stuffs very very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I've a weird, warped sense of logic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-495992748352762528?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/495992748352762528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/495992748352762528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-it-human-nature-to-be-greedy-and-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-2941174036138238652</id><published>2008-04-26T19:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:35:01.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was so tired the past 2 days that I actually wanted to come online BUT I ended up falling asleep on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was.... Errrr. Chem test. Horribly done. Careless-ness all over and we got back our results on the very same day as well as a tongue lashing from Dr. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;Class was quiet due to absence of some people and CY was feeling tired. Haha. And 16 people out of 26 had reasons not to go for econs writing practice after school. The rest of us stayed in school till 2.35, went to the LT only to see very very very few people. And we sat at the bottom of the LT refusing to move to our seats and kept saying:&lt;em&gt;"Wrong LT"&lt;/em&gt; to the people who came in. Haha. In the end after we got our scripts, 9 of us went out of the LT from the back. LOL. Reason mainly nothing about econs was in our brains and we'd be wasting our time stoneing there right?&lt;br /&gt;Eh. My first time skipping lecture in my entire mj life.&lt;br /&gt;But we did go and find Ms Loh after that to tell her but she wasn't in so... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went LT2 to watch &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hotel Rwanda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instead. Genocide. Gruesome but a very nice show. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang birthday song [belated] for Danial after that and passed him his presents. It's like.. 5 days after his birthday already so he was pleasantly surprised receiving it. Rushed the frame during the 3 periods break after school. The end product is pretty pretty nice. I love it myself. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1436.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to airport to study today. Wanted to do more things but I ended up doing a little only. Know why. I stupidly left the whole stack of other school stuffs at home. Oh yeah. Plus my calculator. So I practically had to use my handphone to calculate. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to like to observe animals. I should become an animal researcher or something. Look at this. It's so cute laa. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1441.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the weather's freaky nowadays. Blahh. I think the world is coming to an end soon. And I was telling Charlene that I don't want to live till that old because living conditions are pretty bad now right. With the stupid weather and all the weird viruses spreading around. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;u&gt;many many many&lt;/u&gt; things to do. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I don't care if you think I'm crazy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if it turns out bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got no fear of losin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You can't lose what you never had&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-2941174036138238652?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2941174036138238652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2941174036138238652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-was-so-tired-past-2-days-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-551149304113401041</id><published>2008-04-23T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:25:08.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so today I'm finally back in school.&lt;br /&gt;Helped the class with 2.4km timings in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Our class girls did pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;All the best for the guys tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISIS portal is rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;Pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;I typed that bloody thing for don't know how many thousand times and it still doesn't show up.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Die die die.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been touching ionic for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in no condition to study as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr was telling me just now when I met him at bus stop on the way home: "Okay or not. Don't stress yourself out laa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today.&lt;br /&gt;Charlene, Jean and Fil kept making me drink water. Especially Char.&lt;br /&gt;And in physics tutorial you could see half the row of us drinking water together. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. So many things to copy.&lt;br /&gt;-Faints-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Will I ever see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You smiling back at me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-551149304113401041?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/551149304113401041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/551149304113401041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-so-today-im-finally-back-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-6495538649452337365</id><published>2008-04-21T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:05:40.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The rate of me falling sick fell from once a month to once every 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;I realise girls at my age seem to be falling sick more often. Like suddenly. Like my friend's friend suddenly has cancer. And a few more cases as well. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago I was down with throat infection,&lt;br /&gt;and just yesterday my parents had to bring me to the A&amp;amp;E unit at SGH in the night.&lt;br /&gt;Had severe stomachache and I couldn't even walk more than 10 steps without feeling like fainting.&lt;br /&gt;At the hospital, I was confined at the isolation ward with a mask coz I was running a fever. Then I was wheeled to the critical care unit on wheelchair and then got a place on the bed. Haha. And I had to be put on a drip. I was tramatised when they poked the needle in can. The doctor was laughing at me coz I was so scared that I anyhow answer her questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After giving me 3 bags of water or whatever you call that, my blood pressure was still very low and the doctor wanted to hospitalise me for further investigations. [Blood test everything was okay] But I didn't want to stay. It was so uncomfortable sleeping there can. And so scary also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there for 4hrs I think. Reached home at 1am plus.&lt;br /&gt;Left my phone at home and I've got like 7 miss calls and 8 new msges. lol.&lt;br /&gt;You know the weird thing is.