<?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-2788259306737712229</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:09:24.696+08:00</updated><category term='so much to do; so little time'/><category term='empty'/><category term='tired'/><category term='bread and butter cookies and cream cheese oreos with milk. (:'/><category term='UOB'/><category term='random'/><category term='oldies.'/><category term='homeopathy (:'/><category term='of the melody that chimes a-ring-a-ling-ling. 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(:'/><title type='text'>`once upon a december.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788259306737712229.post-6539818299237061530</id><published>2009-08-15T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:34:07.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have moved to www.thefourteenthstreet.wordpress.com 'til further notice. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-6539818299237061530?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6539818299237061530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-moved-to-www.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/6539818299237061530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/6539818299237061530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-moved-to-www.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-1970954511439413512</id><published>2009-07-22T18:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:19:45.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogger's been messing around with me lately so i think this post might turn out looking a teensy bit weird, and very plain. =/&lt;br /&gt;(turns out it's SLIGHTLY better with my dad's com) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, just got back from hanging arnd with dahh. i managed to read like, one slide and she.. well, not sure what she got done. x) darn full! ate waffles after macs even though i was already quite full. *sighs* and and.. why can't convenient locations sell the contacts solution i want? x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really tempted to skip soc day and coms tmr especially since i've like, no more mood to study since thr's only a few lessons to the end of term. boring lessons gives me quite alot of thinking time which even doodling and randomly jotting song lyrics down helps not at all to fill up the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should come up with an exercise regime and stick to it! maybe lack of exercise is what's been making me feel so lethargic recently. o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i've been like, meeting parallel people lately.&lt;br /&gt;he really reminds me of my bro, the way they both speak to me as if i'm a 3year old (that's putting it nicely), gives the same sort of expression and etc.&lt;br /&gt;he reminds me of someone i've never met, but if i ever meet him he might turn out to be like that. not making much sense. x)&lt;br /&gt;oh i forgot about the show thingy too. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw my uncle jogging somewhere really far from his house while i was on the bus! *pei fu*&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should get a pair of glasses just for astig. it's weird sitting in lectures and having your instructors blur up in front of you. -.-&lt;br /&gt;really really hope that fairprice'll stock up on apples soon. i really really miss them. ;(&lt;br /&gt;my addiction for this week is egg sandwich. LOL. bread doesn't really count since i eat bread everyday anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i need a job! like, part time one. i don't think i'm very fussy with regards to what it'll be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone needs charging. and my prepaid needs paying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going off on tangents.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should go get some work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2788259306737712229-1970954511439413512?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1970954511439413512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/bloggers-been-messing-around-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/1970954511439413512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/1970954511439413512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/bloggers-been-messing-around-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-7162315157335843596</id><published>2009-07-18T09:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:12:09.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear Santa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;most misunderstandings arose due to the fact that certain people don't listen completely when i talk. seriously, its like the whole radio ad thing where they do selective listening, and tune out completely for the rest of the conversation. the end result is this mesh of accusations which leaves me confused and in a whole lot of trouble. there's no point in justifying myself, because everything i say will just be seen as made up excuses to get myself out of whatever situation i'm in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;to save myelf, i won't bother speaking unless i have no choice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;moving on to happier things. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-holidays are coming! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-went for the Da Vinci exhibit @ long long last (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-watched HP. [well, the show would've been more enjoyable if certain people showed a little movie etiquette.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*sighs* homework is piling up and i have no motivation. x:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;actually, i don't really know how to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;what the tian is objective function &amp;amp;linear programming?! i'm sure the cher did not mention this in class &lt;em&gt;at all,&lt;/em&gt; o.o" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp;i find watermelon milkshake nice. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-7162315157335843596?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7162315157335843596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/most-misunderstandings-arose-due-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/7162315157335843596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/7162315157335843596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/most-misunderstandings-arose-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-458433999581901497</id><published>2009-07-17T09:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:22:26.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed ttm'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;life sucks when your mum's been &lt;strong&gt;poisoning &lt;/strong&gt;your dad's mind against you. aka sabo-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;seriously, for a supposedly "objective" person, he is annoyingly biased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sure, my attitude is lousy (this i agree. i do have this &lt;em&gt;itsy bitsy&lt;/em&gt; rebellious streak that resulted from constant repression.);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sure, my bro's "over-pampering" me (trust me, this is WAY untrue. he's just nicer than usual when my parents are around. -.-) ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sure, i'm being what, girly?! (since when is that a crime? &amp;amp;btw, in case no one has noticed, i &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; a girl. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. i strongly detest being accused of something i didn't do/say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. fine, i might have done/said it, but the version he has is so &lt;em&gt;obscenely distorted&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. and since there is that &lt;em&gt;slight&lt;/em&gt; truth to it, i can't completely deny it either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. then again, what's the point of arguing when i can't win?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. everything boils down to: &lt;strong&gt;respect&lt;/strong&gt;. "i'm your *inserts parental figure here*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's getting harder and harder so i'm just starting to ignore. i used to love it when my dad gets home coz my mum gets really *censored* when my dad's away. but now my dad's being a right *censored* towards me and it gets awfully tiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;there's like, this gradual mental erosion that's ever so wearing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there's one other thing i don't really understand either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how does "you're in uni now, that means you're an adult/mature"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;equate with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"no you're only 17, you're not allowed to stay out too late/stay over/ go out"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank goodness i don't really like to go out.. much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dang my hopeless optimism that things will be different each time i ask &amp;amp;dang my conscience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i need someone to talk to. rahhs. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(here's when i go back to missing *inserts name here* .)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;does anyone want to move out with me or let me move in with them when i'm like, i dunno, legal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-458433999581901497?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/458433999581901497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-sucks-when-your-mums-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/458433999581901497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/458433999581901497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-sucks-when-your-mums-been.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-4069019924297112003</id><published>2009-07-12T11:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:45:44.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s just too bad;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i've been so busy lazy cranky sleepy -- well, generally in too much of a 'can't be bothered' mood to update about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i suppose this blog got rather stagnant ever since i started my first semester at uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UNI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, it seemed like forever away. being a one step at a time sort of person, it seemed almost an entire flight of stairs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yet here i am now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;felt slightly nostalgic for some time.&lt;br /&gt;not exactly for my secondary school days or anything (though i do miss it) but perhaps for a time i didn't appreciate enough or perhaps took for granted.&lt;br /&gt;so when it suddenly hit me that i've lost something that i'll perhaps never have again, or even if i do, for that short moment have the privvy to, *shrugs* have another chance (?), it'll never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;heck.&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;no longer the same.&lt;br /&gt;well, to me, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not one for regrets.&lt;br /&gt;i'll live with the choices i've made, whether or not the outcome has been desirable. i mean, since i don't have a time machine, there's nothing i can do about it anymore, so why not just deal with it? it's so much easier than slowly drowning in a pool of 'what ifs' and 'if onlys'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i've since learnt to move on; to let go. (:&lt;br /&gt;perhaps what i've missed wasn't you, per se, but more of your constant presence.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm fine now, at least for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;sure, sometimes my heart feels as if it's playing heavy metal in my chest,&lt;br /&gt;but i'll move on &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;thank you for everything you have given me. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&amp;amp;i'll miss you,&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;life can be a myriad of colours if only you knew where to look;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SllgJgMiuPI/AAAAAAAAAII/Pmlwg8Bh1pU/s1600-h/3002550269_2214a553dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357418948111546610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SllgJgMiuPI/AAAAAAAAAII/Pmlwg8Bh1pU/s320/3002550269_2214a553dd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;here i finish another subchapter in my life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-4069019924297112003?