<?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-7224321</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:20:32.561+08:00</updated><category term='movies'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>DOODLEz-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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>268</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224321.post-2113439854658042231</id><published>2006-11-28T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T22:51:26.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TV Land Lists 100 Greatest Catchphrases&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
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1. "D'oh" - homer; &lt;em&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
2. "Holy crap!" - Frank Barone; &lt;em&gt;Everybody Loves Raymond&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
3. "How you doin'?" - Joey Tribbiani; &lt;em&gt;Friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4. "I want my MTV!" - &lt;em&gt;MTV ad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
5. "Is that your final answer?" - Regis Philbin; &lt;em&gt;Who Wants To Be A Millionare?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
6. "Smile, you're on 'Candid Camera'" - &lt;em&gt;Candid Camera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
7. "Tell me what you don't like about yourself" - &lt;em&gt;Nip/Tuck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
8. "That's hot"- Paris Hilton; &lt;em&gt;Simple Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
9. "The tribe has spoken" - Jeff Probst; &lt;em&gt;Survivor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
10. "The truth is out there" - Fox Mulder; &lt;em&gt;The X-files&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
11. "You rang?" - Lurch; &lt;em&gt;The Adam's Family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
12. "You're fired!" - Donald Trump; &lt;em&gt;The Apprentice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Okie, i know that isn't 100, but i just took out those that i know and used to watch. &lt;br /&gt;
=D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-2113439854658042231?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2113439854658042231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=2113439854658042231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/2113439854658042231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/2113439854658042231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/11/tv-land-lists-100-greatest-catchphrases.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-8904336250291681259</id><published>2006-11-28T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T18:00:00.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10.30 to 1.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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i awoke to the sound of thunder. &lt;br /&gt;
It was gentle- funny, well to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
wait. okie, maybe it wasn't the thunder. My maid woke me up- i had tuition at 9... &lt;br /&gt;
yeah. and the thunder followed nicely after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My room was kinda dark for a 8.55 timing in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;
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I liked the sky then, the colour( it wasn't all dark, it was a mixture actually; just nice for me), the wind, cold wind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wil and Cob came over to my house to watch 'Roman Holiday'. It's really good, starring the gorgeous late actress- Audrey Hepburn. Well, i guess these are some of the ways to spend the holidays. It's good enough for me now, considering the fact that i still have to return to school for classes till december 3 times a week tho it's declared a holiday-.- which evidently is so NOT a holiday for me now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I must say, this year's end of year holiday is a complete let down..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;complete&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aaron's coming back tonight, from japan. &amp;amp; i can't wait to hear his story of his communication with the people there with his er, anime-japanese. take for example, his OH-so famous 'BANKAI!'
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-.-
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Well, when he gets back , the &lt;u&gt;JOYOUS BUNDLE&lt;/u&gt; shall get started with our promised movie marathon!
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. HAPPY FEET&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. MATERIAL GIRLS &lt;br /&gt;
3. er... still have yet to decide. LOLs XD
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Boy are we going to be SO broke for decemeber XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-8904336250291681259?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8904336250291681259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=8904336250291681259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/8904336250291681259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/8904336250291681259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/11/10.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-2091831980716614517</id><published>2006-11-25T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:23:36.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blogger beta; &lt;br /&gt;
just trying out (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-2091831980716614517?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2091831980716614517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=2091831980716614517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/2091831980716614517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/2091831980716614517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/11/blogger-beta-just-trying-out.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-116429561981590163</id><published>2006-11-23T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:56:41.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;put your money where your mouth is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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i went to church to strawberry-JAM with wenyao-- just 2 guitars (: &lt;br /&gt;
So, we all know that it has been pouring down on this tiny island for the past week&lt;s&gt;s&lt;/s&gt;, and yeah, it looked pretty cloudy after my lunch. THEREFORE, i decided make my way down to church before the rain starts. &lt;br /&gt;
Daddy didn't have the car cause mummy's out, so yep. &lt;br /&gt;
walk walk walk walk..
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As i was leaving the house, i noticed this:
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&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2299/434/1600/37355/Image190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2299/434/320/341370/Image190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;













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er yeah.
i noticed the clouds -.-
BUT!
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ahead of me: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2299/434/1600/576164/Image232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2299/434/320/63722/Image232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;














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and behind me: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2299/434/1600/329015/Image233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2299/434/320/98013/Image233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;














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it's really funny!
=)
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Well, considering the things im going thru, i could relate to the clouds. MUAHAHAHAH..heh.