&lt;br /&gt;When I first went in I was damn giddy and my blood pressure is 94. Then after 3 bags of drips, my BP went down to 84 and I was feeling better. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;This is like something I'll never imagine myself to be in. I don't ever want to be back there. So scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my brother just told me that he wants learn ballet.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. He says like v. fun. Think he's kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But thoughts they change&lt;br /&gt;and times they rearrange&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Loves come and go and this I know&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not who you recall anymore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes you have to get to know someone really well to realize you're really strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-6495538649452337365?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/6495538649452337365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/6495538649452337365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/04/rate-of-me-falling-sick-fell-from-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-7726784918794006496</id><published>2008-04-18T21:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:11:54.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Colloseum has finally ended.&lt;br /&gt;Thought it would be a boring day.&lt;br /&gt;Some parts were boring but overall it was more fun than last year despite us sitting at the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And the school even went to drastic measures to make sure we don't pon - They locked up the gates and planted security guards at every possible place.&lt;br /&gt;Smart right.&lt;br /&gt;And in the end we ordered kfc delivery. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1423.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So funny laa. &lt;strike&gt;[Ohmy. And I just realise I caught Jean's unglam-ness on the pic too. LOL. OPPPS.]&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think throughout the day we kept walking around, mainly the field area. To view the competitions and everything on the track and field. And we actually cheered like nobody's business. Such sudden enthusiasm. Kept sitting down on the field as well. There you see 4/5 yellow figures in a circle in the middle of nowhere. Like we were in our own world. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Atlas got last. But I think we did a rather good job. Like cheerleading 2nd and the runnings and everything were fine as well. And we had fun. HAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So morale of the story: Do not be sad that you're last or 2nd last because sitting at the field is actually better than at the gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Image0362.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waa. I look retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm tired. Sleepy. Burnt after being in the sun for so long. And my left thigh hurts I don't know why. Maybe I haven't ran for so long. Then today run around a little more than usual then yeahh. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I almost forgot about class debate during GP.&lt;br /&gt;The other group went first. So had a fun time watching them.&lt;br /&gt;As quoted from Charlene's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"Debate in class was... HORRIFIC. Ahahaha. Nah, it was dead hilarious, especially when you have speakers like Jin Jian, Louis and MELVIN (a.k.a potato) and Cheng Yew as the time-keeper. There were eraser-throwing, shoe-flinging, constant shouting/ screaming of decibels that exceed far beyond what is allowed for the average human being. Poor Mrs. Seng. Poor us ....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm too lazy to type what happened.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debates are fun. I like to argue the points. BUT I don't like to speak. &lt;br /&gt;Next monday's my group with Charlene's. I think it'll be as horrific. Or maybe even worse. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;All the seas from coast to coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To find the place I love the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Where the fields are green, &lt;strong&gt;to see you once again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-7726784918794006496?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/7726784918794006496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/7726784918794006496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/04/colloseum-has-finally-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-2620442353785477353</id><published>2008-04-16T20:25:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:05:20.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling freaking tired now.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's a short school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots in my life.&lt;br /&gt;School. Friends. _______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I'm getting very easily irritated as I grow older.&lt;br /&gt;Like if my brother irritates me a little I'll just snap at him. Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. PMS? Maybe. Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you grow up you tend to be faced with more issues.&lt;br /&gt;Which is true. But no one can avoid them. That's when you must learn how to cope with them.&lt;br /&gt;If you give me one thing which I can choose in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I probably would just choose to have a house along the countryside near the sea, and then able to grow my own vegetables and food with someone I can spend my life with.&lt;br /&gt;The 21st century is... -speechless- Stressing? Ugly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The city life is becoming more unattractive. Discuss."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic I chose to write in the recent essay attempt during gp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why people always like to pintpoint at others' faults and neglect their own faults while there are others who only blame themselves for anything wrong and not look on the larger picture.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe we should just all do abit of both things.&lt;br /&gt;Before one say anything about others why not look in the mirror and reflect if one's at fault too. And if after reflection one still can't find any fault in oneself, maybe it's time to change a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually a very very really very complicated person. If you think you know me well, think again. So. Whenever &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; tells me after they've known me for barely a month how much they can relate to me, I'll just say &lt;em&gt;"oh really, okay."