<?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-20526559</id><updated>2011-09-14T18:42:01.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>379</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-140267081965665953</id><published>2010-03-13T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T01:28:42.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be going to korea soon and I'm very very excited about it. I'm so glad that all those school shites are over and I'm free! Hehe, 5more days! WHEEEE! I really hope the trip will turn out well despite being so last minute. Somehow I kept feeling so unprepared and all. &amp;amp; OMG we've hardly learnt any korea phrases :X okay, everything will turn out a-okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I need a new job. I just sent my resume :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-140267081965665953?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/140267081965665953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=140267081965665953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/140267081965665953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/140267081965665953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2010/03/ill-be-going-to-korea-soon-and-im-very.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-153355519679473845</id><published>2010-02-19T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:26:18.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if i really want to complain, ive so much to say. so just say, you dont have much time wit me. ok fine you do spend time wit me but most of the time just slack at my hse kind. and yes you bring me out, to your friends. we dont really go out. it's like once in a blue moon kind. apparently you're always tired. dont want to go just say dont want to go. i hate your excuses yknw. &amp;amp; best thing is, you're never tired whn it comes to your friends. mj, club, whatever. im so tired of it. im like the only person who doesnt go out much cause ive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON A LIGHTER NOTE!&lt;br /&gt;me likes you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;dont you see a difference in reality???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-153355519679473845?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/153355519679473845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=153355519679473845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/153355519679473845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/153355519679473845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-i-really-want-to-complain-ive-so.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-6212105477611125367</id><published>2010-02-08T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:14:12.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yucks yucks yucks, me cannot stand lianz or lianz-wanna-be or just lian-ified. you should knw! &amp;amp; i admit im being an all time sour grape but whatever the shitz is i rather get myself out of the picture. like, cause im sour i rather give up then fight. i dont care wht's the truth or wht's being real. all i knw is my feelings are real and i hate those effing feeling. i mean it's not my fault i cant control right. it's not my fault im so easily jealous. as much as i shld close one eye, i feel that you shld do sth abt it. perhaps cause im alr in a bad mood recently. and i purposely attitude. but you like dont give a damn. or still feel fine about us. then the more annoyed i am kind. besides you really do knw alot abt her wht. you cant stop talking abt her too like hello i thought not very close. everything can rem so detail. like wth. i knw la very pretty la. yucks to me but guys are the same. and instead of throwing all the blames on her we shld just look at ourselves. are we really being happy now? we havent even had a proper quarrel yet. and all these shites are just stuck in our mind. &amp;amp; we pretend we're aokay when we meet/talk. ohkay im not tht two face. i knw i somehow show my unhappiness attitude and and all but doesnt say much about it which is quite annoying. k whatever. i dont even think you enjoy time being spent wit me. you'd rather sleep than to entertain me. i dont unstd why you can sleep so much. then whn it comes to soccer&amp;amp;mj you can stay awake. like hello prioritise. im not part of it tht's all. we're so dry now. im sure you can feel like cant you do sth abt it it's like driving me crazy like damn eff just leave it alone i feel like im alone anyway. i knw nth abt wht's going on in your life and youre clueless abt me. rah idk wtf im saying now seriously ugh like love it fake totally i cant stand those love whn you say love but i feel nothing i rather not hear it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-6212105477611125367?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/6212105477611125367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=6212105477611125367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/6212105477611125367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/6212105477611125367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2010/02/yucks-yucks-yucks-me-cannot-stand-lianz.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-626616723553890796</id><published>2010-02-05T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:11:04.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/S2wFHE6H7uI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bzM0xf7uQnw/s1600-h/DSC00642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434724469464100578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/S2wFHE6H7uI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bzM0xf7uQnw/s320/DSC00642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HEHEHEHEHE! This photo is so so so cute, it brightens up my day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I've started studying! But, looking at the ACQ notes makes me feel like vomit blood. Almost every page I read I will be swearing &amp;amp; cursing. Seriously, the notes is so mimishitty incomplete and awfully structured. I can't even concentrate on studying cause it's just damn gross. YKNW? Let me quote one. "Listen to lecture/explanation, question &amp;amp; answer, discussion, think &amp;amp; reason out and understand and summarise the following demolition methods" -.- 4 ANDS in a sentence, how cool. So in short, the teacher just meant "figure it yourself". Wha't's worse is that certain things just dont make sense. They just pop one sentence out which makes you go HUH WTF??? Damn kns right, reading all these shites are seriously killing me. I'm like reading half a topic and jumping to another topic kind. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz. I HATE ACQ NEHNEHPOOPOO. I'm gonna do selective reading now! I hope what I read = what's coming out for test. Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody nobody nobody&lt;br /&gt;Nobody nobody&lt;br /&gt;Nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-626616723553890796?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/626616723553890796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=626616723553890796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/626616723553890796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/626616723553890796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2010/02/hehehehehe-this-photo-is-so-so-so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/S2wFHE6H7uI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bzM0xf7uQnw/s72-c/DSC00642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-6596787963017117595</id><published>2010-01-22T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:33:23.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lookzzz, I thought this was quite freaky.. haha like why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim and Jacez Lee Jing Yi are now friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lim and Yu Ee Ting are now friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim and Bernice Lee Jing Yi are now friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lim and Kai Zhi Khaw are now friends.&lt;br /&gt;Lim and Wei Khai are now friends.&lt;br /&gt;Lim and Reven Oh Gen Heir are now friends.&lt;br /&gt;Lim and Yih Lim are now friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim and Khoo Jing Yi are now friends.&lt;br /&gt;Lim and Yu Jing Lee are now friends.&lt;br /&gt;Lim and Lee Jing Yi are now friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't decide what I should study in future. I like animals, I want to work with them in future. I suppose they're the only ones I can relate to. But, I'm stupid &amp;amp; not to mention I don't have science background. I doubt I can get into any animal related degree courses overseas. &amp;amp; then, I'll have no future in it. SUPER SIANZ. So the only way out seems to be, just take a local course related to buildings. &amp;amp; then I can work part-time or volunteer at shelters or something along that line. In short, it means my job in future should be building-related &amp;amp; spend my free times / weekend at shelters or taking part-time animal related courses for fun. I'm sad :( If I were to study building related courses, I think I'll go NUS. &amp;amp; if NUS doesnt want me, I shall pursue my animally courses? Sounds good? :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating alot these days, shitz, how? shitz, how? :C My mummy said I looked like I'm 3mths pregnant. THAT bad :&lt; I should stop eating those finger food right. These days, durian pancakes, sushi, shilin have been calling out for me. I should ignore their calls! :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-6596787963017117595?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/6596787963017117595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=6596787963017117595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/6596787963017117595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/6596787963017117595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2010/01/lookzzz-i-thought-this-was-quite-freaky.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-5183724211034061197</id><published>2010-01-17T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:25:31.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Could it be that nothing's gonna change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, the days turned out slightly better than expected. Then again, I'm not very happy with it. Like I said (did I?), we never learn to be satisfied about anything :X All I can say is, I hope things will get better. I'm trying to find myself right now. Ohyes you didn't get me wrong, I have lost myself for almost 20years. Anyhoots, I'm so tired! Good? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-5183724211034061197?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/5183724211034061197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=5183724211034061197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5183724211034061197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5183724211034061197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2010/01/could-it-be-that-nothings-gonna-change.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-5162035957372238805</id><published>2010-01-15T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:15:28.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's friday today! Usually I'm pretty excited about weekends, but this week isn't so :( I suppose the subsequent weeks as well, sigh! Game tomorrow &amp;amp; work on Sunday. I brought all these upon myself eh? Zzzz. what what what I'm feeling inside, does anyone even understands? Sometimes I wish things were as good as before. Rah. I want to party every night! But I'm sleeping so much &amp;amp; there isnt much activities for me, hurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-5162035957372238805?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/5162035957372238805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=5162035957372238805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5162035957372238805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5162035957372238805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-friday-today-usually-im-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-8779420240979921325</id><published>2010-01-12T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:04:46.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! :D I've no idea why but I ate alot today! Apparently, I'd sandwich, twister fries, soya bean curd, doughnuts, durian pancake, yogurt icecream &amp;amp; shilin chicken. this is so OMG right D: I should start dieting soon so that I can fit into my uniform. Anyhoots, the thought of the size of my uniform annoys me. Like, why can't I get a bigger size? Isn't it more important that I feel comfortable in it? Now I'll probably look like I'm oversize for it. Hur :( I kinda dread work, yknw those awkward leftout shitty feelings. So, I'll probably work once a week. Oh, I kinda dread U21 too. I can't play anymore. I'm in the team for the sake of being in the team kind. Suckzzzz. I don't like all these feelings, Eeeee! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-8779420240979921325?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/8779420240979921325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=8779420240979921325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8779420240979921325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8779420240979921325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-d-ive-no-idea-why-but-i-ate-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-410364238479473875</id><published>2010-01-08T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T00:35:23.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And we were just kids in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The summer was full of mistakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like sleeping somehow. &amp;amp; I feel that I'm drifting to the wrong path. What's wrong with me :( I should stop, I don't know what I'm doing. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like having late nights out :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-410364238479473875?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/410364238479473875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=410364238479473875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/410364238479473875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/410364238479473875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-we-were-just-kids-in-love-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-5730509565774830493</id><published>2010-01-07T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:25:07.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wont be able to go Bangkok already! There goes my thai massage and all. Stupid tests, why they brought forward? :&lt; Now my sister's gonna transfer my ticket to her friend instead. I think life's is really unfair :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a lighter note, I LOVE THREADLESS :D hehe! I bought shirts from them recently and I wasnt very satisfied with the colour of one of the shirts. So, I sent it back for exchange. &amp;amp; they've just mailed me that they're preparing my orders. Yayness I hope there's still stock. &amp;amp; idk, I'm just glad that they've such good services :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eee, tomorrow have test :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm thinking alot, uhuhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-5730509565774830493?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/5730509565774830493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=5730509565774830493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5730509565774830493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5730509565774830493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wont-be-able-to-go-bangkok-already.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-503016715953886261</id><published>2010-01-04T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:30:41.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas, New Year and 21st Birthday are all over. I pretty much enjoyed myself but as usual, I'm a shy little girl sitting at one corner. HAHA. I'm starting to look down on myself. I used to think it's damn cool in most of the situations. Now, I don't think it's cool at all. Yet, it isn't totally uncool. It's just a personality, part of my character. I should be proud of myself for being uniquely me, isn't it? But I like to have fun too. I think I've yet to find the right ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP is finally over too. What a relief! Though I'm not sure what was submitted just yet, I'm still kinda glad it's over. At least, I won't have it at the back of my mind. So, I just have to start worrying about upcoming test. I think it's damn tough. It isn't something you can really prepare. Super impromptu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn sian. I think my life is damn sian. And once in a while I get this emptiness feeling. Something that I can't get anyone to fill. &amp;amp; It feels like there's pain which I need to talk about but I just don't know how to put it across to others. I know I've friends out to lend a pair of listening ears. Guess I'm just too use to bottling things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are just so greedy. Nothing seems to be enough to fill up the emptiness. Never gets enough of anything. There's always other wants &amp;amp; needs &amp;amp; desire. &amp;amp;There's always something to complain about, complaining that it's not enough. &amp;amp; Ohkay, I don't know what I'm really trying to say. TeeHeeHee. Will be going to school tomorrow. zzzzzzZZZzzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-503016715953886261?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/503016715953886261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=503016715953886261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/503016715953886261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/503016715953886261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-new-year-and-21st-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-970641342248861326</id><published>2009-12-28T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:01:06.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn sian&lt;br /&gt;everything sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-970641342248861326?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/970641342248861326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=970641342248861326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/970641342248861326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/970641342248861326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/12/damn-sian-everything-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-429620151009857959</id><published>2009-12-26T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:03:23.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like eating OOSH's souffle now :(&lt;br /&gt;Why no one cares ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-429620151009857959?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/429620151009857959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=429620151009857959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/429620151009857959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/429620151009857959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-like-eating-ooshs-souffle-now.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-7585211116633378743</id><published>2009-12-25T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:49:07.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been eating so much lately! Partially cause it's festive seasons so there's just so many chocolates out there. But I'm still pretty amazed by my appetite! One moment popeye, another moment yoshinoya kind. Anyway, my sister got this meiji hamper which has 27 packets of chocolates and sweets! I was so jealous but guess what, she says she doesnt want it. Hehehe! I'm planning to choose atleast 10items before giving the rest to my cousins /: I think it should last me long. Rah, I dontknw why but I'm just eating alot these days. I kept telling myself, if I want to be happy, then eat. Ramen today, totally spiced up my life :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, somehow I can't figure out why some people lead the lives they lead. And, I seriously think I'm a terrible person cause I comment on people alot, of course in my point of view which may not be right. But I can't help it. To me, it seems like most people out there are bad. Perhaps I'm just paranoid. Shitzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to graduate, I can't wait for the next long vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-7585211116633378743?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/7585211116633378743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=7585211116633378743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7585211116633378743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7585211116633378743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-eating-so-much-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-3415408323705850479</id><published>2009-12-21T03:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T03:18:00.