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4069019924297112003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-so-busy-lazy-cranky-sleepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/4069019924297112003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/4069019924297112003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-so-busy-lazy-cranky-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SllgJgMiuPI/AAAAAAAAAII/Pmlwg8Bh1pU/s72-c/3002550269_2214a553dd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788259306737712229.post-8429787156538845739</id><published>2009-06-22T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:46:41.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distracted;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;here i go again on and on without stopping to think about what's next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;it's just this weird feeling i have that that's the way it'll be, yet looking at things now i can't help but think that i have this over over over active imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;we've known each other awhile yet i can't say i know you at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i can't tell if it's coz i haven't cared enough or it's coz you haven't said enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;but maybe one day we'll see, and maybe one day i'll say, maybe one day'll be the day i'll ask you to please take me away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-8429787156538845739?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8429787156538845739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-i-go-again-on-and-on-without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/8429787156538845739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/8429787156538845739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-i-go-again-on-and-on-without.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-2773373712159657533</id><published>2009-06-09T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:19:08.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deal with it;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;does it matter how well we do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we achieve, we work, we grow old, we die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;does it matter if we never find love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we love, we marry, we grow old, we die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i suppose the significance is in the process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i don't want a poor, painful process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i don't want a sad, lonely process either.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yet the one thing in common is the end point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sometimes i think i lag behind; i'm always too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;too late to realise what i want, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so late that what's left is a memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a memory that's only a figment of my fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sometimes i just want to do what i want, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sometimes i just want me to be for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-2773373712159657533?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2773373712159657533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/does-it-matter-how-well-we-do-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/2773373712159657533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/2773373712159657533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/does-it-matter-how-well-we-do-we.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-3067725069804364293</id><published>2009-04-19T12:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:41:09.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so much to do; so little time'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i have super good news! :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was awake for the entire chinese mass!&lt;/strong&gt; :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;fine, i know i'm&lt;em&gt; supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be awake anyway.. but i only had like, 3hrs+ of sleep! coz i was killing my eyes by msging in the dark and causing my fingers to cramp something silly. x.x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but i usually can't help nodding off even if i sleep at 12+! o: so i think it's a huge achievement for me. (((: seriously, i can't wait for my bro to be confirmed so we can attend english masses. (: though i didn't sleep in mass, i was like, uber zonked out after, being more antisocial than usual and kinda rude to auntie with my short, monosyllabic answers. x.x sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;what was i doing yesterday...? *thinks hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OH. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;decided not to go for the bbq. like, a finalised decision. x) then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i was at gran's before meeting 'nez at causeway to repair her phone! *happy* haha.. haven't talked to her properly in years! o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;repairing the phone turned out to be super fast! like, we didn't even have to wait long! haha.. so we walked, and walked, and walked around for ages waiting for jelly to come. LOL. he was super cartoon.. point is, he should have just asked me how to get to woodlands from east coast. XD but for some reason, he doesn't seem to trust my sense of direction. x.x come to think of it.. no one seems too. X.X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OH. (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;psycho-ed jelly into getting the zombie shirt too! (you should have seen his face when he first saw it. -.- ) haha.. 'nez bought one as well! (: i also got one for my dad coz he wanted after noticing how cute mine was! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;then:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we ate dinner at macs. haha.. i think i was being annoying, talking non-stop during dinner. x) but it was like, neither of them seemed to want to talk after i stopped! *shrugs* so.. -justifying my actions- XD anyway, it was fun recounting camp to 'nez. at least.. fun for me. (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and both of them seemed intent on taking unglam pics of me. *sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh, is there really something wrong with my expressions?! O.O!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;both of them walked me home.. and sat.. for awhile. it's like, 3 of us and my mum were around the dining table with this bowl of chips my mum insisted they eat, with my mum talking to them (kind of) and me like, way silent (uber out of character). gosh, awkward much?! the atmosphere was like, *cold*, with me wanting to *faint*. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sort of scheduled a "bestie day". LOL. may we last long. XD (editted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dahh &amp;amp;etc are going to start school tomorrow. x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i can't wait til schl starts too! o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;feels unwell again. *sad*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'll be strong. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-3067725069804364293?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3067725069804364293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-super-good-news-ddd-i-was-awake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/3067725069804364293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/3067725069804364293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-super-good-news-ddd-i-was-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-7618921719443069085</id><published>2009-04-18T08:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T08:49:57.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forget it.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;sometimes, i feel really alone in this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;gosh, now it sounds like i'm this self-centered jerk, where everything is about " me me me me me", about my wants, my needs, my problems. ME. ah, whatever. the one person i felt i could pour out my problems to has found a new life and seems perfectly happy there. so.. he's not here anymore. doesn't come and visit either. i suppose he's probably sick of me dumping my issues on him, so i don't blame him, really. i'd do the same if i were him. but it still hurts, okay. *sad face*&lt;br /&gt;i acknowledge the fact that i'm superficial, insecure, have low self esteem, and etc. it's depressing enough to list them when i'm in a perfectly good mood, but when i'm being emo-ish... *rolls eyes*, enough is enough. i also realise that my good points won't even fill up the fingers on &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; hand. see, i'm realistic. i'm open to criticism. maybe not so open to improving myself and re-inventing my life. i mean, it's easy enough to go, "hey! you're not as *inserts comment* as you think you are, have higher self esteem!". by the way, please don't patronise me. oh, and in case no one has noticed, it's not as easy to tell my insecurity, "hey! you have issues, be more secure!"&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of being responsible &lt;s&gt;most of&lt;/s&gt; all the time. (yes, it's back to me &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. believe me, i noticed. have you noticed the number of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;s in this post already?!) sometimes i'm just tired. tired of being me. tired of giving in. tired of never winning any arguments because a) i start crying when i'm angry and the other party will think that i feel sad and have already acknowledged i'm in the wrong and b) by the time i come up with a comprehensive argument, it seems petty to bring it up again. tired of never fighting for what i want because of *inserts numerous reasons i have come up with*, regardless of whether or not they are valid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;someone should just lock me up in a chest together with the key and forget all about me. literally. it would just hurt all the more if it wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i don't cry anymore; i try not to cry anymore. i just hold the tears all in; force myself to hold them in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;sooner or later, i'll drown in my own tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;sometimes, i feel that no one really knows me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-7618921719443069085?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7618921719443069085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-i-feel-really-alone-in-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/7618921719443069085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/7618921719443069085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-i-feel-really-alone-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-4415249243585448032</id><published>2009-04-17T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:50:03.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oldies.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'm tired! haha.. and i feel rather queasy. x.x maybe it's coz of all the liquid i drank today: coke, gloria jean's coffee, rose syrup. and the junk i ate: LJS (aka fried, heaty things), 2 cookies which were courtesy of jelly. (: (yes, i know i said i didn't want to eat them. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bleh, my mind's kinda scattered right now. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;woke up uber early to go to the market with my mum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hurried to get ready and thought i was going to be late. o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;turns out i was 5min early, jelly even earlier, ah gor and dahh late, late (coz they went together. XD).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;watched &lt;strong&gt;17 again&lt;/strong&gt;. (: i think it's a dang funny show. (((: cinema was &lt;em&gt;super cold&lt;/em&gt;! o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'nez tried persuading us to go for speech day which we ended up not gg. x) but she had to rush off after it so we wouldn't have been able to talk to her much anyway. i think JC people are so busy they don't have time to entertain people like me who have nothing to do all day. *sad* heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sat at GJC for.. a rather long time. ah gor was sianz-ed for awhile. *bops his head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;met ah gor's "sister". XD he's fun-sized, like me! (: LOLLOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;walked to far east to take a bus to amk. was starting to feel lousy, so i kinda stone-d on the bus. x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;walked around amk hub; ate at foodcourt; ah gor left early coz he wasn't well; i cab-ed home. (well, something like that.) x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i was kinda late home, but my parents oddly didn't really comment much about it. i wasn't even nagged about washing my hair late! o: *feels weird*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i've been going out like, uber alot lately. i think i went out like, everyday this week. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and i still want to go for B &amp;amp;J's free cone day and sing K! *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;though i know i should save, i've been splurging on alot of unnecessary things. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'll really pull up my socks and start to seriously prepare for lessons. *serious face* really! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the next time you say it doesn't matter, that you don't have to eat, i'll refuse to eat 'til we find food for you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;btw, i'm so over you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-4415249243585448032?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4415249243585448032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-tired-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/4415249243585448032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/4415249243585448032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-tired-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-3597555861670383252</id><published>2009-04-14T13:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:31:15.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no room for distractions. o:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;withdrew from SP yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LOL. walked around for a while trying to look for some centre when i reached, but since i was like, super near fc3, i ended up looking for jelly and ah gor first. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sat with jelly and a few others, watching them eat. haha.. the grouchy guy from disco night was there too, going on about my slow-ness again. x) i think he's quite funny.. LOLLOL. kinda contradicting right?! *shrugs* (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ended up back at the ssc again, where it turned out i could withdraw there. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;since i had nothing better to do, i took a bus to bukit batok just for the heck of it, and just to sit on a bus. heh, not sure why, but i think i'm suddenly into long, long bus rides (858, 969, 168, 966, etc.) XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;met ah gor at cw to eat ice cream! ;D i think the original mcflurry still tastes the best. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;felt feverish and headache-y when i got home. x.x think it's all the junk i've been eating. o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pei-ed ah ma to get her eyes checked just now. she has.. cataract or something. O.O going with her to see a specialist tomorrow.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;please let her be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bought my textbooks as well: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SeQp9nHMv_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/SqVgz3Wqgog/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324426797906706418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SeQp9nHMv_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/SqVgz3Wqgog/s320/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;no prizes for guessing my favourite textbook cover. (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;haha.. there were alot of covers to choose from! as in.. for that particular book. and these books are only for my first semester. *faints* x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;it's weird, this feeling of missing you when you're not there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;it's insane, even more so coz you don't seem to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;at least not anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-3597555861670383252?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3597555861670383252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/withdrew-from-sp-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/3597555861670383252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/3597555861670383252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/withdrew-from-sp-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SeQp9nHMv_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/SqVgz3Wqgog/s72-c/DSC00174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788259306737712229.post-3701715064536637420</id><published>2009-04-09T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:50:46.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time will tell. (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;6/4, mon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;went to orchard to exchange my shorts; bought contacts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;7/4, tues:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;eldoras's outing! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;met jelly at woodlands before going together. haha.. i think we're super cartoon. x) apparently we both reached early, but didn't tell each other, so we ended up self-entertaining ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;met the others at clarke quay before going to mind cafe to play board games. LOL. i think the most fun was mass taboo. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;8/4, wed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;met ah gor at parkway to get my prepaid card. (: zzz.. all he had to do was show his IC while i ended up $40+ dollars poorer. x.x haha.. sat for ages while he tried to teach me how to top up the card. i think i'm like uber blur.. x) anyway, my replies are not as lag anymore right?! (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;walked around a little while waiting for 'nez to come.. she took the wrong bus. -.- joker.. x) oh wells. the two of us ate at macs while ah gor went to search for vegetarian food. heh, we chit chat-ed for ages since it took me forever to finish my food. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;msg-ed for about an hour plus before sleeping.. late. o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9/4, thurs (today):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;woke up at 4+ to wake bro up for school and watch him eat his breakfast before falling asleep again. ungrateful ninconpoop didn't allow me to try his cereal! o: *bops his head* LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;woke up a second time at.. some time. x) rushed through breakfast coz dad insisted on leaving for the airport at 10. zzz... -.- finally bought my gummy bears at T3, but there was like nothing else to see there, so it was rather sianz. shared lunch with mum before train-ing to tampines. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;met jelly at the station. (: it was a chance meeting okay.. LOLLOL. though my mum doesn't seem to believe it and kinda kept harping on it. o.o heh, anyway, we walked around together for awhile before splitting from my parents. they seriously walk uber fast. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;went to causeway after, coz mum wanted to get some shirts for dad. or was it coz dad wanted to get some shirts for dad? O.O ah, whatevs. dad got some new shirts. (: haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it's really weird, but sometimes i feel as if we're like the Adam's family. x)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;-two slightly more than strangers on opposite sides of a canyon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-3701715064536637420?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3701715064536637420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/64-mon-went-to-orchard-to-exchange-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/3701715064536637420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/3701715064536637420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/64-mon-went-to-orchard-to-exchange-my.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-2979766196930057100</id><published>2009-04-04T15:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:21:56.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of the melody that chimes a-ring-a-ling-ling. (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i went for the weekend activity briefing yesterday! saw eldoras's daddy at the bridge holding a sign while on the phone with dahh. haha.. he kept pointing at me and mouthing something, looking rather fierce. since i thought he was scolding me for being late, i just scurried on my way. it turned out he was bored and was asking me to &lt;em&gt;go there&lt;/em&gt;. LOL. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the briefing wasn't really fun.. i was in this mini group where no one seemed enthu. anyway, i had to do forfeit for the mass game. &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;! -.- oh well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;went to fc3 with a few of them and got a drink. heh, i was being totally antisocial, furiously msging away. x) almost got lost on the way to the station to stone while waiting for dahh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;went to eat at vivo (we finally decided on this location after&lt;em&gt; forever&lt;/em&gt;), but ended up not staying and shopping there! o: not sure why, but i feel that all i've seen of vivo lately is superdog, cold storage, candy empire, toilet. full stop. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we train-ed to bedok to meet ah gor to sing K after. thank you for the.. subsidy! haha.. x) yes, i know my singing really doesn't meet the mark, but ah gor's sis &amp;amp;friend have uber nice voices! x.x left early while dahh stayed behind and hung around with ahgor for..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; awhile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. *inserts impish grin* LOLLOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you know how people usually miss their stop? i actually went off the bus one stop early! rahhs. *bops my lousy sense of direction* the good thing is i wasn't late home. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- truly, i won't blame you if you don't wish to wait. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-2979766196930057100?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2979766196930057100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-went-for-weekend-activity-briefing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/2979766196930057100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/2979766196930057100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-went-for-weekend-activity-briefing.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-8126256873530629714</id><published>2009-04-02T11:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:46:04.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t give up on your love. (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SdQ3SLqNgiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TrfHSTJCD-M/s1600-h/Amazing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319937845338407458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SdQ3SLqNgiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TrfHSTJCD-M/s320/Amazing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;there was a little girl who lost her heart somewhere along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if you manage to find it,  please teach her to love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-8126256873530629714?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8126256873530629714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-never-gave-her-chance-to-give-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/8126256873530629714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/8126256873530629714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-never-gave-her-chance-to-give-him.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SdQ3SLqNgiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TrfHSTJCD-M/s72-c/Amazing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788259306737712229.post-2271507362537772874</id><published>2009-04-01T13:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:46:38.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go ELDORAS. :D'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i shall blog about camp! :D&lt;br /&gt;or at least what i remember about it. :DDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's going to be quite long, so don't read if you're not interested. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;day 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;waited for dahh at dover. haha.. i was being super random and trying to see if i could spot her cab which i obviously couldn't coz i'm a blind person. x)&lt;br /&gt;got into ELDORAS *inserts cheer here*. :D&lt;br /&gt;bus-ed to the campsite where we played games. ate, and more games. :D&lt;br /&gt;it was like, morning by the time the night activities were over. LOL. and i didn't know i couldn't walk in a straight line. O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;day 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;went back to SP.