&lt;/em&gt; because I know they don't really understand me. Even people whom know me for years still may not be able to. When I say understanding it means knowing what I like/dislike, knowing my character [Which is really tough], knowing when I'm sad or whatever even when not showing it [as tough], stuffs like that. So far in the past 17 years of my life, people who understand me I doubt hit 10, or even 7. Know what. Even my parents don't understand me. Sad but yeah. And I can tell you without hestitation that the number of people who understands me perfectly is only 1. For the past 17 years, after being in contact with soo many people, there's only 1. Not that I'm complaining or anything. But I never thought that I would find anyone who can relate to me so well. Know why. Because it takes a very very really very complicated person to understand another very very really very complicated person. And for the first time in my life, I experienced for myself the feeling of not being alone even when you're alone. Because you know that there's someone out there who really understands you. And I don't know. I think that's just all it takes to make someone feel less lonely. I don't know how to describe the feeling, you just have to experience it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm making sense but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh.&lt;br /&gt;A word of reminder. GP is crucial. So please. Brush up on your arguments. Because they're seriously out of point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the day is bad,&lt;br /&gt;I take comfort in knowing that You and you are there. Never forsaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;To hold you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;To promise you my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To tell you from the heart,&lt;br /&gt;You're what I'm thinking of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-2620442353785477353?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2620442353785477353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2620442353785477353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-feeling-freaking-tired-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-9199347698780788777</id><published>2008-04-15T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:41:09.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stayed in school after chem to play some intellectual card game [Can't remember how to spell it. Tried goggling the game but I can't find it.] with Fil, Jean and the guys. It may seem boring BUT no, it's fun. Don't know why also. HAHAH. Need to strategise and all that shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. And out of 8 people, I won! HAHAHA. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;lol. Out of luck. Because they were all attacking Danial and they forgot about me. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the weekends to come. &lt;br /&gt;Like seriously. I don't know what I look forward to, except weekends and the nightime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Today my block area practically FLOODED. &lt;br /&gt;Was on the bus home and it was pouring heavily. Reached my stop and to my horror, the bus stop was flooded. Like seriously flooding. All the way to my ankle can. &lt;br /&gt;This is probably the first time I see such a sight. In a way it's a very funny sight, IF I'm not the one in that situation. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now I have nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;I should just leave my blog to rot or something laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A soul mate is someone that makes you feel complete."&lt;br /&gt;But how do you feel complete? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random blabbers.&lt;br /&gt;Bleahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-9199347698780788777?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/9199347698780788777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/9199347698780788777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/04/stayed-in-school-after-chem-to-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-2651932727841434441</id><published>2008-04-14T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:54:41.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah you and me we can ride on a star&lt;br /&gt;If you stay with me&lt;br /&gt;We can rule the world&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you and me we can light up the sky&lt;br /&gt;If you stay by my side&lt;br /&gt;We can rule the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is rather sweet in a certain way.&lt;br /&gt;STARDUST.&lt;br /&gt;GO watch go watch!&lt;br /&gt;I like the star. She's so so pretty laa. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And she looks so cute when she glows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"What do stars do the best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shine.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a sian-ed day.&lt;br /&gt;Blah bleah.&lt;br /&gt;Life nowadays is like some monotonous shit.&lt;br /&gt;And it's times like this when you wish you didn't have to grow up so fast. &lt;br /&gt;I miss my childhood days where I just do stupid things with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-2651932727841434441?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2651932727841434441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/2651932727841434441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeah-you-and-me-we-can-ride-on-star-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-5862367162230844411</id><published>2008-04-13T16:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T17:24:51.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves...&lt;strong&gt; You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful.&lt;/strong&gt; So yes, I know that &lt;strong&gt;love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing&lt;/strong&gt;, and... "&lt;br /&gt;-Stardust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. Bought Stardust vcd and watched it just now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;Though half the time I wasn't sure what they're talking because there's no subtitles. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;The ending is rather unexpected but sweet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling horrible now.&lt;br /&gt;Think I sat too long infront of the com.&lt;br /&gt;Better get off it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You pick me up when I fall down&lt;br /&gt;You ring the bell before they count me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I was drowning you would part the sea&lt;br /&gt;And risk your own life to rescue me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-5862367162230844411?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5862367162230844411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5862367162230844411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-know-when-i-said-i-knew-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-4007500906469443383</id><published>2008-04-11T22:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:38:06.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Studied at East Point with Fil and Charlene.&lt;br /&gt;QUITE productive laa. [Considering that I always waste my afternoons away. Haha.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ended up visiting Pet Safari 7 times. [Or is it 8.] HAHA. Once with Charlene and Fil, the others with Fil. Filza and I are like so obsessed with the dogs and cats and rabbit and hamsters. HAHA. The person must think we're mad lah. Keep coming back from morning till night. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1412.