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrights, it's gonna be time to sleep! it's 0320 already! look what fyp is doing to me :( last minutes shites. heh, oh my grandma's up! haha nighties! gotta wakie to meet fyp teacher later &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-3415408323705850479?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/3415408323705850479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=3415408323705850479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3415408323705850479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3415408323705850479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/12/alrights-its-gonna-be-time-to-sleep-its.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-1454085177927843212</id><published>2009-12-20T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:56:21.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm dead broke &gt;:( I need a job badly! My current work which has yet to start seems realllllllly interesting. I'm looking forward :&gt; But I'm afraid that I won't get much slot for it, sooooo I should really get another job. Money money, come to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly had the time to do fyp but now I've the time! I gotta do something about it before meeting teacher tomorrow. We're right? Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. I'm so lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-1454085177927843212?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/1454085177927843212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=1454085177927843212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/1454085177927843212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/1454085177927843212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-like-im-dead-broke-i-need-job.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-4408134274838662355</id><published>2009-12-18T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:36:50.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stayed over at Bestie's house last night. It was kinda last minute and my daddy isnt really happy about it. I don't understand why is that so. I'm not a small kid anymore! Reached home at 1plus am tday and he was waiting for me. In a way, I don't have a curfew yet, my daddy isn't okay about being home late &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots! Celebration for Bestie tday! :) Met up with the rest of the hockey girls (minus rui) for lunch at Fish&amp;amp;Co. Yummy yummy full full! Apparently, it wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be. But given my character, I'm still very quiet around them. Sometimes I really hate my personality. I don't like to talk much and thus, I can't keep my friends (those that I treasure) around me. Suckzzzz. Ohwells! Went to Gucci to look for Rui, that was great too :) Walked around and went prawning at night with Laura Lorraine Siewmin &amp;amp; friend. It was my first time prawning! It was quite exciting when I first caught my prawn. Like, I totally just swang the rod and the prawn flew onto the ground. Unfortunately, I'm (or rather we're) not very lucky in catching prawns for the 3hrs. BBQ-ing the prawn was the most cruel part. I feel so bad for causing pain in them. Sigh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed back to Bestie's house and she drove me home! I felt so bad but since it's so late, I don't have a transport home :/ I really enjoyed myself today. But sometimes, I just wish I can open up to my friends and be high with them. I'm really terrible eh? We're gonna plan for Pula Ubin trip and I'm very much looking forward to it, really :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I put on weight! I should really stop eating chocolate! :( &amp;amp; it seems like I've so much things to do this holiday. Basically, this week is out like I'm totally packed till Sunday. But, I've yet to do anything for FYP. I'm so sorry but I will try to squeeze some time out for it! Perhaps on Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday night? Shit, that's really last minute, ugh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, it's the longest post for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-4408134274838662355?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/4408134274838662355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=4408134274838662355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4408134274838662355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4408134274838662355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/12/stayed-over-at-besties-house-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-5489139738579812346</id><published>2009-12-17T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:12:22.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at bestie's house now! I really really hope she likes my presents! I feel so guilty that her birthday's not gonna be as great as what she did for me :( I'm such a bad friend! I will do a good job next year!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-5489139738579812346?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/5489139738579812346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=5489139738579812346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5489139738579812346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5489139738579812346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-at-besties-house-now-i-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-5782526631691385626</id><published>2009-12-15T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:27:51.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So what if it hurts me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So what if I break down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So what if this world just throws me off the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My feet run out of ground?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I gotta find my place, I wanna hear my sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't care about all the pain in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause I'm just trying to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just wanna be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be happy, so I eat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-5782526631691385626?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/5782526631691385626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=5782526631691385626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5782526631691385626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5782526631691385626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-what-if-it-hurts-me-so-what-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-7811139650364509066</id><published>2009-12-11T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:42:03.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Secret love, my escape, take me far, far away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secret love, are you there? Will you answer my prayer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please take me anywhere but here, anywhere but here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally over! But there's a tweeny bit of disappointment.. Ohwells. Now I'm FREEE! but not exactly since there's FYP to rush, I hope I'll be discipline enough to do something about it. And not to forget, training starts next week. It's gonna be a breakthrough for me, cause I'm gonna be alone. Zzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-7811139650364509066?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/7811139650364509066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=7811139650364509066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7811139650364509066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7811139650364509066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-finally-over-but-theres-tweeny-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-3579347197738738397</id><published>2009-12-09T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:14:58.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't remember feeling so defeated before. I'm speechless &amp;amp; worn out as well. Two more days, I need to get through it! Suppose music therapy will help, so here you go. GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little change of the heart, little light in the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little hope that you might find your way up out of here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you've been hiding for days, wasted and wasting away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I got a little hope, today you'll face your fears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I know its not easy, I know that its hard &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow the lights to the city&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get up and go, take a chance and be strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or you could spend your whole life holding on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't look back just go, take a breath, move along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or you could spend your whole life holding on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You could spend your whole life holding on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe the tunnel can end, believe your body can mend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I know you can make it through, cause I believe in you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let's go put up a fight, let's go make everything all right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go on and take a shot, go give it all you've got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yeah I know its not easy, I know that its hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, its not always pretty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't wanna wake up to the telephone ring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you sitting down? I need to tell you something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enough is enough, you can stop waiting to breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And dont wait up for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you spend your whole life holding on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-3579347197738738397?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/3579347197738738397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=3579347197738738397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3579347197738738397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3579347197738738397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-remember-feeling-so-defeated.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-8402487155870918593</id><published>2009-12-08T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:58:35.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why do you leave these stories unfinished&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't enjoy after-test-discussions. It's full of uncertainties and only make your head bigger by adding stress. We should just leave it be and stress on the next paper instead, eh eh eh? By the way, I don't like afternoon papers cause one paper will take up the whole entire day. I'm too tired to study for tomorrow. But, I gotta do something about it. 3 more papers to go go go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so glad the Bobo is still by my side &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; YOU, hope you'll get well soon! Atleast be fine when my tests are over :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-8402487155870918593?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/8402487155870918593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=8402487155870918593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8402487155870918593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8402487155870918593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-you-leave-these-stories.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-1891084608927046496</id><published>2009-12-08T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:08:45.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know how to make lots of money&lt;br /&gt;I got debts that I'm trying to pay&lt;br /&gt;I can't buy you nice things like big diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;But that don't mean much anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't give you the house you've been dreaming&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would build it alone&lt;br /&gt;I'd be out there all day just hammering away&lt;br /&gt;To make us a place of our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write you a song&lt;br /&gt;That's how you'll know&lt;br /&gt;That my love is still strong&lt;br /&gt;I will write you a song&lt;br /&gt;And you'll know from this song&lt;br /&gt;That I just can't go on without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that I'd make a good soldier&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in being violent and cruel&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to fight but I'll draw blood, tonight&lt;br /&gt;If somebody tries hurting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's out on the table&lt;br /&gt;Both of us knew all along&lt;br /&gt;I've got your loving and you've got my song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to make lots of money&lt;br /&gt;I don't know all the right things to do&lt;br /&gt;I can't say where we'll go but the one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;Is how to be a good man to you until I die that's what I'll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-1891084608927046496?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/1891084608927046496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=1891084608927046496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/1891084608927046496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/1891084608927046496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-know-how-to-make-lots-of-money-i.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-8695480098057958691</id><published>2009-12-07T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:36:39.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HUNGRY &amp;amp; ANGRY! &gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so so so hungry, the first thing i wanted to do when i reached home was to have dinner. but to my surprise, or rather, disappointment, the dishes are all vegetable. good job, í've nothing to eat! so i preyed on my snickers instead &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-8695480098057958691?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/8695480098057958691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=8695480098057958691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8695480098057958691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8695480098057958691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-3436367762199476873</id><published>2009-12-06T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:38:40.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You found me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I'm tired already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-3436367762199476873?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/3436367762199476873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=3436367762199476873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3436367762199476873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3436367762199476873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/12/shit-im-tired-already.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-3703897376833319999</id><published>2009-12-06T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:08:46.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leave me be, now I'm free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love reflecting everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You want space, I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To help me see this through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I'm back, blogging :) Anyhoots, my tests start tomorrow! I'm so so so not motivated to study, I find myself all over. All the best, to myself (and everyone else :D) -crosses fingers. Can't wait for holiday to start! Hehe. But, that also means that FYP dateline is drawing nearer. My group havent been touching it for ages, proness :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fat, I can't describe how fat I am but that stupid belly seems to be sticking with me forever, yes i meant f-o-r-e-v-e-r for r-e-a-l. The amount I eat is like thousand times greater than the distant I run. Those junkfood at home kept calling out for me. I ate like, &gt;5 snickers + 2bowls of waffle crisps + &gt;5pcs of biscuit today :C Staying at home is bad. Like, there's so much food! Apparently I finished my supply of wang wang, twisties, cheese biscuits and waffle crisps this week. AND, two big packets of snickers are still waiting for me!!!!!! Okay, enough of food. I shall, finish my snickers soon and start running marathon thereafter (HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be gone! I need to study :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-3703897376833319999?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/3703897376833319999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=3703897376833319999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3703897376833319999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3703897376833319999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/12/leave-me-be-now-im-free-love-reflecting.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-4552308332305470136</id><published>2009-11-24T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:39:08.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed sing like a bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Oh you make me smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-4552308332305470136?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/4552308332305470136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=4552308332305470136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4552308332305470136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4552308332305470136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-make-me-smile-like-sun-fall-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-4874969141530617532</id><published>2009-09-17T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:40:22.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If I were a rich girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep again, nobody's here to help :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home the whole entire day cause I couldnt bear to leave Bobo at home when there's renovation on. I dont know why but I'm afraid that she'll run out of house. Anyway she was so cute when she ran towards me when the workers started drilling. Hehe, I bet she's scared :D So I cuddled her everywhere I go. How lucky is she? Very. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOOOOOOTS, I think I'm a reallllly lucky girl cause despite all the last minute shites, I DID IT :D Hmmmm, FYP is screwing up my life (somehow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay I really dontknow what I should say now, so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-4874969141530617532?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/4874969141530617532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=4874969141530617532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4874969141530617532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4874969141530617532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-i-were-rich-girl-i-cant-sleep-again.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-9018105395127651942</id><published>2009-09-10T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:34:44.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello it's holiday! :) I'm going Batam this weekend &amp; Bangkok the next weekend, hehe this is egg-citing! Actually, not really. Because Bangkok trip supposed to be cancelled and give my Hongkong trip a chance! But since it's still on, it would mean no Hongkong trip in Oct :&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wellzzzzzzz, sometimes you wish to say sorry but you just dontknw how. I suppose once you've made a choice then you gotta live with it, like it or not. not like everyone is bothered anyway, righttttttttttttttttt? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee it's early morning, sunshine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-9018105395127651942?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/9018105395127651942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=9018105395127651942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/9018105395127651942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/9018105395127651942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/09/promise-me-that-youll-give-faith.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-2418295916097873172</id><published>2009-09-03T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:18:12.