&lt;br /&gt;lunch was super funny! haha.. we had to feed each other. i gave like, a pile of my rice to ah mei beforehand (i'm so smart, coz they tied our hands). x) so.. jelly had to feed me, while i fed ah gor. i kept dropping rice and ingredients all over the place coz his vegetarian food was so full! (fine, it's coz i'm a messy person) and i was laggy in feeding him coz i stone when i chew. so super sorry! x) can you imagine someone looking at you with this super ke lian face waiting for you to feed? i'm such a slowpoke and he chews so fast! D: *inserts paiseh face* LOLLOL. and jelly claims i spit out abit of my food after putting it in my mouth. *humphs* do not! haha.&lt;br /&gt;played water games after that! my fave was the one where we had to go into the pool. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;oh, we had nightwalk that night! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;was chatting chatting throughout most of the first horror movie to jelly. actually, i think i was chatting chatting to him through most of the movies?! LOL. think i kinda bored him to death but i was getting more and more hyper. and he looked so tired! *bops my head for being evil* heh.. after it was his turn to go do the walk, i started to seriously watch shutter. i like, screamed everytime i saw the ghost appear. -.- yes, i know i'm very diu ren. and there was this super cute guy in front of me who kept hiding his face everytime he heard the sinister music. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;turns out the guy lying next to me sleeping was my partner! haha.. he was from dahh's group. gosh, and he was like, still blur from sleep when we started to walk! -scary-&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda creeped out by the corridor, so i grabbed his arm and went something like, "i don't care, i grab your hand, kay? i'm scared i'll get scared." he let me grab his arm for awhile before going, "eh, i not scared you like that will make me scared." then i was all, "fine, i don't hold! i'm not scared!" all the while still super freaked out! x)&lt;br /&gt;i think somewhere along the first scare we took each others hands again? *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;there was once we were pointed to a lift which we were supposed to take. LOL. it was so ominous! anyway, the lift moved; door opened; someone screamed; we were indicated to stay in the lift; doors closed; lift moved; doors opened. i went (idiotically)," hey, this looks like where we went in from." and it totally was. -.-&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we were supposed to go into the toilet to find a lightstick for the first station.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, it was supposed to be &lt;strong&gt;lipstick&lt;/strong&gt;, but some group kope-d it earlier. no matter. (((: hahaha.. i was all, "if it's in the toilet bowl, no way i'm taking it." XD&lt;br /&gt;and on our way out, there were like people grabbing at my legs and back so i obviously screamed. and my partner was like, "scream for what, also not scary." easy for him to say, no one tried grabbing &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;! when the toilet door opened on the other side, i was all (idiotically again), "hey, you look like the guy from the other door!", before lagging a little and realising that there were two doors for that toilet. x) heh, yes, i'm a toot.&lt;br /&gt;we were getting like, scared along the way by the cscc people (people who know me enough know that i scream when i get shocked) and my partner said something like, "can you please not scream?" *sniffs* i ended up biting my finger the whole walk trying not to scream.&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to light a candle and close the dead body's eyes for the second station. (: as we were walking there, my partner kept playing with the lighter, totally freaking me out. o: haha.. we almost walked past the station coz everything was so dark. when we realised that the "dead body" was a live person i went like, "hey! let's just wait for her to blink" LOLLOL. thing is, she kept moving her head after that, and didn't want to blink! haha.. that made it hard to close her eyes too. -.- she surprisingly didn't try to grab my hands or anything, and we thought that was that. as we were walking away, the mourners waved a cover at us and told us to cover the coffin! D: &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; was when she jumped up. sorry partner, it was too sudden. i screamed. XD&lt;br /&gt;it was quite alright after that, except for those times we had to go through doors where we couldn't see what lay ahead, and weren't sure if the stairs were going upwards or downwards. *eeps* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;when we saw a normal person after ages, we were like, "hey, let's just go I LOVE CSCC and get it over and done with." x) but it turned out we were done! O.O&lt;br /&gt;all in all, it was a uber fun, albeit uber scary walk. (((: [i'm not a sadist kay, but i really enjoyed myself -.-"] heex.&lt;br /&gt;sat on the road til around 6+ in the morn waiting for everyone to be done, chatting about our experiences. my partner was fine, but i was super envious of those who had partners who offered their hands and let them scream and even screamed with them! :D LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fell asleep waiting to shower. when i got back, dahh and her friend just woke up, so ended up following them to the shower again. haha.. managed to get 5min sleep though it felt like forever while stoning there. x) went back and nap-ed for a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;day 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we had games, i think. oh yeah! there was a chair sitting, water spraying one. :D the fooseball thingy was tiring! coz the guys shoulders were so high up i couldn't reach. heh.&lt;br /&gt;it was followed by campfire. gosh, i was like, super exhausted during the campfire that i kept nodding off. but i forced myself awake when it came to nic's turn. GO ELDORAS! haha.. he looked super hot can. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;went to have some cocktail thingy after, before we were brought to where they had prepared "something special" for us. LOL. it turned out to be a disco. -.- thankfully i found dahh before that, or else i would have been emo-ing alone in there forever. (in case you don't get it, i &lt;strong&gt;don't dance&lt;/strong&gt;. full stop.) haha.. we went out halfway to drink water and ended up sitting around random-ing to andrew and jelly and getting vandalised. and getting suan-ed (well, me, mostly). XD&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what time we went back, but we were still talking at 4+, i think. nap-ed before showering. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;day 4:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;performance; thank yous; camp Ts; pictures; break camp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ohoh! saw this other camp going on at the same time, and i was uber, uber, uber thankful i didn't sign up for it. :D&lt;br /&gt;subway with dahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;heh, i've been typing for so long, i'm too lazy to go into anymore details. x) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but i kind of miss camp. *inserts roar*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;thank you CSCC for organising such a wonderful camp. (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;had a super cute mummy :D and a kinda toot daddy. o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;glad we met and bonded as a group. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;* now i want to complain about two people who dao-ed me to gossip to each other about me. x) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;-had the time of my life. (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-2271507362537772874?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2271507362537772874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-shall-blog-about-camp-d-or-at-least.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/2271507362537772874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/2271507362537772874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-shall-blog-about-camp-d-or-at-least.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-7789981581674383373</id><published>2009-03-22T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:40:24.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new loves(:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;lalala, pictures from friday. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/ScUQ3W9xE8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/UuaQ6SWY6Yc/s1600-h/DSCN0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315673478424236994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/ScUQ3W9xE8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/UuaQ6SWY6Yc/s320/DSCN0647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;^ ice-skating place in the middle of nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/ScUQ3C5Ax2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/qiBYp3cQQGg/s1600-h/DSCN0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315673473035585378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/ScUQ3C5Ax2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/qiBYp3cQQGg/s320/DSCN0664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;^ you can't tell but i had a blister from the skates and 'nez's feet hurt like crazy. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/ScUQ2kd9LlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/741OPNqQk-c/s1600-h/DSCN0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315673464869039698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/ScUQ2kd9LlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/741OPNqQk-c/s320/DSCN0662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;^ zilian. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/ScUQ2KwQSYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rmSuO28TusM/s1600-h/DSCN0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315673457966467458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/ScUQ2KwQSYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rmSuO28TusM/s320/DSCN0661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;^ look at the camera! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;spent like, uber loads of money that day. um, we had to cab there coz we missed the shuttle bus and the next one was at like, 4+?! haha.. we sat in the cab for ages when we reached coz i thought the driver was going to send us further and he was waiting for us to pay. XD oh well, assume-ing makes an ass out of U &amp;amp;me. LOLLOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;walked around a little and went to eat at this indonesian buffet thingy. saw a pair of shoes that i liked, but the smallest size was too big for me! D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bus-ed to DG after. heh, at the end of the day, i ended up the one not getting/finding the things i need/want. &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. *inserts frustrated roar* (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dahh should bring me shopping. (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TO-DO LIST.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- finish and submit application (stop procrastinating!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- pack for camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- sign indemnity form&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- buy small bottles of soap &amp;amp;shampoo (anything else i need for camp?! o.o )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- buy new clothes (tops, shorts [super require this])&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- buy new shoes (flats, sneakers, heels(?), etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- buy bm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- save money. (((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- stop being so vain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- be decisive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;em&gt;remember my to-do list&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*not sure why, but i think there's something wrong with that list.. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; is my new (second) favourite colour. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2788259306737712229-7789981581674383373?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7789981581674383373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/lalala-pictures-from-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/7789981581674383373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/7789981581674383373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/lalala-pictures-from-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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/_GgGKzBJfcwo/ScUQ3W9xE8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/UuaQ6SWY6Yc/s72-c/DSCN0647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788259306737712229.post-530296670154119611</id><published>2009-03-19T23:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:54:15.