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I felt as tho, ahead of me, the white clouds and blue sky indicated that i wanted to feel joy and stuff, but, the dark clouds that hovered behind me represented my troubles and anxieties. As the dark clouds moved forward, chasing the baby blue sky away, i felt as tho my problems could not be solved.. (yes yes, stupid-.-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So i continued my walk to church hoping that the dull clouds wouldn't over take me and obstruct my view of the blue sky.
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Yep. But thankfully, as i reached church, my view of the pretty sky was still there. I actually anticipated rain as i left the house, but it didn't. NOT UNTIL.. say, 2 hours after =D
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah. My trip to New Zealand in December is a great opportunity for me to admire the wonderful sky (:
Well, i picture myself on some grassy hill. Trees would sway as tho they were dancing to a slow song as the wind gently blows by. The sun out, shining proudly. AND the clouds, the white, puffy, cotton candy liked &amp; thick clouds paste themselves in the sky. I would be lying on the grass on that grassy hill facing the sky (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ahhhhh~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BUT! that's what i picture myself doing there whenever i hear about New Zealand. I really don't know whether that's going to happen when i get my butt there; don't know what to expect. All i know is that i'll be seeing lots of sheeps and cows XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really can't wait to go! BUT, im so not looking forward to the plane ride o.O
sighs. Ultimately, i guess it'll be worth it when i get there (:
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(the other pictures i took)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7169/881/1600/245163/Image231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7169/881/320/633069/Image231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;













&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7169/881/1600/659784/Image235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7169/881/320/842266/Image235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-116429561981590163?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/116429561981590163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=116429561981590163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116429561981590163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116429561981590163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/11/put-your-money-where-your-mouth-is-i.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-116411649659438421</id><published>2006-11-21T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:53:03.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;drive faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/one%20tree%20hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/one%20tree%20hill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


















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&lt;em&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/em&gt; is one screwed show-- BUT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i LIKE it.&lt;/strong&gt; alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If im not wrong, i think i got hooked up on in since hm.. say, earlier this year; not too long after it started on the teleV. Yeah, so i kinda missed the first few (or maybe more) episodes of this twisted series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;GOODNESS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to find someone who has all the DVDs on this one XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-116411649659438421?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/116411649659438421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=116411649659438421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116411649659438421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116411649659438421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/11/drive-faster-one-tree-hill-is-one.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-116393088004945475</id><published>2006-11-19T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T18:09:32.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;masquerade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;solve&lt;/strong&gt; it- would be a &lt;strong&gt;challenge &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to &lt;strong&gt;end&lt;/strong&gt; it- would be a &lt;strong&gt;disaster&lt;/strong&gt;... or will it not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;probably it'll be an &lt;strong&gt;easier way out&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i don't know, i don't know anymore.&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-116393088004945475?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/116393088004945475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=116393088004945475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116393088004945475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116393088004945475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/11/masquerade-to-solve-it-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-116271965577370958</id><published>2006-11-05T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:40:55.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/DSC00225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/DSC00225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 align="justify"&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;the 6280 gang!
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;XD
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from left to right: &lt;strong&gt;pastor w's, wei song's, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;terence's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mine &lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-116271965577370958?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/116271965577370958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=116271965577370958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116271965577370958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116271965577370958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/11/6280-gang-xd-from-left-to-right-pastor.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-116253330643232155</id><published>2006-11-03T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T13:55:06.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it takes two to tango&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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Check that!
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Beautiful ain't it XD
LOLs. Actually, i'm not entirely glad that it's like that. The colour also sort of, er.. scare me a lil. It's as tho some tornado's coming x_X
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Anyways,
I have been doing 'spring cleaning' while the others are sitting for their major papers. I'm driven to do so; i've got nothing better to do. Besides, if i don't clear up, heh, i can put a sign that indicates my room as a rubbish dump XD
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yeah. So i have already cleared my table and my drawers last week.
heh. but i have a hunch that it'll be messy &lt;strong&gt;again (as usual, as always) &lt;/strong&gt;very soon, but heck. Let it look nice for now :D
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mm. &amp; yesterday, i cleared my wardrobe! Well, the bottom; where the clothes are. &lt;br /&gt;

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:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-116253330643232155?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/116253330643232155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=116253330643232155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116253330643232155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116253330643232155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-takes-two-to-tango-check-that.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-116239335421768789</id><published>2006-11-01T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:05:59.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are you watching closely?
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dark clouds, &lt;strong&gt;DARK&lt;/strong&gt; clouds spreaded across the sky of which is visible to me, blocking out the sunlight that shone proudly in the morning.