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Using chopper and flying over reach in 5 min. If you shout my name in your mind will speed up the timing reaching your house : D shout now!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the message was very funny, it made me happy. But never did I realised it was true till I heard my doorbell, opened the door and saw the sender. :D tht's the best part of the week! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm realllllllly tired, I want to sleep BUT I'm scared. Somebody help? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-2418295916097873172?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/2418295916097873172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=2418295916097873172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/2418295916097873172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/2418295916097873172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/09/using-chopper-and-flying-over-reach-in.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-2377257133954894817</id><published>2009-08-30T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:35:49.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;You cry alone and then he swears he loves you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-2377257133954894817?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/2377257133954894817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=2377257133954894817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/2377257133954894817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/2377257133954894817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-cry-alone-and-then-he-swears-he.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-1799666290640033134</id><published>2009-08-29T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:50:41.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Supper for tonight: oreo cheesecake :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so fattening! &amp; I'm always not disciplined enough to go running :C It's bad, I hope holiday would be better cause I'm really eating wayyyy too much! Anyhoooots, I'm working tomorrow morning and it's gonna be my last day. Teehee, I'm gonna be so free during this holiday so please date me! I'm trying to look for activities but I've the feeling I'll waste is all :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a bad person, a bad bad person. I don't know what's wrong with me so just forgive me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-1799666290640033134?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/1799666290640033134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=1799666290640033134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/1799666290640033134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/1799666290640033134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/08/supper-for-tonight-oreo-cheesecake-d.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-2020423836993122096</id><published>2009-08-26T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:45:01.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Maybe it's true, that I cant live without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well maybe two is better than one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm thinking two, is better than one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely addictive &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Anywayyyyyy, I'm gonna start working again tomorrow onwards. Dyou know how much I'm dreading it? :( Two weeks of break, two weeks of life. I get to stay home and have dinner, bring Bobo out for long walk, play with Bobo and spend quality time with her, have the whole house to myself during the day, get to go for dinner at granny's, get to watch drama (dvd), go here go there (not like i really go out), make my parents happy to see me and even mahjong in the afternoon! +many many more. Now, I'm back to lifeless life, HMPH. I'm complaining somuch and you must be thinking why dont I quit. Well, it's seemed like it's not up to me /:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-2020423836993122096?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/2020423836993122096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=2020423836993122096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/2020423836993122096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/2020423836993122096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-its-true-that-i-cant-live-without.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-383559592994881058</id><published>2009-08-25T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:04:19.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before you let me fall&lt;br /&gt;Kill me so I dont feel it at all&lt;br /&gt;Push my body up against the wall&lt;br /&gt;And pick your poison&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything feels wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I dont know where I belong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Nevermind, nevermind&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-383559592994881058?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/383559592994881058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=383559592994881058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/383559592994881058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/383559592994881058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/08/before-you-let-me-fall-kill-me-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-4230558570439348508</id><published>2009-08-23T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T10:59:07.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Picture you're the queen of everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As far as the eye can see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Under your command&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be your guardian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When all is crumbling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steady your hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's a chore talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-4230558570439348508?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-5471956728302393240</id><published>2009-08-20T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:43:04.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;If I had the chance&lt;br /&gt;I would replace all the grays with sunny days&lt;br /&gt;We can sit for hours on my roof &lt;br /&gt;And tell the rain to go away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello wello me loves my life without work.&lt;br /&gt;Me wants to work no more, no more!&lt;br /&gt;Still counting to the day &gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep early, long day tomorrow :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-5471956728302393240?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/5471956728302393240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=5471956728302393240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5471956728302393240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5471956728302393240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-i-had-chance-i-would-replace-all.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-5929885438445343282</id><published>2009-08-17T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:57:47.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cant wait for tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;ramen + durian pancake = &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, test was postponed today after staying in school still 4plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%^&amp;amp;*(*&amp;amp;^%$"&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*(*&amp;amp;^%$&lt;/a&gt;#@ -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-5929885438445343282?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/5929885438445343282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=5929885438445343282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5929885438445343282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5929885438445343282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/08/cant-wait-for-tomorrow-ramen-durian.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-5787434957276381943</id><published>2009-08-17T14:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:55:58.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello im supposed to be having my IT paper now. it's suppose to start at 140 but looooooook at the time it's already 220! everything is so disorganised and thus the delay. wth -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so bored hehehehehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-5787434957276381943?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/5787434957276381943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=5787434957276381943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5787434957276381943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5787434957276381943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-im-supposed-to-be-having-my-it.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-6448893343657974474</id><published>2009-03-08T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:27:32.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bounce bounce baby bounce back to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello my dear friends! ITP had started for a week and I'm dying! :( I made a new friend, whom everyone else knew about her before I even mentioned! So, having a new friend made this whole ITP a better thing. I'm not too sure what the rest are doing at ITP but I've been doing measurement for the past 5days! It's like, the manager didn't quite expect us to come kind. And he just gave us drawings (on the whole building) to do hoping we'll last for the week. Which, we did! Because we kept re-doing. My new friend do damn fast! I'm as slow as a snail. The more I'm slow, the more I feel stress. Like, why am I still at Living Room, kinda thing? I shall not elaborate more on ITP. It's damn tiring and I am so not gonna work in an office. I sleep at 2230 everynight and wake up 630 every morning. Yes, it's so not me but 2230 feels like 0030 and I cannot take it, need to sleep!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the week at the firm, I kinda made up my mind that, I'm not going U to study in this line. (yes I know, I wasted twoyears of life in poly and the third year is coming) And, I pretty made up MY mind that I want to study on Canine Profession :D Okay, maybe even more, dog psychologist? (haha fat hope :C) I just want to work in a place which I've passion in. And I really want to learn on, dogs behaviour, characteristics, how to take care, groom, train them etc. The more I think about it, the more I wish I could hurry fulfil it. But I'm afraid I cant :C Somehow my parents seem disapproval of it. And I want to go overseas to study + go all over the world to gain experience and help dogs in need (especially dogtown!!!!) = I need alot of money (I'll probably be doing voluntary work)! No one's gonna pay for it. I need to earn money before all these becomes attainable, possible :C And if I get to realise all these, with enough experience and capital, I'll settle down somewhere (a country) and start my own rescue team and or dog cafe(cause I like to bake so I thought of cafe haha) etc!&lt;br /&gt;HEHE &gt;&gt; DARE TO DREAM!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quality of life is the biggest debate that most pet owners eventually face. The decision is based on how you feel in your heart. I have always believed that, as long as there are things that the dog enjoys, life is worth living. We all lose the ability to walk distance as we age, but there are other things in life that are enjoyable." -Dr Weaver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME AGREES! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I know I'm not a good owner, thus the more I should learn to be a profession in it to bring happiness in dogs - atleast my next petdog! Cause Bobo is not well-trained&amp;amp; Socialise, it somehow led her to unhappiness&amp;amp; confusion. Which is bad and I pamper her more and the worse it get. Now that I'm old enough, I know it's not that right. I need to get it right next time! You get what I mean? I'm like talking to myself. I want to get more dogbooks and start learning now now now! HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;random pics coming!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SbO60IEDrYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AbL-Hmv9ejk/s1600-h/04032009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310793790280412546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SbO60IEDrYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AbL-Hmv9ejk/s320/04032009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1, 2, 3, 4 : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SbO6z-o71tI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9tLGdfpRvIM/s1600-h/04032009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310793787750733522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SbO6z-o71tI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9tLGdfpRvIM/s320/04032009(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner at NewYorkNewYork! Very filling! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SbO6zwynR_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/c2LPfXgpiis/s1600-h/04032009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310793784033232882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SbO6zwynR_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/c2LPfXgpiis/s320/04032009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Disease from working - doing measurement to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SbO6zk8H6FI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BNu-1QRe-Fk/s1600-h/03032009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310793780851894354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SbO6zk8H6FI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BNu-1QRe-Fk/s320/03032009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being positive at work, see those smileys? And HoneyStar kept me alive that day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/S: SAY YOU SUPPORT ME IN REALISING MY DREAM! &amp;amp;DONATE MONEY NOW, IF YOU'RE NICE, DUH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-6448893343657974474?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/6448893343657974474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=6448893343657974474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/6448893343657974474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/6448893343657974474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/03/bounce-bounce-baby-bounce-back-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SbO60IEDrYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AbL-Hmv9ejk/s72-c/04032009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-4759509128884794156</id><published>2009-02-24T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:50:26.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yayyeeyeeeyeeyeeeyeee, it's overrrrrr :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish this week would never end! Because next week is the start of attachment. Omg I so cannot imagine myself in a new environment all alone. Lunch's gonna sucks so bad, I should ask my maid to prepare lunch for me to eat in the office or something :C Damn sad, I dread attachment, why did I go poly then? Not an issue to argue, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffet for breakfast + lunch + dinner, wonderful! :D Extreme full with a bloated tummy, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry about everything that happened today :'( 1234!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-4759509128884794156?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/4759509128884794156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=4759509128884794156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4759509128884794156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4759509128884794156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/02/yayyeeyeeeyeeyeeeyeee-its-overrrrrr-d.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-6294129930365306258</id><published>2009-02-21T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:47:47.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did you see that, did you see that??? I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not making sense here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway BMT was torturous, me hatezzzz. &amp;amp; I was bothered about something I'm not too sure what I'm bothered about that I got so lost during work -.- I actually made like 2 wrong drinks and I happily put the blame on a matter that I dont know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicating?&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just tired. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me is going to put on weight cause me eat alot recently. Had buffet twice and the third time is coming soon. Not forgetting me ate alot of chocolates recently like the one made with love and ferrero all 24 of them (minus a few actually). Oh but today me should put off weight since me ate one meal only! Greatz, me is very hungry now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired. I'm not gonna study till monday, okay perhaps plus a little more here and there. I'm gonna earn my last bucks before attachment hehhehHEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday friend :D i miss;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunsun, hurry lit up the sky! I want it to be morning now. Or not. I shall sleep and see you soon :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-6294129930365306258?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/6294129930365306258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=6294129930365306258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/6294129930365306258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/6294129930365306258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/02/did-you-see-that-did-you-see-that-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-4274456511236539468</id><published>2009-02-19T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:39:31.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm not a princess, this aint a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, lead her up the stairwell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like a blade that cuts right through me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&gt;&gt; This aint hollywood, this is a small town.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-4274456511236539468?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/4274456511236539468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=4274456511236539468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4274456511236539468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4274456511236539468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-princess-this-aint-fairytale-im.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-7101277159020925170</id><published>2009-02-15T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:30:21.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I know distance doesn't matter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you feel so far away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! :) Five papers are over, three more to go! But I'm so so so so so not motivated to study today :C I think I'm already in holiday mood, hardyharhar! Yesterday was a greatday, heh. Underworld, Sakura &amp;amp; Drink :D And I saw Yoshi's daddy! It's 329bucks I think. Yoshi told me he wants reunion! :D Today's full of chocolate, I am so gonna put on weight :C Anyway I seriously detest exams &gt;:( I was so caught up with - trying to study, these days :C &amp;amp; like, I'm not gonna have a good life any soon. After all these exams shites there's gonna be attachment. Hur, I need more personal space. BLEAH! I don't know how to blog anymore, there's no sequence hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you call, my heart stops beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you're gone, it won't stop bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-7101277159020925170?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/7101277159020925170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=7101277159020925170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7101277159020925170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7101277159020925170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-distance-doesnt-matter-but-you.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-4268870461706684246</id><published>2008-12-31T07:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:30:09.