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scholarship'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i know i'm supposed to be writing my essay now, but.. i have no inspiration! so i might as well blog about today before i forget. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;hoho, i wasn't late today. (: dahh and i reached at the same time, exactly on time at dover station. oh well, to think i thought i was going to be early. *shrugs* went for the cscc camp briefing, though it was more like a games session kinda thing. i was like, super unlucky and had to do all three mass forfeits. it was uber embarrasing! *face turns strawberry red* XD haha. the worse was the third one! i can't rmb what it was called.. but for dahh's forfeit group, the girl had to lie down while the guy had to do pumping over her. they were like, in a cross position so it was still okay overall i suppose. the pair with two guys was kinda disturbing coz they were directly on top of each other, but in opposite directions.. something like that anyway. LOL. do you even get it? no matter anyhow. (: for mine, all of us had to cram in a circle, alternating guy and girl. THEN we had to sit down. they guy behind me didn't want to bend down enough for me to sit, while to guy in front sat heavily down on my left leg! but my poor right leg was the one that was uber, uber tired and was like, stiff when i walked after. doesn't make sense either, right? but it's my leg and i don't make sense usually so, no matter again. (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the entire thing took only 1 1/2 hour, but it felt like forever! they're going to take away our poor phones during the camp, and there's apparently going to be &lt;em&gt;campsite camping&lt;/em&gt;?! *ominous cloud of dread descends upon me* HAHA. all i can do is pray like crazy that i have fun and make loadsa new friends. x) introductions today were really pointless. i forgot everyone's names the moment we went a round. *bops my rubbish memory*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bus-ed to bb after and ate at mos. i didn't want to eat at mos. x) *inserts complaint here* LOL. but it was quite nice, i suppose. there was this uber, uber, uber cute kid there who kept smiling at dahh and didn't want to swallow his food. (: walked around after, and dahh was the one who spent money.. again. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, i think i'm this seriously guai pushcart worker, coz walking around, i saw one playing maple and a few gossiping. -.- all i do is sit there and stone. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;went to JP to meet the fam and watch the witch mountain movie. it was.. okay? i mean, it was like, totally weird that the guy didn't have to pump petrol &lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt; the entire movie! the taxi fare wa like, a few hundred dollars, and that was only one way! the distance should have been quite far.. right? haha.. anyhow, it was rather entertaining i suppose. and i don't like GV. their seats are so small! how can a person with a big butt like mine sit down comfortably?! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;have you ever tried eating buffet when you're not hungry? like, &lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt;. it's torture! haha.. but the food was quite yummy, except for the unagi that was spoilt. ew. i mean, if even i can taste something wrong with it, there's something wrong with it. x) it was around halfway through that i discovered The Crab. HAHA. so yummy! (((: played R-O-C-K ROCK while gorging down food (especially crab!). :D it's been ages since we had so much, so much fun together. :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;by the way, i'm seriously not trying to be stupid! zzz. and so many people want to check practically all my O level papers. insane! XD haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i decided to buy this hp strap thingy just for something to buy. &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; bought the grey denim shorts i wanted at fairpriceextra but decided against it at like, the last moment. LOL. it was seriously at the last moment coz my dad was going to pay for it already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that's about what happened today.. i think. well.. it's yesterday by now already. x) ah well, whatevs. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;would i get rich if i fan-ed myself with money?! o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-530296670154119611?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/530296670154119611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-im-supposed-to-be-writing-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/530296670154119611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/530296670154119611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-im-supposed-to-be-writing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-8400713552667507612</id><published>2009-03-17T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:22:00.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someone wacky this way comes. (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;can't really remember what i've been up to last week so i shall not bother. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;anyway, went to enrol at SP yesterday. we were supposed to meet at 11, but we were both late. heh, i'm cultivating a really, really bad habit. XD when i reached there, there was practically no one compared to last week, so enrolment was a breeze. called dahh to see where she was since i didn't want to walk through all the cca clubs and etc by myself coz i already had firsthand experience of what to expect but ended up arranging to meet her at bugis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the people from CLS were really.. outspoken? not sure why, but i didn't feel comfortable with them. *shrugs* signed up for their day tour though i didn't really want to. maybe i won't go. x) thank goodness i already signed up for the CSCC camp, and since it clashed with practically the rest of them, i had a good excuse to get out of them. (: the student union guy amazingly remembers me. haha. crapped a little with the CSCC people after that, and these two guys were trying to get me to join their extra cca or something.. (please, the pool stick is prolly taller than me! XD) was at the debating club booth after, and there was this super nice and friendly guy trying to get me to join their tribal nonsense. he was like, dang funny. LOL. i felt really bad and guilty but decided not to go. msged him though i was suppose to call coz i was super ps. x) had an easy time at the sports booth after insisting i really didn't like sports. thank goodness i didn't meet the "live longer" guy from last week. *whew* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;was bombarded by a few guys promoting their ccas when i was walking the aisle thingy. the first guy seemed to have a never ending list of things to say, and there were already a few other guys queuing behind him. haha. they crapped a little and started showing me magic tricks for fun though they kept insisting it had nothing to do with their cca and well, it didn't. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;just realised majority of the people i talked to were guys. o.o *shrugs* mabye poly just has alot of guys? LOL. kept forgetting my admission number though i must have written it like, a million times. x) enrolment today actually seemed.. fun. haha.. maybe it's coz everyone seemed more enthu somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;late meeting dahh. we went to eat at this super ex place and i ended up broke and really, really, really, full coz i didn't want to waste food. i could seriously feel my stomach expanding with every bite! serious! o: went to walk around bugis junction after, then went pushcart shopping! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dahh bought two watches but i didn't buy a single thing! so i was like, super sad. x) i uber dislike walking into shops where i know there are things i like but won't be able to afford! haha. oh well, i shall work hard, earn loadsa money then i'll be able to get loadsa things in the future! (((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LOL. thing is, we totally missed the whole point of our shopping trip since we both ended up without new clothes. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;going to get really busy soon, what with the camp next week. rahhs, can't help but wonder if my mum's going to jack me about the hk trip. actually, i think she is. she always gets my hope up for something then ends up ps-ing me. oh wells. have to have to finish up my scholarship application soon too! gotta stop procrastinating. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-by the rivers of babylon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-8400713552667507612?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8400713552667507612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-really-remember-what-ive-been-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/8400713552667507612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/8400713552667507612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-really-remember-what-ive-been-up.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-1657094881684594340</id><published>2009-03-09T13:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:53:14.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sing a song of sixpence.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there's something odd with the day and time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2/3 mon:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;went to visit my ahma where my money got rejected. -.- so i ended up pigging out on chicken wings and some japanese snack thingy while watching alvin and the chipmunks with cuz. went home early to cook dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3/3 tue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ended up with a sorethroat from pigging out the day before. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;went to chongpang market in the morn with my mum. i couldn't believe how expensive the clothes, shoes &amp;amp;etc were selling in the market! i thought things were gonna be like, cheap coz aunties shop there and all, but *shrugs*. now i know better. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;think we went to buy a printer after that... and i installed it when we got back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4/3 wed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;went to school with fion and ended up collecting only our certs coz they didn't have the express people's testi. *rolls eyes* what a waste of my time. oh and when i was sitting at the bus stop waiting for her and wondering if i should go and look for mrK, who should walk out of the school gate but mrK! O.O LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;went to ttsh after to buy i forgot what. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and i almost forgot. i removed my extensions that night. i dropped enough hair to make a mini wig for a baby and my hair reverted back to a thinner version of pre-extension &lt;strong&gt;yuck&lt;/strong&gt;. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5/3 thur:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;forgot what i did, but went taka after. since there was time, taka being such a boring place, i went back to school to get my temp. testi. bought my bro a wallet on the way which he says he doesn't want. &gt;.&lt; *bops his head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6/3 fri:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;had my hair cut. i don't even want to look in the mirror anymore so i can't comment on how bad it is. x) down with flu, headache and cough so stayed home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;about 10hrs + of contacts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7/3 sat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;work. new pushcart neighbours. was a little pissed off at the messiness at my pushcart and could only get it to look semi decent coz i was still ill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;then a wacky thing happened: my hp pouch got stolen, &amp;amp;returned! (lazy to type out full story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;spent my time starting a draft for my scholarship application. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;mum bought me dinner; 'nez came after, looking for a specs shop. still haven't returned her pen yet. x); then shk who happened to be at cw with yy came scaring me again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sales were quite good. and i ended up losing my voice. o: i lose my voice like, at least once a year! i'm sure that's not normal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8/3 sun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;woke up early to go to SJC. spent some time talking to kins after. haha.. i bet he was wondering why i kept turning to look at the clock. ps for being so rude. (not like he'll see this anyway) x) but i was only checking to see i'm not going to be late for work. jumbo sale was.. just a jumbo mess? o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sales was lousy.. barely anyone came to look around. quite slack for me, so i got to rest my voice. (: but bad for the boss. heh. shk was at cw with yy &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; came and scared me half to death, so much so i even jumped. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;mum brought dinner again and started listing what i ate the entire day: marcaroni soup, carrot cake, some i can't rmember what it's called, this sticky rice thing, two slices of banana cake and an entire pizza. tyvm mum, at least auntG tells her daughter what she's about to eat is fattening &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; she eats them. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;oh, cuz and family came by to say hi. can you imagine a 4year old with hei yan quan?! o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;more than 18 hours of contacts. eyes were like, super duper tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;9/3 mon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i was cleaning up my room when i found.. some letters. kind of. it made me wonder if i had made the right choice at that time, if i could have handled the situation better. but there was no way i would have chosen you, and it seemed like the kindest way. since it's too late to turn back anyway, i threw them all away. i wasn't worth your time and you would definitely have done better with another girl. perhaps if it all didn't happen, we would both be better off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;cooked lunch for my dad.. he looked.. kinda grumpy. hey, it wasn't that bad! o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;took the fish out late for dinner, but it turned out okay anyway. was being amused by my bro's friend online. hahaha. talking to him is like, uber entertaining especially when my bro comes along and spams in the convo but it gets annoying when my bro chases me offline so he can talk using his own account which was so what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10/3 tues (was supposed to be today):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kinda tired, so not gonna to into much detail:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mum didn't wake me though i was supposed to go to the market with her! oh wells. so i lazed around before meeting fion at civics to pay for her poly thingy. i seriously didn't know she had to photocopy her cert.. if not i would have done it at home; i had so much time! so ended up wasting our time. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lunched at kfc and took away coz we were running late. registered and were then bombarded with camps to go to. LOL. ended up signing up at this camp with fion though today wasn't my registration. msged my boss about quitting earlier so i could attend the camp which he ignored. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i was uber uninterested in the sports club organised camp, but the guy kept going on though we like, told him we weren't into sports. the tribal themed camp sounded just as bad. ugh. but that wasn't even the worse part. when we were rushing to sign up for the business camp, coz all the camps had limited spaces, this two people came and stopped us to uh.. &lt;strong&gt;talk&lt;/strong&gt;. they started like, chatting with us and etc, and i was wondering what their point was when she started to talk about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. she was like, uninterested in me the moment she heard i was catholic and kept talking on and on and on to fion. i really respect God and all, but she was totally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wasting our time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. she wanted to exchange contact no.s with fion, but couldn't figure out how to save it. i ended up doing it for her or we would prolly have been there forever. she made us late (in a sense) to register for the camp and fion ended up on a waiting list. again. LOL. i'll have to go through all that again next monday. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;made it home in time for the show. (: ate dinner; watched my bro game; played neopets; blogging now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hm, i think that was kinda detailed. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;;on eagle's wings. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-1657094881684594340?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1657094881684594340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/23-mon-went-to-visit-my-ahma-where-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/1657094881684594340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/1657094881684594340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/23-mon-went-to-visit-my-ahma-where-my.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-2487619425513716366</id><published>2009-02-24T22:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:32:46.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been up to loads of stuff lately. :D&lt;br /&gt;just came back from cold storage shopping a.k.a. buying loads of snack food and flour. (:&lt;br /&gt;piano exam's this friday! turns out it's at inez's ex-piano school. o.o&lt;br /&gt;still seem to be able to smell seoul garden for some reason. o:&lt;br /&gt;suddenly realised i'm OLD.. though i don't feel any different. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;let's go to southern ridges &amp;amp;marina barrage one after the other, kay? x)&lt;br /&gt;going to get my pay soon! (((:&lt;br /&gt;wants to watch so many more movies. *pouts at empty wallet*&lt;br /&gt;yay i'm lovin' eating and eating and eating like, all the time. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got my dad hooked on chicken skin some time back. XD&lt;br /&gt;wondering if i should get new clothes, shoes, etc for poly. *bops my head for being materialistic*&lt;br /&gt;my phone hanged more than 5times today! D:&lt;br /&gt;i've stopped sleeping in mass. &lt;s&gt;(but i miss SJC though.)&lt;/s&gt; :DDD&lt;br /&gt;love the wonderful people who take time to look for me at work. (((:&lt;br /&gt;feel like a maid-in-training &lt;s&gt;most&lt;/s&gt; some of the time but it's good practice for the future. x)&lt;br /&gt;told and kept like, my biggest lie. *watches my nose grow long*&lt;br /&gt;seriously doubt i'm ever going to get married, so please stop talking about my children &amp;amp;grandchildren's future! O:&lt;br /&gt;but i think i would love to have a church wedding. (: or be a bridesmaid. (((:&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda addicted to wearing my contacts. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanna read PD 10! i'm kinda refusing to buy books 7-10 because someone borrowed my books 3 &amp;amp;4 and haven't returned them yet. since i doubt i'll ever see them again and i don't wanna buy them again and i'm going to have and incomplete collection anyway, why buy?! X.X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dad picks &lt;strong&gt;nice &lt;/strong&gt;books. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think the CC of BB is a funny show. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my mind's in a whirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thoughts simply linking up and connecting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;without making sense in a spiral twirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SaURepWLm1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/gLjSgrU4Rj0/s1600-h/DSCN0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306666954118634322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SaURepWLm1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/gLjSgrU4Rj0/s320/DSCN0582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cry not because it's over; but smile because it happened. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2788259306737712229-2487619425513716366?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2487619425513716366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-i-nothing-but-investment-worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/2487619425513716366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/2487619425513716366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-i-nothing-but-investment-worth.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SaURepWLm1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/gLjSgrU4Rj0/s72-c/DSCN0582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788259306737712229.post-9002164498595844776</id><published>2009-02-10T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:55:28.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread and butter cookies and cream cheese oreos with milk. (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am lovin' musicals. (((:&lt;br /&gt;ding dong dum dum dididi ring-a-ling-ling&lt;br /&gt;here they are:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chim chim cher-oo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I does what I likes and I likes what I do! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I want is a room somewhere, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Far away from the cold night air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With one enormous chair, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh, wouldn't it be loverly? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lots of choc'lates for me to eat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lots of coal makin' lots of 'eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warm face, warm 'ands, warm feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh, wouldn't it be loverly? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Someone's 'ead restin' on my knee, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warm an' tender as 'e can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'ho takes good care of me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh, wouldn't it be loverly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Loverly, loverly, loverly, loverly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Say you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;waking moment,turn my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;with talk of summertime . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Say you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;now and always . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;promise me that all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you say is true -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that's all I askof you . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Say you'll share with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love, one lifetime . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;say the word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and I will follow you . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-9002164498595844776?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9002164498595844776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/supercalifragilisticexpialidocious-d-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/9002164498595844776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/9002164498595844776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/supercalifragilisticexpialidocious-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-3419669651175412797</id><published>2009-02-03T14:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:03:49.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milkandcheese.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apples'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i take it back. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently &lt;s&gt;trying to read&lt;/s&gt; reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SYflhLcYitI/AAAAAAAAAGw/x14neEHZ82c/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298455844794960594" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SYflhLcYitI/AAAAAAAAAGw/x14neEHZ82c/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am making an effort to improve myself okay. &lt;s&gt;though i'm not suceeding very well.&lt;/s&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;LOL. bike thingy's still on a &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt;. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-3419669651175412797?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3419669651175412797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-mum-is-gooooooooood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/3419669651175412797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/3419669651175412797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-mum-is-gooooooooood.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SYflhLcYitI/AAAAAAAAAGw/x14neEHZ82c/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788259306737712229.post-4629724489680019629</id><published>2009-02-01T13:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:48:27.