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We named it Ball ball. Coz it's like a ball. Haha. So cute right. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1418.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Fil's favourite. It looks like some soft toy if it's not moving laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh. And all the other cute cute dogs. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall post some random photos. Finally transferred them over from my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1411.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;JJ's &lt;strike&gt;xmas&lt;/strike&gt; bday present. HAHA. Guess what is it. [Clue: Starts with a 'B', ends with a 'R'. LOL.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w46/fel_happiness/Photo-1383.jpg" border="1" /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun sitting down and talking and laughing about random things with Fil after Charlene left. lol. So funny laa, some of our topics. &lt;br /&gt;People were walking past and staring at us like we're idiots who have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;If only we have to time to talk and talk and talk for the whole day. Oooh. So fun. (:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the stars are coming out tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They're lighting up the sky tonight&lt;br /&gt;For you, for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-4007500906469443383?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/4007500906469443383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/4007500906469443383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/04/studied-at-east-point-with-fil-and_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-7269170790465340945</id><published>2008-04-10T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:15:47.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 Things about Charlene Judith:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bunny-like looking.&lt;br /&gt;2) SMART&lt;br /&gt;3) Likes powdered green tea.&lt;br /&gt;4) Brings weird things to school to eat. [Eg. One loaf of GREEN TEA bread and munch on it.]&lt;br /&gt;5) Brushes her teeth every meal.&lt;br /&gt;6) Looks innocent and guai BUT is not.&lt;br /&gt;7) Always correct people's english.&lt;br /&gt;8) Laughs over everything.&lt;br /&gt;9) Laughs over nothing.&lt;br /&gt;10) Has a great friend named FELICIA who listens to her whine and whine about the same old thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE.&lt;br /&gt;I blogged &lt;strong&gt;fabulous&lt;/strong&gt; things about you.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-7269170790465340945?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/7269170790465340945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/7269170790465340945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/04/10-things-about-charlene-judith-1-bunny.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-5824775289320241991</id><published>2008-04-10T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:01:16.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;15 x 60 = 900&lt;br /&gt;5 x 60 = 300&lt;br /&gt;3 x 60 = 180&lt;br /&gt;0 x 60 = 0&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what Charlene and I were typing on the GC during chem lecture just now. It's the number of seconds left to end of lecture anyway. I can't seem to go through any chem lectures without feeling like sleeping. And the ironic thing is we're right in front. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I can't believe it's thursday and it means I've survived through this horrid week of school! -claps. (:&lt;br /&gt;This week is really really long. I feel so tired after every day. And I've been dilligently completing my tutorials and everything. Like yesterday I managed to complete 2 things in an hour, and the day before 3 things in 1 hour and a half. I realise that after 10pm my brain just shuts down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW results out tomorrow. I want an A. Like who doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;OH. And I felt damn happy when JM was telling me she has to do PW. hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;Like woahh. PW is such old news laa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still owe Mrs Seng 4 weeks of article review. :/&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling so so lazy to do it. Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;And though I can't be with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;And know my heart is by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-5824775289320241991?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5824775289320241991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5824775289320241991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/04/15-x-60-900-5-x-60-300-3-x-60-180-0-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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-3869625750305867096.post-5997836225346313774</id><published>2008-04-06T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:53:03.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;No I won't break down&lt;br /&gt;Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;br /&gt;And I will be strong&lt;br /&gt;Even if it all goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe&lt;br /&gt;Someone's watching over me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY watched Raise Your Voice.&lt;br /&gt;After like so so so long.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teared at a few parts.&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised by how they can come up with a movie which incorporates loss of a family member and also portray the love and passion people have for music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped at parkway with Charlene for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;That woman has a obsession for earrings. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Gary shouldn't have shift there can. Argh. Temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it's the end of weekends.&lt;br /&gt;I dread school lah.&lt;br /&gt;Monday - 5.05 end school.&lt;br /&gt;Tues - 4.15 [coz Mr Patrick make us come back for extra lesson]&lt;br /&gt;Wed - 6 [CCA]&lt;br /&gt;Thurs - 5.05&lt;br /&gt;WAAA. Sian. Thank God Friday's a declared holiday. That's something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It doesn't matter what people say&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't matter how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believe in yourself and you'll fly high&lt;br /&gt;And it only matters how true you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Be true to yourself and follow your heart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869625750305867096-5997836225346313774?l=sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5997836225346313774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869625750305867096/posts/default/5997836225346313774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetundyinglove.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-i-wont-give-up-no-i-wont-break-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Fel</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>