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SVqtsQuwz9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/wTSMZc7uUYc/s1600-h/20122008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285728088589651922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SVqtsQuwz9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/wTSMZc7uUYc/s200/20122008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; id a very huge present 5days before christmas! &amp;amp; i was so tempted to open it. or atleast, peep! heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SVqtsflMx9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Lm3rsbjxNEY/s1600-h/25122008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285728092576073682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SVqtsflMx9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Lm3rsbjxNEY/s200/25122008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's finally christmas and YAY can open already! : D ooooooooooh, i see sth green, it's yoshi like OMG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SVqtsuwpFCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nh84oQHAj14/s1600-h/25122008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285728096650597410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SVqtsuwpFCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nh84oQHAj14/s200/25122008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's trying to come out : &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SVqtszyzMxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cvlCoCSYWwQ/s1600-h/25122008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285728098001826578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SVqtszyzMxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cvlCoCSYWwQ/s200/25122008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TADAAAA! it's pretty big right! heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SVqts8dQnLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/WmVBDlz9pLk/s1600-h/25122008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285728100327398578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SVqts8dQnLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/WmVBDlz9pLk/s200/25122008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and i love it very very much : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankyou somuch for the present ohkay! : &gt; Love you very much :D Please take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-4268870461706684246?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/4268870461706684246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=4268870461706684246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4268870461706684246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4268870461706684246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/12/id-very-huge-present-5days-before.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SVqtsQuwz9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/wTSMZc7uUYc/s72-c/20122008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-1845127007203634174</id><published>2008-11-20T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:27:29.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;you and me, we should be&lt;br /&gt;making a memory&lt;br /&gt;whenever we're together &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-1845127007203634174?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/1845127007203634174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=1845127007203634174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/1845127007203634174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/1845127007203634174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-and-me-we-should-be-making-memory.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-4254534410873631235</id><published>2008-10-29T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:09:37.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Suppose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped class today but I still woke up pretty early! Baked blondie in a rush and it turned out okay only. Went over to dimple's, tried my best to keep my stomach empty! After dimple went school, I went to JP to meet the rest - cyn peipei xuele huawen sookching! Off we set off for our buffet lunch! :D After ou first ordering, we went to take plates&amp;amp;plates of sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SQiDOJVnnQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-iAayAuLmuw/s1600-h/29102008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262600443630427394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SQiDOJVnnQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-iAayAuLmuw/s200/29102008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the table of sushi before our other orders came! (other than chawanmushi!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently, we ate alot! Kept ordering (many repeated orders!) I had like 2chawanmushi&amp;amp; 2miso soup, proness! &amp;amp; I ate quite alot of sushi today though sushi wasnt really my type of food. Haha I'm starting to accept it again, omg! :X So we ate and ate and ate and ate, from around 3 to 515? Bill and tata!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SQiDOtlDoEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3SmwYafSJVo/s1600-h/29102008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262600453358854210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SQiDOtlDoEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3SmwYafSJVo/s200/29102008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The receipt is like half the length of my bolster! &amp;amp; I actually went to count, we'd 70items excluding sushi. Some sort of proness? DUH! hahaha. I think I can eat more if we'd more time. I think I'll go back again one day, it's like cheapcheap! Anyway I went to meet dimple again after that cause dimple was very nice to lend me ds and I need to return! :X After that, I went to meet my parents for dinner! Omg, dont omg me. I told them I was very full so I ate just a little. Hahahahaha. But yknw what, I'm kinda hungry now :( Everyone said I put on weight, ROAR. So I thought tday would be my last good meal before I go on diet. But I seriously think I cannot make it damnit :( I've no motivation to go running either, hurhurhur. &amp;amp; I dont want to stop eating, bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SQiDNTeJk1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/38pkmhCZeSM/s1600-h/13102008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262600429170692946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SQiDNTeJk1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/38pkmhCZeSM/s200/13102008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Bobo on a ball, so cool right! Look at her fur, so long and ugly! My mum kept saying that we've the same hairstyle, long fringe which covers eyes! -.- Hahaha. So Bobo had a haircut a few days back, Look at her fur again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SQiDOUtXQxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SqVcd57T5Hk/s1600-h/29102008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262600446682809106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SQiDOUtXQxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SqVcd57T5Hk/s200/29102008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's not very clear but, her body fur is short &amp;amp; her head is still furry! So, she has big head! I kept telling her she's damn ugly now hahahahah ugly but adorable, hehehe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SQiDOBLyLkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9fDHQcvhKRY/s1600-h/22102008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262600441441693250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SQiDOBLyLkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9fDHQcvhKRY/s200/22102008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway this is random. Now you've seen it (it's part of the toilet bowl), have you tried it? Hahahaha. Coolios right, you'll find this near me! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a nice Deepavali! Met Bestie last Saturday too though we didnt catchup much. Meeting Bestfriend tomorrow! &amp;amp; I miss SN alot, orange bowl! I like my drawing of LoveStory &amp;amp; I hehehe you. Feel so guilty about tday and thanks alot haha. Byebye I feel so weird blogging somuch wit pics hahahahaha. Mess. OUT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-4254534410873631235?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/4254534410873631235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=4254534410873631235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4254534410873631235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4254534410873631235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/10/suppose-skipped-class-today-but-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SQiDOJVnnQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-iAayAuLmuw/s72-c/29102008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-3661033827361212159</id><published>2008-10-18T00:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:28:56.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Would you be there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started for a week and my timetable is bad :( None of the module seems to interest me other than my gems, hehe not bad leh! Other than that, my life is kinda no life since most of the time it's just school and work! BLEAHS. But this week wasnt as bad as I thought, if only every week's the same. Haha :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick recaps for the past weeks! Caught Housebunny, wasnt as nice I thought. BigStan was not bad, quite funny heh! Was kinda reluctant to watch PaintedSkin but it turned out pretty good. As for ButterflyLovers, there was a tinybit of disappointment (perhaps I expected much more). Overall, Housebunny is the only one that's not worth the money :X And then, I bought my new havaianas already! Hehe :D But the indecisive me got the "wrong" size so it's bad. Got used to the sizing so it's fine now! Got a pair of new shorts too, woohoo, I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I finally know where all my money went! Not forgetting all the good food I had. Sigh :( Can you just imagaine, I had my pay one week ago and now I'm broke. I need to stop eating. Actually I came out with a brilliant idea - to eat as long as I dont have to pay. But I guess, I shouldnt since Carrie just said that I put on weight. Yes I knew I put on weight but I didnt know it's visible to others. That means, I put on alot of fats :( Damnit right. I need to control, ugh, I'm really lacking it. Food, will you stop being my bestfriend &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt;? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, I need to sleeeeeeeep since I've work again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-3661033827361212159?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/3661033827361212159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=3661033827361212159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3661033827361212159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3661033827361212159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/10/would-you-be-there-school-has-started.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-7003272248121646073</id><published>2008-10-02T19:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:46:44.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So close your eyes, escape this town for a little while&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early in the morning :) Had a cool haircut by a new hairdresser! :D (But it's damn Ex okay! :X) I only cut a tinybit &amp;amp; many people realised, kinda ironic (cause everytime I had a proper haircut, they'll say no difference! zzz)! &amp;amp; I shopped around westmall for awhile, spotted nice nike shirts :X Borrowed a book and got some sushi! But i ate like 1/2 of a sushi out of 8 sushi :C Hee. &amp;amp; then, off I went to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Work was tiring, stood at the cold drinks station for damn long :( but I earned double ystd, so it's coolios :B Had chippy after work! Had cravings for all the food so I got people to share wit me the beer battered fish, spicy calamari &amp;amp; cheesy curry chicken, Woohoo! Was ultra full and satisfied duh :D Anyway, then I went to northpoint to look for Xuele. Helped her to sell clothes lehlehLEH! Guess it's kinda fun, I was like some kid fooling around :D Ate durian puffs &amp;amp; played daidee while working, teehee! Accompanied her till closing, bet she appreciated my presence :) Feel like looking for extra part time job like at a pushcart, haha :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time was busyweezy, was so stress HAHA. Sat around after work, played DS. Had gloria jeans&amp;amp;chickenwing yumyum! Abby came over to say hi and then I went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dyou think I should go to this person's house for hariraya? Like, I dont know the person&amp;amp;family butbutBUT there's gonna be very very yummy malay food! Then again, I scared I too shy to eat, and il be crying on my way home cause I didnt eat much. Hahahaha shitshitshit, should I? FOOOOD! Bleahs, heh. Anyway, I've been very lazy these days! Whenever I'm up early, il think of sleep somemore instead of, let's go for a run. Sigh, get rid of the fats please :C &amp;amp; I want to buy this particular shirt very much, cause it's very cute like (fill in the blank) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay tomorrow is friday, after friday it's saturday! :D&lt;br /&gt;Double off days! Teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;I AM HUNGRY &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-7003272248121646073?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/7003272248121646073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=7003272248121646073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7003272248121646073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7003272248121646073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-close-your-eyes-escape-this-town-for.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-804474586528827264</id><published>2008-09-29T10:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:58:28.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Honey honey,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last last friday!&lt;br /&gt;I went for hockey (night) training, ran 4x400 + 3x300 = Yay! :D Stayed over at Bestie's. Played wii! Most of the time we played the mario&amp;amp;sonic olympic games and it's fun fun fun! Hated swimming cause it's damn tiring but after tht I started to like it when I stopped getting last. Hahaha. Rowing&amp;amp;Hurdles are the best! 4x100 was damn tiring, Bestie shouted at me when I was like damn slow (cause I was the last runner&amp;amp; we were leading BUT, oops!) zzz :( Heh, had major muscle aches after hockey&amp;amp;wii :X Brought Laiheng&amp;amp;Angel for a walk too (tht's sat), hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday!&lt;br /&gt;Badminton in the morning with Fish&amp;amp;Co (according to Xuele). Hahahaha. Obviously I'm the fish :) Cyn actually pangseh us again! :O Hockey training again, ran 8x400 + 3x100 sprint = Woohoo! :D &amp;amp; so, major muscle aches again. Heh, I'm damn lousy right :X Laiheng passed away the day before, like omg :( Can you imagine I brought both dogs for a walk &amp;amp; then I even carried Laiheng AND THEN i told Bestie il be their dogwalkers and next week, laiheng is gone :( she must be damn sad, sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I doubt il be going for hockey training any soon cause the rest wont have time to accompany me go. So sad! :C That also means il probably not go and run again hurhur. &amp;amp; I'm working 5days this week, all 12-5. I'm ultra sad, yknw why? :C Plus holiday is ending very very very soon which means, super duper ultra sadness! Oh, I've officially put on weight :C TSK! I shall eat hokeypokey to be Happy now! going work soon, rah :( But work is kinda cool, cause of f1 there's international customer hahaha :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How you thrill me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-804474586528827264?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/804474586528827264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=804474586528827264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/804474586528827264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/804474586528827264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/09/honey-honey-last-last-friday-i-went-for.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-7957059718761220834</id><published>2008-09-18T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T01:26:24.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry I'm blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry about all the things I'd said to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; I know, I can't take it back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went jogging this morning and I cannot make it! No motivation, no determination, zzzzz. Running is suppose to clear your mind but it didnt cleared mine! So I did a terrible thing in the afternoon, which I'm feeling very guilty now. &amp;amp; I just wanted to say, I'm sorry :C but things are kinda okay now, so im kinda happy. hehehe! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(iheartyou! sorry&amp;amp;thankyou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-7957059718761220834?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/7957059718761220834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=7957059718761220834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7957059718761220834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7957059718761220834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-sorry-im-bad-im-sorry-im-blue-im.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-3790934779430204459</id><published>2008-09-16T20:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:21:34.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Breakfast tday was ham&amp;amp;cheese&amp;amp;mushroom scramble eggs plus ham plus chicken mushroom soup. It wasnt as yummy as I thought it would turned out to be :( See, an example of, there's no use trying when you cannot make it :/ I know I used to say, "it's okay, atleast you tried your best" (in terms of studies or hockey kind) but now I don't know why I came out with this statement of, "what's the use of trying when you cannot make it". Big 2 is fun, I've been winning again! I won even though I've one 2 and my opponent has three 2s! Muahahahahaha :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Results coming out tomorrow! Which, I really wish to know how I'd done though I know I screwed up most of my papers. Hurhurhur. I dreamt that I'd 3.1 few nights ago (which is impossible). Now I think I know, dreams don't come true which can be good, yknw? :) I'd nightmares nightsssss ago which made me wake up crying :( SO SAD RIGHT! haha :X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hockey on Friday, I think, I hope? I'm kinda looking forward to it (but my turfshoes is with abby means I have to wear sports shoes = get wet easily and fall more :X) minus the need of communicating with the seniors :/ Zzzz I know I sucks. I feel like, stop eating and start running all over again. Please help me, please stop tempting me :C&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So doctor, doctor, won't you please prescribe me something? A day in the life of someone else cause I'm a hazard to myself. Don't let me get me, I'm my own worst enemy. It's bad when you annoy yourself, so irritating. Don't wanna be my friend no more, I wanna be somebody else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;omg I just found out something which me feels kinda sad :C I know I cannot make it but, I could had stood a teeny chance.. but now, I'll never have a chance. I'm only eighteen but I'm out of the league :X why do I deserve this, grr. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-3790934779430204459?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/3790934779430204459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=3790934779430204459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3790934779430204459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3790934779430204459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-kick-up-leaves-and-magic-is-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-1502644784432421470</id><published>2008-09-16T00:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:42:37.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You treat me like a pig&lt;br /&gt;You give me food to eat&lt;br /&gt;You give me more &amp;amp; more each day&lt;br /&gt;Now ever all your left overs&lt;br /&gt;Can you just look at me&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing fatter &amp;amp; fatter&lt;br /&gt;You give me food so I grow hor.