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeopathy (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>homeopathy FTW. (((:&lt;br /&gt;haha.. my brother has been rubbing his geek-ness off on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like pictures all of a sudden! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SYUw9vBfsbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ecW2tOegh18/s1600-h/PICT0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297694373824147890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SYUw9vBfsbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ecW2tOegh18/s320/PICT0387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my pink room &amp;amp;my pink pink bed! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SYUw9dUaOvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/z7tXnIbYxdk/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297694369071643378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SYUw9dUaOvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/z7tXnIbYxdk/s320/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there'll be other times. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SYUw9TpFkII/AAAAAAAAAGI/epyX3c9urz8/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297694366474014850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SYUw9TpFkII/AAAAAAAAAGI/epyX3c9urz8/s320/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's no wonder i couldn't study. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SYUw9Q6rpGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CKVyuq_zd5Y/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297694365742507106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SYUw9Q6rpGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CKVyuq_zd5Y/s320/DSC00127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these chips are like, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YUMMY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! know where i can get them in s'pore?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SYUw9IdQXmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fbcYk7ImYsk/s1600-h/PICT0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297694363471601250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SYUw9IdQXmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fbcYk7ImYsk/s320/PICT0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't remember what it's called, but it's not the s'pore flyer. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SYUzhit6qjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZoFB8LPtzyg/s1600-h/26012009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297697188019350066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SYUzhit6qjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZoFB8LPtzyg/s320/26012009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SYUzh_XxlXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3z6sgFo_5Iw/s1600-h/PICT0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoho i'm hiding behind the bolster behind this uber cute kid. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've gained like, 541335418315kg over the CNY period, so yay i'm on my way to becoming a pudgy old spinster. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i will be going to SP.. myself! as in.. no one else i know is going there too! (coz fion's going to appeal out, i think.) also, i've been warned about poly guys. but like, seriously, there's nothing for me worry about. like, duh, who'll be interested in me?! O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ooohh, i finally got a job! but i'll be like, working on weekends which is rather sad coz that's probably the only time i'll get to go out with JC people if i do. besides that, i'll have to miss out on so many things! like, like, family dinner this sat, RC dinner on sunday, and inez's birthday falls on a sunday too! *sighs* but i'm lucky to get a job at all, what with people getting retrenched and looking for jobs. going to go job hunting soon, and i really hope i can find one where i get to work shifts and has a uniform so i don't have to keep wondering what to wear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohohoh, speaking of dressing, i realised that i've been wearing girly clothes alot these few days! like, my usual attire's like, big baggy shirt and shorts but it hasn't been so lately. o:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it doesn't seem like a big deal, but i think it's a sign that there's something wrong with me. well, more so than usual. maybe i hit my head and got a concussion but don't remember it coz i had a concussion. o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, i'm weird, but i like me weird; i've only ever known me weird. that's weird. LOL. no pictures of girly attires though, coz i don't like my face so no way to taking pictures. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;btw:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stop asking me about her. everyone, all of you. i'm sick and tired of playing &lt;strong&gt;second fiddle&lt;/strong&gt; to her. it's always her you think about first, her you see first, her you love. though we distanced, i'm truly glad we went our separate ways, because then i had the chance to make friends of my own instead of passing off her friends as mine. is it selfish for me to want to be first for once? i don't hate her though, you can't ever blame anyone for being lovable, kind.. perfect. besides, she's my friend even if y'all weren't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;come to think of it, i'm second fiddle to him, too. i've been coming in second to so many people all my life. i've tried but perhaps it is not enough. nonetheless, i'll try even harder because i believe someday i'll be first, someone's first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never gonna be in movies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Except in a front row seat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never gonna be the raving beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My momma thought I'd be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never gonna write that novel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never be a homecoming queen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never gonna be a supermodel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the cover of a magazine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;truly, i'll try to be a better person. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;i'll smile so you'll never know how much you've hurt me because i'll be strong.&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/2788259306737712229-4629724489680019629?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4629724489680019629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/homeopathy-ftw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/4629724489680019629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/4629724489680019629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/homeopathy-ftw.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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/_GgGKzBJfcwo/SYUw9vBfsbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ecW2tOegh18/s72-c/PICT0387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788259306737712229.post-8762470173252195745</id><published>2009-01-21T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:33:42.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UOB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIM'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SIM-ed and made it official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wish LDSK (not like he even reads this blog) was around to talk to. he has so much common sense i stop thinking silly.. for awhile at least. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate pineapple rice and drank banana smoothie made with organic soya bean milk and i &lt;strong&gt;liked&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate an entire pizza myself and handmade chocs from switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YUMMY&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am such a glutton and soon i will be what i eat. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-8762470173252195745?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8762470173252195745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/sim-ed-and-made-it-official.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/8762470173252195745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/8762470173252195745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/sim-ed-and-made-it-official.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-4753179125568675246</id><published>2009-01-18T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:06:52.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixed up'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i fell asleep in church though i slept early.. well, earlier than usual. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went with my bro to cut his hair. -.- *declines to comment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yes, i am going to poly; no i do not think it's a waste. (so please stop looking so disgusted by my choice. like i said, it's &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; choice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i didn't do well. so what if i have 8 distinctions? they differentiate into A1s &amp;amp; A2s, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- job interview tomorrow! (but i haven't managed to confirm it! D: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- poly or uni? *in dilemma*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i like the feel but can't stand the look of my extensions. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- extensions smell funky wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- been wasting money non-stop lately. (eg. on above mentioned extensions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- why can't i wear flip-flops to poly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm finally going to wear new clothes for CNY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my mom bluff-ed me again! (whatever happened to: "i'm your mother, why would i lie to you?) -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm a jinx. o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- what's wrong with purely platonic friendship between guys &amp;amp;gals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- if even i don't like me, i suppose no one will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i want to go cycling at the park; go walk the metal bridge thingy &amp;amp;so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- are extensions really someone else's hair?!?!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the above was a result of a burst of extreme random-ness and lazy-ness of not wishing to type in paragraphs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-4753179125568675246?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4753179125568675246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-no-particular-order-i-fell-asleep-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/4753179125568675246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/4753179125568675246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-no-particular-order-i-fell-asleep-in.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-4555923861307419179</id><published>2009-01-15T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:03:54.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truly so. (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you ever so much for always being there to listen to me, protect me, for blessing me with your everlasting presence. you gave me the strength and courage to move on, to strive hard though my heart said otherwise. despite everything you gave me the chance to do well, though i know i do not deserve it, because i didn't work hard for it. but you did. every step of the way were your footprints in the sand, while i simply bum-ed off you. yet you said nothing, offered me so much &amp;amp;still love me so unconditionally. i want to be worthy, worthy of your praise, worthy of your love.