My room was totally dark as though it was already night; the whole house was.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the sight of this, i anticipated rain.
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The rain, to me, seemed to be the only thing that would bring out the sunshine in me. I would be happy.
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Probably cause its the holidays and i am still required to return to school for extra classes and CCA. What rubbish- so much for the holidays.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways,
IT DIDN'T RAIN YESTERDAY!
The colour of the sky was like saying that there's a twister coming or something, i don't know..
But whatever it was, I DIDN'T RAIN..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somehow, i was really tired after lunch.
I slept at 2 and arouse at 4 to the sound of the heavy raindrops falling on the roof.
I was HOW delighted :D Apparently, according to my dad, who greeted me 'morning' after i got up, told me that it had been raining for quite awhile already.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm seriously euphoric :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;heh. But the problem now is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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i can't sleep now! x_X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-116239335421768789?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/116239335421768789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=116239335421768789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116239335421768789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116239335421768789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/11/are-you-watching-closely-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-116213442797481204</id><published>2006-10-29T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:27:54.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dancing Queen (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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The movie cum karoke marathon!&lt;br /&gt;
XD
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I know i know;&lt;br /&gt;
KAROKE?!
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Don't get me wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
i don't go karaoke-ing all the time. Once in a blue moon; hm. guess the moon's blue tonight -.-
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Anyways, it was a family gathering, with my aunties and uncles, chloe and tristan. We booked the theater at the Tessarina and started this programme and 3pm. I just got home :)
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The first movie was CARS. I didn't really went to watch it cause the sun was out and there was no one, NO ONE in the pool XD &lt;br /&gt;
So, yep, i went to swim! &lt;br /&gt;
And by the time i got back into the lounge, chloe and tristan were already singing their songs. Apparently the karoke session wasn't exactly planned, but out of curiosity, my aunt fixed it up and the 2 lil ones started singing into the mikes. &lt;br /&gt;
Okie. Maybe its only chloe that was 'singing'. Tris was sucking the mike and making funny noises, listening to it echo back. His smile was ADORABLE when it echoes back! :D
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I was amazed that they even knew ABBA songs! &lt;br /&gt;
Their only 5 yrs and 3 yrs old! :O
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The kept sanging &lt;u&gt;dancing queen&lt;/u&gt;.
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Okie. Maybe chloe i can understand, but tristan?! &lt;br /&gt;
HAHA. It was really cute :)
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chloe cut her hair SHORT! XD
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&lt;/span&gt;I would love to do this marathon thing again with them. I must say, its really heaps of fun :)
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At holland V this afternoon, i came across this car with this sign: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;without knowing God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-116177647775516532?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/116177647775516532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=116177647775516532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116177647775516532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116177647775516532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/10/4.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-116150806904047946</id><published>2006-10-22T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:13:41.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you know that no word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver, and purple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday's lunch with my family was at Peperoni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a really cozy place and has good food too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The pizza there isn't like pizza hut, its sort of the real kind of pizza- thin and all. Good stuff :D
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The toilet was interesting too! XD It was decorated with great stuff!
The following was what my sis and i found in the toilet: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donald duck&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 4 stages of life&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My sis and I spent a long while in th toilet looking at all these amusing pictures, and it sort of seemed as tho we had diarrhoea or something XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-116150806904047946?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/116150806904047946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=116150806904047946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116150806904047946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116150806904047946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/10/did-you-know-that-no-word-in-english.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-116116295556722450</id><published>2006-10-18T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T17:20:01.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i love paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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I did my IC today. Well, filling in the information and stuff.
Since i did it now, this month, i'll be getting my IC next year =/
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And it was only today that i found out that i have been using an 'unauthorised chinese' name all my life, well, until now that is. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;
Funny. &lt;br /&gt;
So, a different chinese character would appear on my IC. LOLS. But oh wells, at least the pronounciation is the same.
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Last Sunday, &lt;br /&gt;
Sunday school was at the beach, well, for my class :D
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Uncle kenneth's the best! Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;
He brought my class to Sentosa for sunday school that sunday.&lt;br /&gt;
We left church at 7.30am. Yes yes. I know it really does seem darn early to go to Sentosa; i thought so too. But when we got there, i think it was the best timing for sunday school to take place. We didn't go to Siloso beach but to another, hm, i can't remember the name, but its a beach that not many would go, in another words 'wuloo'. &lt;br /&gt;
It was abit -.-'' when we reached that beach, but as soon as we sat down to do our quiet time, i grew to like that beach. Probably because there was less distractions, and i could really hear God's creations (:
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The beach; the waters, the birds, the wind.