&lt;br /&gt;Within this month I put on X kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To the tune of, Like a Rose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lyrics is definitely not a brill ant piece cause I've poor English, but that's not the point! It's dedicated from me to my workplace people :X Haha! No they don't give me leftovers, but they always share their food with me! They'll eat half and leave the rest for me to finish. LIKE SERIOUSLY! &amp;amp; well, I'll just eat, finish it up. Oh &amp;amp; I'll eat their duty meals if they're not having. So my break, I've plenty to eat! Save my lunch money, yknw? &amp;amp; that's partially the reason why I grow fat, grew horizontally &amp;amp; put on X kg :C I don't blame them, I just can't take temptation. Omg, I think my stomach had became an endless pit. I need to eat alot before I feel full. &amp;amp; I cant seem to control. Hurhurhur. Oh, dyou know food is more important then sleep and sleep is more important than exercising? Saturday morning my sister told me to go jogging, I pulled the blanket over my head whenever she called my name. Next morning, my sister asked me if I want to have breakfast, I woke up washed up and went for prata. HAHAHA :X Speaking of which, I havent been running since, I last said I did. Hur, I'm such a pig, thankyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-1502644784432421470?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/1502644784432421470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=1502644784432421470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/1502644784432421470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/1502644784432421470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-treat-me-like-pig-you-give-me-food.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-8339452665549555369</id><published>2008-09-08T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:59:49.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM HUNGRY! &gt;:( I feel like eating pasta now now now (it's 2348) &amp;amp; I want brownie plus ice cream too! Hungry girl is an angry girl, so rah! Anyhoots, I didnt run for the past days other than yesterday&amp;amp;tday, that's bad :( No more lose weight plan, changed to improve stamina plan! Heh cause I know, I'll never lose weight. Just look at those food calling out my name! D: Badminton tday with xuele&amp;amp;dimple. Xuele is a pro please, dont be fooled by her skinny looks! Hehe. I've major muscle aches now due to ystd's workout &amp;amp; tday's badminton. Went over to dimple's to eat and i fell asleep :X Oh I ate almost 2packets of maggie and I didnt feel full, hurhur. I'm bored, I think I should sleep soon cause there's nothing much for me to do. Work tomorrow, I'm dreading it but for the sake of money, WORK! Have I mentioned? I get pretty fedup with my family these days. &amp;amp; I just want to be independent yknw yknw argh. I just dont unstd wht's their problem when they talk to me. So, fannoying. Sigh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnightssssssssssssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-8339452665549555369?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/8339452665549555369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=8339452665549555369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8339452665549555369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8339452665549555369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-hungry-i-feel-like-eating-pasta.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-4783841483130876577</id><published>2008-09-01T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:16:50.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; it's love and I'm in it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy right now! But I've to blog about my achievement alrights :D I woke up early this morning like 730am. I wonder why! Felt kinda awake and so I was thinking if I should go jogging &amp;amp; well, I did :D Used those workout equipment too and played a small badminton game with my mum. Teehee at that moment, I stink of aminoacids but it's kinda cool since it's been long I've been giving out aminoacids through my pores! Okay, sound so wrong. I doubt I'll be able to run tomorrow morning but I hope I will! I ran yesterday morning too cause my sister kept bugging me know. My holiday plan is going on well! Didn't eat much yesterday and today (I think oops!) Working in the noon tomorrow, boring :( Nothing much to blog now other than my day was well spent! Secrets alrights! :D Shall get some beauty sleep now! Hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-4783841483130876577?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/4783841483130876577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=4783841483130876577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4783841483130876577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4783841483130876577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-love-and-im-in-it-im-sleepy-right.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-2308199433711919146</id><published>2008-08-31T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:08:42.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Surprises let me know you care :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ate alot today I think. The amount of calories is more than those that I burnt. I can't lose weight for nuts omg omg omg :( My sister and I went to Marina Square's Pizzahut to eat. Had pasta, pizza and seafood platter with soup and drink! Fattening right. &amp;amp; there was no fate in meeting someone. But that's not the end of story! My sister shopped and I felt so @#$%^&amp;amp;*( I got pretty annoyed waiting and stuff, hurhur. Went to work and then, surprise surprise! :D I know it was more of a shocked and mentally unprepared state like omg wht to do shit embarrassing hur. Still, I feel very happy today hehe. I got home pretty fast okay! But I feel so bad too, like guilty :( I think I'm a terrible person, sucks at expressing, seriouslyyyyyy. Grr. Sorry &amp;amp; thankyou (though you guys wont see it :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeheehee :,D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-2308199433711919146?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/2308199433711919146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=2308199433711919146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/2308199433711919146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/2308199433711919146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/08/surprises-let-me-know-you-care-so-i-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-493975204200113548</id><published>2008-08-30T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:26:44.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Here's a strawberry for you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's holiday plan failed :( I think I should give up on my plan, hahaha! Okay, maybe not! Cooked pasta and mushroom soup yesterday (perfect for 2), yummy yummy! Then we had snacks, that's bad! :X Watched Smile Again :) &amp;amp; went Vivo! Hmm, had rice&amp;amp;lormee plus cheesecake stick (again) plus sushi! I ate like 6 sushi okay, amazing but true! Then the best part of the day is, we went to the outside to sit&amp;amp;chat&amp;amp;watch free show. Hahahahahaha. The night was cool, sat there till 11plus and I went over to Bestie's! Stayed over, had my durian mooncake which was very very yummlicious! Can fight with goodwoods'! But she only gave me HALF, feel so sad :( It was pretty late so we didnt go to the kitchen to get another half. Still, I had a wonderful time talking wit her though it was so short. Fell asleep at like 2 and woke up early cause she has this family photoshoot! Had scramble egg and off I came home! Slept for like half an hour and went jogging. I was kinda reluctant cause the sun was hot hot hot but think about it, not bad wht! So my sis and I went jogging teeheehee finally, my plan is coming true :D Okay but I'm going out soon, working in the evening. I hope (I pray) that I wont eat toomuch! &amp;amp; I hope there's fate and I'll see someone when I'm out, hehehe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-493975204200113548?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/493975204200113548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=493975204200113548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/493975204200113548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/493975204200113548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/08/heres-strawberry-for-you-yesterdays.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-6442647835813250297</id><published>2008-08-28T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:56:23.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And what it takes, I don't care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday plan, day one - failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah. I didn't run tday cause it was raining in the morning! That's bad cause, (read on). We went to eat this ayam thing, meerubus(?), chocolate waffle, cheese prata, egg prata, milo godzilla for one whole complete meal! It's alot considering that I'm trying to lose weight, ugh :( Anyway I went to meet my sister after that cause dimple has something on &amp;amp; looked omfg gorgeous hehe. Right, I went to bugis, had this salmon omelete rice, mochi, cheesecake stick &amp;amp; tutu! Almost settled for Ramen before going home but good thing there was beehoon at home which my sister decided to save money. Oh we shopped a little and the joker shirt is damn nice! 50bucks though, I couldn't bear :( Haha got a shirt elsewhere &amp;amp; we went to the library -.- I borrowed 2 books! I doubt I'll finish reading, I dozed off reading the first book in the train justnow. Siannnnnnnnnnz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is friday! It's another good day, teeheehee. But I doubt my plan's gonna work. The only that worked is, watching dvd -.- Smile again is nice, it is nice! Makes me think of hockey a little though. Well I lost it, I won't deny. Okay not time to think but, maybe il stay over at Bestie's tmr cause there's four season's durian mooncake YAYYYYYY. Don't you think I'm lucky, my dad bought for my emicake's, my hmm sis to be bought me goodwoods' and tmr I'm gonna try four season's. Alrights I'm off, wake up early and I'll have a long day ahead woohooooooooo : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou? : ,)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-6442647835813250297?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/6442647835813250297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=6442647835813250297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/6442647835813250297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/6442647835813250297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/08/holiday-plan-day-one-failed.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-1447640151195005233</id><published>2008-08-28T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:33:57.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I know I'm not the best for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But promise that you'll stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam was over yesterday, holiday officially starts today! &amp;amp; my holiday plan shall starts tomorrow! Hehe. I met up with Bestfriend tday, promised to treat her and so I met her after work to have fish&amp;amp;co. (that's the reason why my holiday plan starts tmr, I cant not spend money on food right, and I can't just watch her eat!) So, the three of us had a feast there. Okay, not exactly but we were all damn full and the dinner was like 13hrs worth of work! But it's alright cause she treated me before too &amp;amp; so it's payback time! (see you nice to me il be nice to you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned before that I think wild dogs are damn cool? Haha this dog was like trotting past me justnow when I was walking home &amp;amp; I was wondering if it was down-the-mountain-period for them. Seems like they come down once in a blue moon. Just a few nights ago I was woken up by those wild dogs that stays at the hill opposite my block. &amp;amp; apparently they were barking and chasing just below my house at like 4am. So I hurried woke up &amp;amp; took a million hours to search for my specs! When I finally got to the window, I saw 4 dogs running away. Felt so rah cause I couldnt see what happened initially. But anyway, I dont know what's the point of me talking about it -.- I dont know how to express but yea, they're cool :D Yknw what I really want to do when I grow up? I want to learn more about dogs. Why, why am I in a construction industrial? OH I KNOW! Construction sites have wild dogs too, hurhurhur &gt;:( I miss Coco, I know it's all my fault he's gone. Okay I'm gonna shutup about it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, Stars. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much things I wish I could do during this holidayyyyyyyyy. But it felt like I'm gonna waste it all away. I dont wanttttttttttttttt. Rah. I should sleep soon, tomorrow is Thursday! :D Okay it's already Thursday but haha :) No work tomorrow means I'm gonna try to go running! :X Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd my hair cut the day before PMM &amp;amp; dont like it, I'm sad :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-1447640151195005233?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/1447640151195005233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=1447640151195005233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/1447640151195005233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/1447640151195005233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-im-not-best-for-you-but-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-6341480499302274270</id><published>2008-08-22T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:42:39.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The view from here is getting better with you by my side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've finally decided what's gonna happen during the holiday. I'm gonna work (duh but that's like 5hrs per day, 3days per week HUR gonna earn so little now). &amp;amp; when I'm not working and not going out, I'm gonna go jogging in the morning and in the evening, woohoooo! In between, I'm gonna watch drama series hahaha. SEE, I'm so free during the holiday (hinthint)! &amp;amp; yknw when I'm free &amp;amp; bored, I eat alot :X It's bad, like seriously. Eating makes me fat and makes me spend money. BUT I CANT NOT EAT! So I shall eat as long as I don't have to spend the money (eg someone treating) and my running plan comes in so that the caloriesfatsenergy given in and out will be at an equilibrium. Haha, I hope it works. I miss my life foh yknw, it's been what, two years? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah, I should be studying yo. I screwed up 2exam papers already I shouldn't ruin the last one too. But damn I'm really in a holiday mood k. In this, no-sleep-tonight mood. I've the urge to call Bestie and ask if I can stayover. Hahaha. I need a haircut badly, yknw B-A-D-L-Y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm :,)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-6341480499302274270?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/6341480499302274270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=6341480499302274270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/6341480499302274270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/6341480499302274270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/08/view-from-here-is-getting-better-with.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-7241963545284490800</id><published>2008-08-21T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T01:34:59.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;But I'm a fool, it's not you, and I can't lie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like sleeping! After all, exams is over (okay one more paper next week) and no matter how I screwed those papers up (esp tday's Accounts, I couldnt balance any shit ugh) IT' S ALL OVER. So I'm glad, I'm happy, it's holiday afterall! Like I can't wait for tomorrow and every other tomorrows minus PMM day. But yknw what, I feel so f up for whatever reason it may be. &amp;amp; I swear I hate this feeling. I shouldn't let this happen again, it's not doing myself good. But damnit, how to make it go away :( I'm such a fish, grr, skin me, eat me &gt;:( ANYHOOOOOOTS PEOPLE! I went jogging and swimming yesterday hahahahahaha surprising right! So cool :D I'm gonna jog again tomorrow provided I can wake up early. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting; all the hurt inside you learned to hide so well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-7241963545284490800?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/7241963545284490800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=7241963545284490800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7241963545284490800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7241963545284490800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/08/but-im-fool-its-not-you-and-i-cant-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-4284695071916963801</id><published>2008-08-17T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:20:48.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;After my dreaming, I woke with this fear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I don't know what I'm doing here blogging. Haha it's the exam period people! 3down! : D Damn cool right, can't wait for holiday but it's so freaking far away. Feel like going overseas yknw yknw! But of course I doubt I will : ( I should just bring my sister around and let her buy things for me, hehe. I just realised there's seriously a change in the songs the radio plays now, finding songs I didnt expect to hear. Haha. I should be studying! But I'm not in the mood. &amp;amp; I seriously don't know how to study for BS. Feel like sleeping. Oh my dad bought durian mooncake for me and I'm very happy! But my stupid sister kept complaining about it being expensive &amp;amp; SHE KEEPS EATING IT. wah, damn fish can. Anyway, I'm putting on weight. Watching olympics kinda make me wanta run and perspire. Haha but till now, I've yet to put on my running shoe. Cool, I'm so, Un-cool &gt;: ( Right, I don't know what I'm trying to blog about. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. All I know is that I don't understand what you don't understand you understand? :(&lt;br /&gt;I need to shut up my mind. Grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownie &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-4284695071916963801?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/4284695071916963801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=4284695071916963801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4284695071916963801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4284695071916963801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-my-dreaming-i-woke-with-this-fear.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-3000176142951046228</id><published>2008-08-04T20:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:42:49.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today's the day, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so f up now NOW okay! Argh. Cause of stupid selfish people and Tests&amp;amp;Exams are up in the next two weeks. I'd barely started -.- &amp;amp; there's 3 accounts tutorial which I probably don't even know how to start, stupid site report, pmm tutorial &amp;amp; CCC ppt within the week. Like, OhSoGreat! I can't wait for holiday. Dyou knw it's so stupid, like Bestfriend has 2study weeks I've 0! &amp;amp; My papers start one week earlier than hers and ends the same week as hers. Seriously, wts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat snowskin durian mooncake now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl okay, till those above annoys me. Sigh. I didn't go school tday cause (im not gonna say cause it annoys me. Can you imagine I woke up effing early to reach dover at 0750 &amp;amp; I didn't go school? grr) Went to meet and had breakfast :D and did a little work till went school :( Then I went to the cafe to eat &amp;amp; do some work again. &amp;amp; omg I saw this guy who ordered two set lunch for himself okay! like soupX2 sandwichX2 saladX2 chipsX2 plus a dessert. Like omg, should share with me instead? Okay maybe not. I ate alot alot plenty plenty tday that I'm bloated. Sigh, I should start dieting seriously cause I put on weight so easily, hur! Ohno, pqs meeting up soon that means food! Plus money : ( shit, I'm kinda broke now. why? rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s you look cute in uniform :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(bidkiycsts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm with you, I'll make every second counts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I miss you, whenever you're not around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-3000176142951046228?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/3000176142951046228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=3000176142951046228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3000176142951046228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3000176142951046228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/08/todays-day-feel-so-f-up-now-now-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-5491903453439006146</id><published>2008-07-26T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:35:08.