&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;i love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go uni i want to go uni i want to go uni&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;*sounds like a spoilt brat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah. so what if it's the path less travelled? my dream, my wish, my mind. it's something that i really, really want. i don't care how tough it might get, i just want to grab that opportunity, should i get it. &lt;em&gt;i'm going to get it, i will get it.. gosh, i really &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;/em&gt; [POPT. :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i'm such a twit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's silly for me to choose poly. i know i'm a JC girl at heart, the comfort of uniforms, of fixed lessons, of people i know studying around me. especially the thought of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; being able to studying in raffles makes me ever so, ever so excited. but after JC, what then? i have to step out of my comfort zone to experience something different. since it'll happen sooner or later, why not now? before i get too used to familiarity again. i'm scared i'll be lonely, that i cannot cope, but i will try. i will make poly the right choice. for me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i realise it was selfish of me, &amp;amp;it's all my fault. i'm sorry i lied but i was thinking of myself. it was so hard for me to concentrate &amp;amp;if i didn't lie.. i don't think i could have studied at all. which maybe wouldn't have made much of a difference compared to hwo little i did. not that i'm trying to shirk responsibility, but i didn't think it was very nice of you to spring that on me just before exams. to think i thought you knew me. come to think of it, you never believed i could do it.. always the pessimist. well, i showed you. it's over now anyway. we both did too little, too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reasons i didn't deserve to do well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm such a bad, bad, evil person.&lt;br /&gt;2. i didn't put in enough effort &amp;amp;everyone else did so much more than me.&lt;br /&gt;3. so unfair that when i do study, i actually do quite poorly.&lt;br /&gt;4. i make silly decisions that compromises so many things.&lt;br /&gt;5. i am undeserving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how unfair the world is? a person who deserves nothing gets more than she expected, or deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sidenote: darn the person who told me COP for raffles was &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; freaking points. made me &lt;em&gt;totally lose hope&lt;/em&gt;, because i don't take HCL and the best i could do was i miserable four. because of that, i had no motivation to work hard and didn't even bother to try. now i realise COP is actually four, i'm short by two. *heart breaks* if only i..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what, had studied? -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, i'm not blaming you (don't even remember who you are), i should have done my best. my dad always says, the better you do, the more choices you have. i simply wasn't good enough. life is too short for regrets &amp;amp;i believe there's a reason for everything, so there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i must &amp;amp;i know i can, so i will. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who will I be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's up to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All the never-ending possibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There's nothing that I can't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who will I be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yes, I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I get to make the future what I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If I can make up anyone and know the choice is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;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/2788259306737712229-4555923861307419179?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4555923861307419179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-ever-so-much-for-always-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/4555923861307419179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/4555923861307419179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-ever-so-much-for-always-being.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-179911623473059978</id><published>2009-01-01T19:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:48:09.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year. (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my most interesting conversation in 2009 (so far):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*S attempts to push my chair*&lt;br /&gt;S: wah, you so heavy.. you like what, 40kg ah?&lt;br /&gt;me: no.. i'm 45kg. -.-&lt;br /&gt;S: *chua dio*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLOL. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's such a bundle of laughter! i was being entertained all last night and part of the morning by his entertaining crack-ups. (:&lt;br /&gt;and, and, and there was this little girl who kept hiding her face and peeking at him when we were walking to dinner. though she was walking in the opposite direction, she kept turning back to peek at him! i still insist he knows her and scared her away before though he keeps denying it. who knew he's such a &lt;strong&gt;xiao shuai ge&lt;/strong&gt;! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-179911623473059978?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/179911623473059978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-most-interesting-conversation-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/179911623473059978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/179911623473059978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-most-interesting-conversation-in.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-3574701027118962267</id><published>2008-12-31T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:57:55.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is &lt;strong&gt;monopoly day&lt;/strong&gt;! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. too bad shortcake couldn't make it. oh well, there will be other times for cheese i suppose..&lt;br /&gt;got bored waiting for rubbish raddish to reply and decided to go to causeway instead and bought quite abit of things. my poor, poor empty wallet feels so heavy all of a sudden. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to monopoly again!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-3574701027118962267?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3574701027118962267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-is-monopoly-day-d-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/3574701027118962267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/3574701027118962267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-is-monopoly-day-d-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-4434820825079783451</id><published>2008-12-28T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:58:23.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love this song. (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Could I Ever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up today&lt;br /&gt;And thought of all the things You’d done&lt;br /&gt;I find myself here&lt;br /&gt;Feeling oh so overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave Your life away for me&lt;br /&gt;Truly my heart belongs to You&lt;br /&gt;So let me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever thank You for&lt;br /&gt;What You did at Calvary&lt;br /&gt;When You bled and died for me&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever turn away&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that You paid the price&lt;br /&gt;That I could never pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of the way&lt;br /&gt;That You died upon that Cross&lt;br /&gt;Bearing my sin&lt;br /&gt;Even though my heart was lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave Your life away for me&lt;br /&gt;Truly my heart belongs to You&lt;br /&gt;So let me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever thank You for&lt;br /&gt;What You did at Calvary&lt;br /&gt;When You bled and died for me&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever turn away&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that You paid the price&lt;br /&gt;That I could never pay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-4434820825079783451?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4434820825079783451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/could-i-ever-when-i-woke-up-today-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/4434820825079783451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/4434820825079783451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/could-i-ever-when-i-woke-up-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-1219060401514680788</id><published>2008-12-22T22:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:20:05.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bugis-ed today.&lt;br /&gt;i finally bought my parents' x'mas present, BUT i think i bought the wrong sizes! oh wells, it means i have to go back tomorrow to exchange it.. if i can. gosh, i really hope hope hope the shirts are exchangeable, or else it'll be such a waste. D:&lt;br /&gt;we saw this shirt that said 'i'm not short, i'm fun-sized'! haha. i think it's cute!~ ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;train-ed to JP after that to walk around and have dinner. i haven't managed to get inez's present yet! boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-1219060401514680788?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1219060401514680788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/bugis-ed-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/1219060401514680788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/1219060401514680788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/bugis-ed-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-5617269037148077640</id><published>2008-12-20T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:41:05.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empty'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i am finally satisfied with this blogskin despite it's lack of pink-ness. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i have decided not to put a tagboard 'coz it's rather depressing to realise no one bothers to tag you, or worse, no one's even interested in visiting your blog. hm, but lack of visitors might be 'coz i haven't given this url to anyone as of yet, so no one visits this blog except for me. ah, whatever. i'm sure i make some sense beneath that pile of no-sense somehow. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-5617269037148077640?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5617269037148077640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-i-am-finally-satisfied-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/5617269037148077640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/5617269037148077640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-i-am-finally-satisfied-with.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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-2788259306737712229.post-6018578097257296125</id><published>2008-12-19T15:45:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:26:36.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pointless story'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once there was a dressmaker's daughter who fell face down into mud on her way to the marketplace. Cursing her clumsiness, she rolled over and decided to take a breather, though silly her was now &lt;strong&gt;completely&lt;/strong&gt; covered in mud instead of only half covered. As she lay in the mud, she heard hooves and trumpets marking the Prince's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darn it," thought the dressmaker's daughter who decided to remain lying in the mud in the hope of remaining inconspicuous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was wiggling in discomfort in the mud, her neighbour, the lovely girl-next-door was on her way to sell flowers in the marketplace. While the flower girl skipped along, she tripped and twisted her ankle near to where the dressmakers daughter was. When the prince and his entourage finally reached the two girls, it stopped. To both girls astonishment, the Prince himself dismounted and helped the flower girl to his horse. Helping her hobble along, the dressmaker's daughter caught his attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's she doing in the mud?!" He asked the flower girl, utterly bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that's just my neighbour, being disgusting." Was her reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh well. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have a broken ankle and be whisked off by a prince or be covered in mud but able to walk on your own two feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788259306737712229-6018578097257296125?l=love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6018578097257296125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/once-there-was-dressmakers-daughter-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/6018578097257296125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788259306737712229/posts/default/6018578097257296125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-letterstoyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/once-there-was-dressmakers-daughter-who.html' title=''/><author><name>-dianNa-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612121522930586340</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>