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Oh! And soon, a couple of huge balls of fur joined us at that beach. Okie, maybe not balls of fur- Dogs to be precise XD
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They were so ADORABLE!
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More and more came. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp; i reckon that beach's for dogs and their owners. &lt;br /&gt;
More towards the dogs' fun i s'pose :) &lt;br /&gt;
The dogs were running all over the beach, and swimming in the waters, burying themselves in the sand. SO CUTE!
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I think i would wanna go back there again to see the dogs XD
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So, after our quiet time, we started off with games :) &lt;br /&gt;
ULTIMATE BALL! &lt;br /&gt;
&amp; unlce kenneth's team trashed me and aaron's team. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;
And we sort of won from the back XD (according to aaron's crap)
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I really had fun then. &lt;br /&gt;
My class really bonded, and i think we'll start talking to one another more often in class; we'll see next sunday :D
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&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/SUNDAY%20SCHOOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/SUNDAY%20SCHOOL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-116116295556722450?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/116116295556722450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=116116295556722450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116116295556722450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116116295556722450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-paris-i-did-my-ic-today.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-116057693498397202</id><published>2006-10-11T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:28:54.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100% naturally cute. no added sweeteners or flavourings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-116057693498397202?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/116057693498397202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=116057693498397202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116057693498397202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116057693498397202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/10/100-naturally-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-116054968869845096</id><published>2006-10-11T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T14:54:48.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT'S OVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"okie! Pens down."
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was the most pretty phrase my class seem to have heard at 12.15. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They were all delirious with joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, i don't blame them (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;She&lt;/u&gt;, however. She didn't smile. She just sat at her table, in a corner, packing up and watching the smile growing and widening on her classmates' faces. Somehow, she didn't feel euphoric like what she expected to feel, in fact, she felt nothing- well normal, neutral..
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Her mind was clouded with a mixture of things; ranging from her subject's revision (still stuck in her head), and fun, to the WHATs, the WHYs, the HOWs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She knew nothing about the happiness one suppose to feel after this sort of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe it was because of what happened yesterday; which linked to a couple of events that happened before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe, possibly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" the strongest people in the world are those who are able to take the threats and beatings of the world and yet still stand amidst the anxiety and worries, strong. And the one who prepares to the best of her abilities has nothing to fear but fear itself... for fear can hinder thoughts, stop reasoning and cloud jugement. Fret not, with God, this one battle you can win. This one test you can take... This is the trial that will intimidate you not." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thank you so much, wenyao (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;IT'S ALL OVER!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The school was really quiet. &amp; our class was sort of the only class left finishing up our exam. We had extra papers from the others. So we sort of rejoiced like 1 1/2 hours later that everyone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But at the end of the day, everything's the same- we're thru with sec 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the time, the period of the year, has arrived once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And here i am AGAIN, proclaiming that THAT WAS FAST! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hehx. Time really flies..
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm beat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-116054968869845096?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/116054968869845096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=116054968869845096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116054968869845096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/116054968869845096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-over-okie-pens-down.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224321.post-115815978306968756</id><published>2006-09-13T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T23:13:56.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/amos.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/amos.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-amos&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1209&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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Upon reaching home, i found the following along the walk, in my house, to my room (:

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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/Image018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and all the presents (from chloe, tris &amp; jie) were at the bin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and after that, it was back to the TV for these 2 :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THANKS EVERYONE! ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115815978306968756?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115815978306968756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115815978306968756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115815978306968756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115815978306968756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/09/amos-1209-upon-reaching-home-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115798235301248736</id><published>2006-09-11T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:49:31.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;911&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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Putting the terrible tradegy of today aside,
GUESS WHO CAME OVER TODAY?
the 2 adorable lil' ones (:
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I came home from school to find them hiding the living room with the tv on, and all their stuff lying around. Well, the hiding thing wasn't very successful cause lil tristan was finding his sister instead of hiding himself, while chloe was trying to hide from me to surprise me. Clearly tristan didn't understand what he was s'pose to do XD
Anyways, he gave it away, pressing his cheeks on the sliding door facing the gate. (chloe was hiding there, under a table)
Cute(:
And when i entered the house, he ran across the room and said to me : whyareyouhere?
Well, it took me quite some time to figure out what he said.
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Hm. then i was off 'finding' chloe. I knew where she was; just played along XD
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Finally when i found her, she started asking me about school, and requested to share about what i did today in school.
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For someone her age, i really must say she's bright!