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I love all your sounds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; baby the way you make my world go round&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was happy yesterday morning &amp;amp; tday tday tday! :D Work always ruin things, I should start working lesser /: &amp;amp; anyway, I don't knw. In a way I feel that I'm in a mess. Many things left unsaid, some things are just missing :( I just feel that I shouldnt be the one bringing up the issue /: Rah, but why did I say no? WHY? I suppose it's a right choice, it better be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see I feel sad when you're sad, I feel glad when you're glad. If you only knew what I'm going through, I just can't smile without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was played in Hellboy, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is happening so fast that I found myself being caught behind D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-5491903453439006146?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/5491903453439006146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=5491903453439006146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5491903453439006146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5491903453439006146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-all-your-sounds-baby-way-you.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-2565668731564438223</id><published>2008-07-19T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T02:27:54.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's so many things making me angry &amp;amp; upset &amp;amp; rahrah up okay! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I dropped my phone 3times this month (piang piang piakkkk!)&lt;br /&gt;2) 3 leg injuries (minor) within 2days.&lt;br /&gt;3) Never got appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;4) The room.&lt;br /&gt;5) Somebody is busy now now now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to elaborate points 1,2,4, BUT when I came online I saw my Hao Peng You and I felt so much better that I can't remember how to rant, HAHAHA :D But damn it, point 5 is making me sad sad sad sad sad :( I shall stop thinking about 3&amp;amp;5. Tmr is an off day! (it's a good day) Yay I'll probably meetup with Bestie (that's a better day). I need that, so badly. &amp;amp; tmr night should be the bomb (best day of the worst). Yay so exciting so I should get some sleep, I think. I worked like 10.5hours tday. Oh I really really need to get motivated &amp;amp; start running to keep fit. I need who I used to be Yoz. &amp;amp;, Cool, Goodnights : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been exactly a week Pooooooooo :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-2565668731564438223?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/2565668731564438223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=2565668731564438223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/2565668731564438223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/2565668731564438223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-so-many-things-making-me-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-635844693577710214</id><published>2008-07-14T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:50:31.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You said "Whatever it takes", but you lied.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SHtiGFUHOOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jNOunmV75nU/s1600-h/14072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222876049511495906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SHtiGFUHOOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jNOunmV75nU/s200/14072008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cold rocks after school, mine's just got dumped! (the nicest among the three!) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SHtiGYatRkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Vp3s9TexDR4/s1600-h/14072008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222876054639429186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SHtiGYatRkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Vp3s9TexDR4/s200/14072008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with these two idiots who sat on the swing chair happily!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway, we'd great talks at coldrocks :D It's so embarrassing though :( Good thing my face is kinda burnt, they can't really see it when I was crying &amp;amp; blushing. Oops, hahahaha! I should stop thinking, stop thinking, stop thinking, it's gross :( BUT OMG! :D -dimples. Omg, stop it Heeeee.&lt;br /&gt;I'd decided to be happy and stop emo-ing. So byebye to you and hello to :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School suckzzzz to the max to the corex to the hell man :( We (Xuele&amp;amp;I) are so so so so so behind work! Workwork gonna suckzzzz to the max to the corex to the hell too, Ewwwwwwwz. BBQ? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right, back to report which was long overdue, HMPHHHHHHHHHH &gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Seems like just yesterday you were a part of me I used to stand so tall I used to be so strong Your arms around me tight everything it felt so right Unbreakable like nothing could go wrong I told you everything opened up and let you in You made me feel alright for once in my life Now all that's left of me is what I pretend to be So together but so broken up inside Swallow me then spit me out For hating you I blame myself Seeing you it kills me now No I don't cry on the outside anymore)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-635844693577710214?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/635844693577710214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=635844693577710214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/635844693577710214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/635844693577710214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-said-whatever-it-takes-but-you-lied.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SHtiGFUHOOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jNOunmV75nU/s72-c/14072008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-1612545580719878341</id><published>2008-07-03T23:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:12:40.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bright cold silver moon&lt;br /&gt;Tonight alone in my room&lt;br /&gt;You were here just yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Slight turn of a head&lt;br /&gt;Eyes down when you said&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need my life to change&lt;br /&gt;Seems like some things just arent the same&lt;br /&gt;What could I say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-1612545580719878341?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/1612545580719878341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=1612545580719878341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/1612545580719878341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/1612545580719878341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/07/bright-cold-silver-moon-tonight-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-3500918093735254301</id><published>2008-07-02T23:18:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:23:47.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SHJCneKEmaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wCKZkwFXGcg/s1600-h/02072008(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tickerbreaker, I hate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to sn tday with Bestfriend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SGzxHvehmvI/AAAAAAAAADs/ljNAm-c1SP4/s1600-h/02072008(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218811183521438450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SGzxHvehmvI/AAAAAAAAADs/ljNAm-c1SP4/s200/02072008(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss sn, I miss the track! D:&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feel, yknw?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SGzx6-fgufI/AAAAAAAAAD0/R0SAcVUP4LQ/s1600-h/02072008(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218812063725435378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SGzx6-fgufI/AAAAAAAAAD0/R0SAcVUP4LQ/s200/02072008(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spot Mr Jude! He said I'm fat and that I need to run, hur &gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SHJCneKEmaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wCKZkwFXGcg/s1600-h/02072008(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220308163953465762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SHJCneKEmaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wCKZkwFXGcg/s200/02072008(013).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mr Ng! I'd decided that after the kiosk week, I'm not gonna work on Wed and go back to sn. HAHA then I can train &amp;amp; run or just get some sun. Hee, ( I know it's weird). So, I'm still thinking. I want, somehow. Rah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SGzwumTEwoI/AAAAAAAAADk/B4jSA0gLNY0/s1600-h/02-07-08_1739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218810751560761986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SGzwumTEwoI/AAAAAAAAADk/B4jSA0gLNY0/s200/02-07-08_1739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bestfriend &amp;amp; I! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Thursday! I can't wait for it to be over. Like seriously, there's presentation (which the ppt is not done), written report for that (havent started), another group tutorial (halfway done) and an individual tutorial (halfway done) that should be done by tomorrow. It's so gonna be freedom after tomorrow PROVIDED I get pass it. &amp;amp; stupid screwed up night NOWWWWWWWWW. Kill me would you? I'm dripping now but I felt so &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;* that I needed to eat ice cream somuch, I went to eat the very nice hokey pokey ice cream! Hee, it's vanilla with caramel bits, Yummy! :D Stomach is aching now though, grrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my phone dropped onto the floor just now and as it "piang-ed" I could totally hear my heart (which isnt even whole) cracked too :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-3500918093735254301?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/3500918093735254301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=3500918093735254301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3500918093735254301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3500918093735254301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/07/tickerbreaker-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SGzxHvehmvI/AAAAAAAAADs/ljNAm-c1SP4/s72-c/02072008(008).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-706758464978983087</id><published>2008-07-02T02:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T02:12:16.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SGpy7ZbHMEI/AAAAAAAAADM/TZMyNBBisOM/s1600-h/pool.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218109483024592962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SGpy7ZbHMEI/AAAAAAAAADM/TZMyNBBisOM/s320/pool.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-706758464978983087?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/706758464978983087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=706758464978983087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/706758464978983087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/706758464978983087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SGpy7ZbHMEI/AAAAAAAAADM/TZMyNBBisOM/s72-c/pool.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-3213231492853365636</id><published>2008-06-30T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:20:16.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It stings, once in a while.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much often,&lt;br /&gt;probably every now &amp;amp; then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-3213231492853365636?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/3213231492853365636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=3213231492853365636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3213231492853365636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3213231492853365636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-stings-once-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-7426014337007057904</id><published>2008-06-29T17:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:51:56.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm perspiring! It's damn funny. I went downstair to buy something and as I walked towards the carpark I heard "BOBO! BOBO!" &amp;amp; I was like, ohno Bobo must have ran out. So I ran all the way back to find her barking and chasing this malay guy. I told the him to stop running (so that Bobo will stop running &amp;amp; I can catch her) so he stopped then Bobo ran to him again and he started jumping, saying that I've got a fierce dog. Hahahahaha. I was pretty sure that if that person had stopped jumping &amp;amp; running Bobo would stop and smell him and there will be peace. It's pretty funny and I feel so bad to the guy! Omg, good thing he was friendly to smile and say it's okay. &amp;amp; luckily he didnt run run away or I'll be chasing like another mad dog -.- or even worse, Bobo might just start chasing cats or kids she sees on the way which would turn out to be something bad /: I can't stand it, Bobo is so funny! The way she stretch the way she rubs her butt the way she just woke up with her stupid face the way she greets me every morn&amp;amp; when I'm home the way she hides when I'm going out and the way she plays (that day her toy flew pass me while I was on the comp &amp;amp; I was like, wth). But she's so fat &amp;amp; smellllllly! Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a goooooooooooooood mood now so I won't blog about anything else even though I came out with a (good) conclusion, ending :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I'm so angry! &gt;:( They went to buy car justnow without me and they got a silver car! I SAID I DONTWANT SILVER! Cause recently we just changed a car that's silver and now we're getting another silver like @#$%^&amp;amp;*!!!! Where got people get two silver cars in two months? Stoooooooooopid. Plus, I would be the one driving this car (after I get my license) so I say no silver means no silver &gt;:'( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just ate one packet of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Frosties&lt;/span&gt; cereal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;asif&lt;/span&gt; it's a packet of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;twisties&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to bathe! School tomorrow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;suckkkkkkkkkzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-7426014337007057904?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/7426014337007057904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=7426014337007057904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7426014337007057904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7426014337007057904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/wow-im-perspiring-its-damn-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-7223010923966686837</id><published>2008-06-29T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T08:53:18.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Who said that it's better to have loved and lost?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish that I had never loved at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very very angry annoyed irritated upset for being so stupid foolish childish naive. If you think you know what I'm referring to, then I'm gonna tell you you're wrong. No one is gonna be right about it, I'm sure. Not even you you you. You get it? Teehee, I'm glad that I'm not as readable as a book, not anymore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million fights can make me hate you. You're insensitive, yeah it's true. &amp;amp;It's in your eyes where I found lies. Is it broken? Let's not work it out. Let's burn this town into ashes. Is it broken? Let's not work it out. I'm sick and tired of this life, all these pain. So just let me go. &amp;amp; time again you lied. Time, I hope you'll be there. &amp;amp; time, I've been crying too long. Time, and these tears they will dry, gone. Let me be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-7223010923966686837?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/7223010923966686837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=7223010923966686837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7223010923966686837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7223010923966686837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-said-that-its-better-to-have-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-988627762699259835</id><published>2008-06-28T13:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:04:46.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It took you so long to realise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That you never really loved me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should've known.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for breakfast and it was so hot! Went to a petshop after that and there was 3 golden retrievers which one of it stepped on my foot twice! But they were adorable :D Still remember how I used to hunt for puppies, haa. I feel like getting another one! Hee. &amp;amp; Bobo kept smelling my feet now -.- Gonna go for work earlier than I'm supposed to, siannnnnnz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-988627762699259835?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/988627762699259835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=988627762699259835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/988627762699259835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/988627762699259835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-took-you-so-long-to-realise-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-3710608544767240214</id><published>2008-06-27T23:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:13:02.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Stop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate alot today -rubs tummy. Had teabreak during lesson and I had chickenbowl&amp;amp; a prata! I was so so so full that I only had my break at 4+ during work. Had a big bowl of milo dino too! :D Bestfriend appeared all of a sudden! Hehe so cool &amp;amp; we'll be going to SN for orange bowl soon and I can't wait :) then Bestie came over &amp;amp; yay time to end work. Went for dinner (that was around 7) at Ichiban. Each oh us had a set &amp;amp; I had a piece of cheesecake cake toooo! YUMMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SGUNwbzTphI/AAAAAAAAACc/86N-ceH_xRI/s1600-h/27062008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216590869126424082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SGUNwbzTphI/AAAAAAAAACc/86N-ceH_xRI/s200/27062008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Milo Dino :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SGUNw1ZcUFI/AAAAAAAAACk/c4VZ2ZMiVZA/s1600-h/27062008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216590875997261906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SGUNw1ZcUFI/AAAAAAAAACk/c4VZ2ZMiVZA/s200/27062008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mixed Tempura + chawamushi + rice + soup + appetizer + fruits! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SGUNxFdaZDI/AAAAAAAAACs/nCOHQxePZyA/s1600-h/27062008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216590880308880434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SGUNxFdaZDI/AAAAAAAAACs/nCOHQxePZyA/s200/27062008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; Bestie's Teriyaki Chicken (with the same combination set)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SGUNxffBC7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/GDAF5sPHb_o/s1600-h/27062008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216590887294929842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SGUNxffBC7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/GDAF5sPHb_o/s200/27062008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My oranges that formed a heart shape!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So anyway we shopped around Suntec and left for home. Had a really good time talking/crapping/laughing with her and all. Yay, I'm glad that atleast I still have her now. And she's so tan and fit, I'm so envy :( She still said I'm skinny and kept giving me her teriyaki chicken! Idiot, &amp;amp; she molested me -.- But she's very sweeeeet, Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Almost caught a movie but she've training tmr morning soooooooo, we decided not to :( Still, it was a greatday (minus the bad parts duh). Yay! I'm feeling sleepy now I should sleep! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-3710608544767240214?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/3710608544767240214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=3710608544767240214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3710608544767240214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3710608544767240214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/stop.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SGUNwbzTphI/AAAAAAAAACc/86N-ceH_xRI/s72-c/27062008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-4288044187552440860</id><published>2008-06-27T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:09:57.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Your eyes, telling me lies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And making me find myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While you have your agenda, a life to pursue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So please, let me be free from you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people! Tday is a day whereby you can't slack during lessons cause almost everyday I'd chance to draw on my papers but not tday. &amp;amp; the best thing is, Measurement gave me headache! &gt;:( Had work after that and I felt so so so tired. It's a really bad day, to me. I don't know, -stabs. Hahaha but yay tomorrow it's Friday, ONE WEEK OF SCHOOL IS OVER! :D (that means exam is nearing? but another holiday following up hehe). Oh, I think I should bring $5 to school everyday so that I will stop spending money on food. (I withdrew money 3times this week already! D:) But $5 bucks can't fill my tummy, I tried it tday :( &amp;amp; I feel like eating PizzaHut, Ramen, Pasta now, grrr. Xuele asked me to go for a bbq and now I'm thinking of skipping class to go kayaking or sth before the bbq HEHE :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I feel so lousy &amp;amp; terrible cause I wasnt there for my Bestie when she needed me. I'm so horrible, stupid phone why did you die on me????! &gt;:( I hope she'll be fine soon or il be awfully guilty (okay already am!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm forced to fake a smile a laugh, every day of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-4288044187552440860?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/4288044187552440860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=4288044187552440860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4288044187552440860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4288044187552440860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/your-eyes-telling-me-lies-and-making-me.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-5115501003042817381</id><published>2008-06-24T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:12:10.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;These connections are broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people, I think I'm a bad person. Cause I get irritated easily and I roll my eyes. I'm starting to express my unhappiness too easily it's not good 8( Anyway when the lessons get dry you should just take our your pen/pencil and start drawing. Yay, it's been a while. And I've been eating alot (not). I'd chicken bowl &amp;amp; pratas for break ystd and they gave me this, you're eating alot look. I was just hungry! :( &amp;amp; they were teasing me tday, asking whether I need to go to another fc to buy prata again not. Tmd. Hehe food is love but I don't want to spend my hardearn money on it! OH speaking of which, there's this adventure camp I WANT TO GO! But it's estimated to be 185bucks when I used to pay only 50bucks for sports trip :( Slept for hours and I'm lovin' it. Havent had such a good nap! Gonna work every day starting from tomorrow I can so imagine myself worn out. I'm very very hungry too I haven't had dinner, I'm waiting for dinner. Is it even coming &gt;( Sigh, I'm not emo, I'm just nemo's best friend! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-5115501003042817381?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/5115501003042817381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=5115501003042817381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5115501003042817381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5115501003042817381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/these-connections-are-broken-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-5988780072245058107</id><published>2008-06-23T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:02:47.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Stop and Stare&lt;br /&gt;You said you love me but you left me there&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend called to have a talk with me lastnight! Before I'd to go to bed and wake up dreading the new school term. And I enjoyed the talk with her, it reminded me of many things and not forgetting she mentioned some embarrassing moments in my life. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school started and it sucked. After getting back papers it was back to lectures and all lectures were so boring I couldnt even concentrate -.- So anyway, results. So far, I'm fine with my results but can't really get over those 4marks due to carelessness omg if not I could've shut someone's mouth. The bad thing about poly is it's not what I thought it should be. I thought people there won't study, don't give a damn about results but people there can be so bloody competitive and their ego strucks them like anything. Atleast back in SN, no one will laugh at you for doing badly, like how I'd used to be the lowest in class and all and I was proud of it &amp;amp; your friends will just pat your back and say "it's okay I didnt do that well either". (Fine so I did think that the Special class people always laugh at Wisdom cause we were the "coolest" class but they don't point and laugh at you for being stupid! Right, how can I even compare these groups of people haha how silly; it actually shows the civilised and the uncivilised). Okay apparently I just felt kinda insulted for what certain people had commented. Pfffffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class ended early, went to JurongPoint with Cynthia, Huawen &amp;amp; Sookching. Saw Siewleng with .. Caught Get Smart with Cyn&amp;amp;Hw. The show is awesome, like totally! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but something was missing[?])&lt;/span&gt; So go catch it go catch it go catch it if you havent! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go school, it's not gooooooooooooooooood :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-5988780072245058107?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/5988780072245058107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=5988780072245058107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5988780072245058107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5988780072245058107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/stop-and-stare-you-said-you-love-me-but.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-8097236116177020791</id><published>2008-06-21T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:23:34.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SFvniNdfGcI/AAAAAAAAACE/FbSLQiSy1OQ/s1600-h/20062008(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214015568526383554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SFvniNdfGcI/AAAAAAAAACE/FbSLQiSy1OQ/s200/20062008(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay, it isn't that bad right! : D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-8097236116177020791?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/8097236116177020791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=8097236116177020791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8097236116177020791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8097236116177020791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/yay-it-isnt-that-bad-right-d.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OxJ-jqElixs/SFvniNdfGcI/AAAAAAAAACE/FbSLQiSy1OQ/s72-c/20062008(009).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-5388877092595179122</id><published>2008-06-19T22:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:06:22.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The saddest part of the story is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You never knew what you're doing to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, trying to do CT ppt was a failure. We only had a few slides up and those are not even the main points. Damn, we ended up walking around Bugis which was an unfruitful trip for me &gt;( Oh, I'm very embarrassed by my super big notebook. I tried to be proud of it, cause you see, BIG SCREEEEEEN! But I just can't help feeling embarrassed about it especially when some guy came to sit beside us with his mini notebook. It's like half the size of Xuele's (&amp;amp;hers is smaller than mine!) Stop asking me why I got a big notebook, it's really not my choice :( Spent like 15bucks on food tday, Macs, Ntuc &amp;amp; dinner omg :( Anyway when I was on my way home, I saw this woman reading Marley &amp;amp; Me. And hey, that's a nice book! Dyou know I cried damn badly when I was reading the ending. I was wondering why the woman wasnt tearing cause she seemed to be at the last few chapters. Man, what's gonna happen to me when Bobo leaves me :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow's gonna be an exciting day, I think :D Gonna meet Peiqi to get some work done &amp;amp; hopefully, find some nice storybooks in the library. And then, I'm going to Bestie's house in the later evening to have dinner &amp;amp; do some baking maybe. YAYYYYY! I still remember how we tried baking at her house with a microwave and a toaster -.- Don't worry, now she got a real real real conventional oven :D&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (But here's a problem, she bake for him, I bake for who?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept eating and I don't feel full these days! Omg : ( Oh, my sis just ot me 250g of no nuts chocolate chips. yayyyyy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I'm just an insignificant part of your life trying to shine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bullshit. Goldfish is not gold, it doesn't shine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-5388877092595179122?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/5388877092595179122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=5388877092595179122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5388877092595179122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5388877092595179122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/saddest-part-of-story-is-you-never-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-7076599664831311639</id><published>2008-06-19T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T02:15:19.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You change your story just like how you change your clothes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm stupid, I know I am. I know this is the price that I've to pay when I want to be a kid. To be naive and believe in every (good) thing. And I meant, for every single shit things around. That includes believing that Prince Charming &amp;amp; Snow White live happily ever after. Happily Never After, remember? It's better to put everything in the worst situation so when you fall, you won't feel the height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who say I don't believe in forever?&lt;br /&gt;I do, I do believe in forever.&lt;br /&gt;And you're gone, for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having off tomorrow and friday! But I need to do the stupid ppt tomorrow evening : ( I want to spend the day with Bobo. I feel really bad for abandoning her all the time : ( I want to find Bestie too! I miss her : ( And I feel like baking tomorrow. But my house is so free from baking stuff. Ugh, I think the only way I can bake is to buy the premix. So uncool : ( I shall rot to death tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye world, I should sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; be free from you?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-7076599664831311639?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/7076599664831311639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=7076599664831311639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7076599664831311639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7076599664831311639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-change-your-story-just-like-how-you.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-2668778472622021856</id><published>2008-06-18T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:44:20.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So let me get this straight,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say now you loved me all along?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What made you hesitate &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To tell me with words what you really feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, give me something to believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored and tired :( I got home and fell asleep before I bathed. And now that I just bathed, I can't sleep straight away. And I'm starting to think all over again. I don't know what I should do. My heart and my mind are not one &gt;:( Anyway I'm very very very hungry, I only had one meal tday and I shouldnt eat since it's already so late. Pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-2668778472622021856?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/2668778472622021856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=2668778472622021856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/2668778472622021856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/2668778472622021856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-let-me-get-this-straight-say-now-you.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-6221814841402780677</id><published>2008-06-17T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:20:35.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'll give you my heart on a string.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my sis got me my bag already!!!! : D but, she's only coming back next month instead or this week hur this is so so so irritating :( And I think I'm too engrossed in playing DS that I dropped the pen thingy (&amp;amp;lost it) omg I feel so bad :( I'm stuck at this stage it's superb toot :( AND I heard that GM is here omg I don't want to work with her cause work wont be fun anymore :( Finally done the interviewing thingy already, but there's reflection to write ugh :(&lt;br /&gt;SUCKZZZZ. Holiday is ending soon, and we havent started on the ppt yettttt! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Xuele, I know you're reading this. HAHAHA LAME -.- green pau is for you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be true, I'll be useful, I'll be cavalier&lt;br /&gt;I'll be yours, my dear&lt;br /&gt;And I'll belong to you&lt;br /&gt;If you just let me through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-6221814841402780677?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/6221814841402780677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=6221814841402780677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/6221814841402780677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/6221814841402780677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/ill-give-you-my-heart-on-string.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-8475751700890558817</id><published>2008-06-16T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:28:10.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Got me wrapped around your finger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 16th and does it even matter anymore? I'm no longer 16, I'm freaking 18 so freaking old and so everything is long gone. It's funny how hands down was playing just now when I told myself I'll/shall not listen to it as far as possible. But I did loved that song (&amp;amp; still). hardyharhar I don't even know what I'm hoping for. No, I'm not gonna hope for anything else anymore. Dyou know I used to make a wish whenever I see that the time is 11:11PM? But I know, it's not true, the wish doesnt come true. So who the hell lied to me HUR &gt;:( Okay You (whoever's reading) probably think I was foolish enough to believe. I admit, I'm stupid. I just want to be a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; kid plays Super Mario! :D so on a lighter note, I'm at world 6 or 7 already. Hehehohoho. I need to sleep though(&amp;amp; not play) cause I'm working tomorrow morning and be the Super Hero not, Mario. Hahaha, not funneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention? My dad has been bring Bobo to go and pick me up from khatib. Hahaha I think he knows that no one will send me home (that's sad). I'm really glad to see them though, it does make my day a little better :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-8475751700890558817?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/8475751700890558817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=8475751700890558817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8475751700890558817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8475751700890558817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/got-me-wrapped-around-your-finger.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-8589672754828954322</id><published>2008-06-15T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:39:06.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's kinda like a comedy&lt;br /&gt;First you kiss me and then say we're through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I don't know why but I've been updating alot :O Anyway, the LadyBoss baked muffins tday and it was damn damn damn damn damn damn good. Yknw, love? Hahaha I want moreeeee! :( Everything else suckzzzzzzzzz though. There's so many things to deal with, grr. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe you didn't try&lt;br /&gt;I do blame you for every lie&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes, I don't see mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-8589672754828954322?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/8589672754828954322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=8589672754828954322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8589672754828954322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8589672754828954322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-kinda-like-comedy-first-you-kiss-me.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-6308050021035359157</id><published>2008-06-14T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:57:13.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Heart beats slowing, pains are growing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does she love you? That's worth knowing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my life was this song, because songs they never die. I could write for years and years and never have to cry.  I'd show you how I feel; without saying a word I could wrap up both our hearts. I know it sounds absurd :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;I need to keep my mouth shut&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; shut my thoughts too &gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-6308050021035359157?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/6308050021035359157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=6308050021035359157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/6308050021035359157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/6308050021035359157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/heart-beats-slowing-pains-are-growing.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-1819500420418600155</id><published>2008-06-13T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:58:13.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I can't explain what you can't explain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long I'm gonna be stuck for :( It's killllllllllllllling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so tired, I'm gonna sleep soooon! I think my work place is nice cause everyone's nice! :D one of the supervisors bought cereals for me, one big one small! another bought starbucks. Hehe oh and another person got me fried mars bars. The boss cooked rendang for days. Ladyboss bought packets/tins of snacks. Omg all of us love to eat somuch, the store is full or foooooood, YAYYYY. Okay not really yay cause I realised the snacks are more or less finished -.- It's time to topuppppp. I'm feeling hungry now -rubs tummy. Bad thing is, school's gonna start soon &gt;:( I realised there's ppt to do and this interview thingy with green pau. -pulls hairrrrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-1819500420418600155?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/1819500420418600155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=1819500420418600155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/1819500420418600155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/1819500420418600155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-explain-what-you-cant-explain.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-5269910433106314774</id><published>2008-06-10T12:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:31:37.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm the arrow, shot straight to hell&lt;br /&gt;From the bow of William Tell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not so sure If I'm sure of anything anymore Well this is the last night That you'll be keeping Secrets from me Just hit the lights before you leave You know, the million things you had to say Sorry just, just might have found it's way in there Somehow, someway But don't worry sweetie Cause I already know And you're so guilty it's disgusting He's been sneaking underneath your sheets And your hands Have been in places that they probably shouldn't go But don't worry sweetie Cause I already know Regardless if my pictures They don't line your mirror Regardless you know that I'll still wait for your call (this is, this is the last time I still wait for your call)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you be with him? Or was it just a lie? He doesn't catch you like I do And you don't know why You change your clothes and your hair But I can't change your mind Oh, I'm uninvited So unrequited now Words screaming in my head Why did you leave? And I can't stop dreaming Watching you and him When it should have been It should have been me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself here on my side of town I'd pray that you'd come to my door Talk to me like you don't know what we ever fought about Cause I don't remember anymoreI just know that she warms my heart And knows what all my imperfections are &lt;s&gt;And she said that I was the brightest little firefly in her jar&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I can't seem to stop blogging (listening to songs&amp;amp; thinking). This is wht a off day doing to me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-5269910433106314774?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/5269910433106314774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=5269910433106314774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5269910433106314774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5269910433106314774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-im-not-so-sure-if-im-sure-of.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-601012947592211371</id><published>2008-06-10T11:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:59:34.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sick and tired of this world&lt;br /&gt;There's no more air&lt;br /&gt;Tripping over myself, going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, suffocation, no direction&lt;br /&gt;I took a dive and &lt;em&gt;die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'd finally learnt the truth, a fool that I've been. Anyway, for the things you don't care, it's not gonna matter anymore. Everything is changing and nothing's gonna feel the same. I mean We can all pretend, but what's the point when everything has lost it's meaning. &lt;em&gt;(And these words they have no meaning If we cannot find the feeling That we held on to together &lt;s&gt;Try your hardest to remember)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Right now it's all up to me to let go &lt;em&gt;(cause there's beauty in the breakdown). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohno I so happened to chance upon this radio-ish web and it's playing the songs that I listen omg (I dont mean my type of songs but the songs that meant sth kind hardyharrrrr)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-601012947592211371?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/601012947592211371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=601012947592211371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/601012947592211371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/601012947592211371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/sick-and-tired-of-this-world-theres-no.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-4164322363295652312</id><published>2008-06-06T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:04:43.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm sick and tired of this silly game&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that I'm the only one here to blame&lt;br /&gt;It's not me who's been going round slamming doors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like blogging but I don't knw what I should say. Life is boring, Holidays didnt used to feel like this [especially after reading the diary that was written almost exactly a year ago har] :( I'm having muscleaches though, it's a good sign! :D I think it's time to look for the turning point in life. Oh and I do wish I die young haha that's random but I really meant it. My dad just had eye operations! Omg is like quite disheartening, my mum said when he tried to open his eyes, blood will flow out D: I want to make friends with Blood though, hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-4164322363295652312?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/4164322363295652312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=4164322363295652312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4164322363295652312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4164322363295652312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-sick-and-tired-of-this-silly-game.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-4446087227987798170</id><published>2008-06-05T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:27:51.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cross my heart, hope to die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The trouble with love is It can tear you up inside Make your heart believe a lie It's stronger than your pride I swore I'd never love again I swore my heart would never mend Said love wasn't worth the pain But then I hear it call my name This sad story always ends the same Me standing in the pouring rain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you and I could lose it all if you've got no more room inside for me in your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;good day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-4446087227987798170?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/4446087227987798170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=4446087227987798170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4446087227987798170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4446087227987798170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/cross-my-heart-hope-to-die.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-8305693928229047079</id><published>2008-06-05T12:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:52:40.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I want it all or nothing at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will never try to deny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you are my whole life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause if you ever let me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would die, so I wont front&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't need another woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just need your all or nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause if I got that then I'll be straight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby you're the best part of my day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see this is what happens to me when I work with sebas and kama cause they kept singing the same song now it's stuck in me :( anyway it's gonna rain it's gonna rain it's gonna rain! it makes me think of "goodbyes are meant for lonely people standing in the rain and no matter where I go it would be pouring all the same". haha tmd if only you knw how true this is! (it really rains wherever i go hur :C ) I'm hungry! And I'll never eat a donut especially oreo donut (double thanks to you that I need to forget oreo was my love) HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-8305693928229047079?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/8305693928229047079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=8305693928229047079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8305693928229047079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8305693928229047079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-want-it-all-or-nothing-at-all-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-8706148729614455384</id><published>2008-06-04T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:36:49.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's written all over your face;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's such an old song but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should've seen it coming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should've read the signs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I guess it's over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't believe that I'm the fool again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought this love would never end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How was I to know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never told me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop pretending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-8706148729614455384?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/8706148729614455384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=8706148729614455384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8706148729614455384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8706148729614455384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-written-all-over-your-face-its-such.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-7551160958790862746</id><published>2008-05-30T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:41:56.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tried to write a letter in ink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been getting better I think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got a piece of paper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it's empty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no no no, I hate it when he said "babe".&lt;br /&gt;So what's next in life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-7551160958790862746?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/7551160958790862746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=7551160958790862746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7551160958790862746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/7551160958790862746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/05/tried-to-write-letter-in-ink-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-1973962890497449440</id><published>2008-05-29T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:08:51.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you were my friend you should've realised, I'm starting to eat those vege on my salmon bowl D: And then I wonder, why must I study in Bishan Coffee Bean? But fine, I didn't resist/object. So, Accounts is the last paper to go and the most unprepared for now (duh). So be it, I'm prepared to do badly for it since I've no POA background. Makes sense? YES SURE :D but yknw what sucks the most? Last paper tmr, it should be happy hour after that!! butBUT, I'm gonna work like at 12pm. Wth :( Took 265 tday and it's not the same. The StNicks that I saw is not gonna be the same anymore in a few years time too. So for all yknw the red bridge which I took photo at when I was 2 years old would be gone. See, StNicks :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-1973962890497449440?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/1973962890497449440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=1973962890497449440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/1973962890497449440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/1973962890497449440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-you-were-my-friend-you-shouldve.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-4911512929552531603</id><published>2008-05-28T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:02:07.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nobody knows the rhythem of my heart The way I do when I'm lying in the dark You took my hand You showed me how You promised me you'd be around If someone said three years from now You'd be long gone I'd stand up and punch them out Cause they're all wrong and That last kiss I'll cherish Until we meet again And time makes it harder I wish I could remember But I keep your memory You visit me in my sleep My darlin' who knew Let's not pretend like you're alone tonight (I know he's there) You're probably hanging out and making eyes (while across the room, he stares) I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor And ask my girl to dance And she'll say yes Because I dream of his lips on your cheek And I got the point that I should leave you alone But we both know that I'm not that strong And I miss the lips that made me fly Yesterday was hell But today i'm fine without you And all I ever thought you'd be That face is tearing holes in me. And so, Goodbyes are meant for lonely people standing in the rain And no matter where I go it's always pouring all the same These streets are filled with memories Both perfect and in pain :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. It seems like holiday already, yay! 2 more to go to go to go to go! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-4911512929552531603?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/4911512929552531603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=4911512929552531603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4911512929552531603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4911512929552531603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/05/nobody-knows-rhythem-of-my-heart-way-i.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-5405460492915465646</id><published>2008-05-27T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:11:47.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This should have ended with the kiss &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That you left on someone else's lips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Which turned my heart inside out )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I said something, but I really don't know how to.&lt;br /&gt;What is real and what is not? -stabsssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is gonna be early! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-5405460492915465646?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/5405460492915465646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=5405460492915465646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5405460492915465646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/5405460492915465646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-should-have-ended-with-kiss-that.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-3538854485040375098</id><published>2008-05-26T16:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:21:29.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Your love was a lie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to some unforeseen circumstances, my brain was out of order and I only managed to memorise certain points. Hahaha, I hope I managed to get the rest of the points right. And anyway I really feel like quitting but I think I shouldn't cause I need money, big time :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's time to walk out of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-3538854485040375098?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/3538854485040375098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=3538854485040375098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3538854485040375098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3538854485040375098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/05/your-love-was-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-8881603703531803162</id><published>2008-05-24T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:31:27.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever appreciated what I'd done for you? (Oh please don't start saying no, And I'm not gonna list it out) Just look at yourself, how much have I given you? And all you do is make use of me, I'm not a tissue paper please. But ohwells, what can I say, I've got a tough life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-8881603703531803162?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/8881603703531803162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=8881603703531803162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8881603703531803162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/8881603703531803162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/05/have-you-ever-appreciated-what-id-done.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-4165870265564847449</id><published>2008-05-24T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T01:29:43.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Unfaithful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I had a wonderful day. No words to describe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-4165870265564847449?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/4165870265564847449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=4165870265564847449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4165870265564847449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4165870265564847449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/05/unfaithful-i-need-someone-to-make-my.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-4778699905375241442</id><published>2008-05-20T20:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:15:18.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"I will never let another teardrop fall."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my resolution for the year :D Yeah, indeed it's a little late. And so to make it up for that, I should just continue sitting beside Xuele and start laughing during the lesson/throughout the lesson till I pee my pee out, HAHAHAHA. Like seriously OMG we wanted somuch to stop laughing but it took us quite awhile, damnit. So, what's so funny? DA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating. -rubs tummy. I want macs breakfast, McGriddles :D I've been spending all my on food though :( Okay more like I havent been spending money on myself other than food. Tmd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Term tests to be over and I can go outtttttttttttttttttt! Hurry Hurryyyyyy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-4778699905375241442?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/4778699905375241442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=4778699905375241442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4778699905375241442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/4778699905375241442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-will-never-let-another-teardrop-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20526559.post-3834574796078406123</id><published>2008-05-18T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:28:53.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"I don't think I want this anymore," &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As she drops the ring to the floor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She says to herself, "You've left before,"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This time you will stay gone, that's for sure."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked. I'm starting to dread work like seriously, big time. And it was such a relief when I saw Siewmin. Like omg I felt like going over and give her a big hug for appearing at such a good time. Really, you don't know what hell I'm experiencing right now and even though she was there for a couple of minutes only, it helped. But I felt really sad that the moment was so short, like "hello friend why are you leaving me so soon" kind :( Ohwells, sometimes things just go wayyyyyyyyyyy too wrong. ButBUT I pick myself up soon after, I suppose I am strong :D Have been talking to Bestfriend much lately (more than usual) so there, I'm not alone either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I think I love who I am (somehow). My aunt was like saying that I don't even look 18. Yeah I know that cause apparently I don't dress up and I just look like a little kid wearing shorts and going everywhere -.- THIS IS GOOD WHAT RIGHT? Better than putting on layers of mask everyday. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Bestfriend that stupid song is in my head. It's time to study and not time to think of stupid things &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye, I &lt;3 Bobo (She's gonna live as long as I do!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20526559-3834574796078406123?l=04-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/feeds/3834574796078406123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20526559&amp;postID=3834574796078406123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3834574796078406123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20526559/posts/default/3834574796078406123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04-.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-think-i-want-this-anymore-as-she.html' title=''/><author><name>f o u r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12622713606105987067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