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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gosh! this' so clear XD&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tv addicts.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;check out tris' style of playing the piano :)
he gestured for me to sit next to him &amp; play like him! &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chloe on the drums!&lt;/span&gt;
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School has started once again, and the only thing i brought home today was the thought of EOYs coming in 4 weeks from now. Every teacher that came in to teach us today reminded us over and over again. In fact, it was the first sentence they said once they step in; everyone of them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm getting nervous; gonna start studying NOW :D
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hm. Also wanna wish all the sec 4s &amp;amp; J2s &lt;u&gt;ALL THE BEST&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;another day in school, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's going to be ruined-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115798235301248736?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115798235301248736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115798235301248736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115798235301248736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115798235301248736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/09/911-putting-terrible-tradegy-of-today.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115787351797253363</id><published>2006-09-10T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T15:41:43.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're all s'pose to be vegeterians.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In the book of Genesis- 9:3
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"&lt;em&gt;Everything that lives and moves will be food for you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just as i gave you the green plants, i now give you everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;"
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just on Friday, nic bought me the firefly strap, i'm so touched XD
Now we have a new ex- TL &amp; ATL accessory :D
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;/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;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;/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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/DSC02075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/DSC02075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;/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;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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cool eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115787351797253363?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115787351797253363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115787351797253363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115787351797253363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115787351797253363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/09/were-all-spose-to-be-vegeterians.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115772803302281421</id><published>2006-09-08T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:07:13.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on a slow boat to china.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2nd attempt, 2nd batch&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the end product (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
Okie.
So as you can see from here, i'm not much of a &lt;u&gt;good&lt;/u&gt; cook/baker, you get what i mean right? XD
Anyways, these are belated teachers' day gifts for my tutors (:
Of course i didn't give the burnt ones, but either ways, i bet it tasted terrible :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-
I was babysitting tristan and chloe the other day:
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those 3 drawings you see above, its chloe's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's the greatest; that was my surprise she was talking all day. Okie, maybe not all day. When i went to her house to get her and her lil brother, she was like " DON'T COME INTO MY ROOM!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was after say 15 mins that i learnt that she was touching up on her surprise for me (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It s'pose to be a game, according to her. The ones outside the box is the colouring game, and the papers inside the box is her lil story about "the helping girls" or rather "the hleping grills". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cute eh (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To end this off,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(done by: my DAD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115772803302281421?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115772803302281421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115772803302281421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115772803302281421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115772803302281421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-slow-boat-to-china.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115743598951359983</id><published>2006-09-05T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:04:31.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steve Irwin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was it carelessness?
Was it unexpected?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was the stingray threatened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sighs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I loved his shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I watched it everyday when i was younger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was astonished when i came across that piece of news. I couldn't believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sighs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crikey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7224321-115743598951359983?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115743598951359983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115743598951359983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115743598951359983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115743598951359983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/09/steve-irwin-was-it-carelessness-was-it.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115677927434618396</id><published>2006-08-28T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:34:34.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 more days! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hm. Actually, i wouldn't consider next week to be the HOLIDAYS 'cause i don't think going back to school everyday for extra classes is called holidays. Augh! Someone should really do something about this misconception XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HOLIDAY IS A HOLIDAY- that means, NO classes, NO going back to school for anything, NO homework; just the rest period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heh- But HEY! I doubt this would ever change, nothing can be done i s'pose. Oh wells (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ANYWAYS, is my blog dead or what :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously, lately, i don't really have much to blog about; nothing comes to mind when i open the blogger window. HAHA. Guess nothing interesting's happening lately i guess, or probably too caught up with work. That reminds me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ALL THE BEST FOR ALL THE SEC 4s! (prelims &amp; prep for the real thing :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah. As i was saying; nothing much has happened for the past days/weeks (when was the last time i posted?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing but tests after tests and so on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was the GET LOST adventure race last LAST Saturday which i have yet to update about and inlcude the pics XD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OH! And just last Saturday, i attended this charity movie thing at the Zoo. (boy, when was the last time i went back there :P) I went with my family and relatives; pics would be up too.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the movie, i rushed down to Amos' BBQ- celebrate his birthday. Alsa, terence, jethro, chongqing, andrea, florence, janelle and amos the man himself; it has been real long since we've met up huh? ((: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoping to see you guys back at Pei Hwa on thurs ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yep! That night's BBQ pics would also be up soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Till then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The land where cotton candy's clouds and marshmallow's trees awaits XD&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115677927434618396?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115677927434618396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115677927434618396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115677927434618396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115677927434618396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/08/3-more-days-hm.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115607901096349437</id><published>2006-08-20T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:03:30.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GO GO GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5 tests next week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;chem-tml&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SS-tues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;physics-wed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;chinese-thurs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, at least i think that's about it :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, post on GET LOST race will be up soon, i hope :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just want to congrat. ALL teams! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And well done GLORY 4! (: We did our best eh? HAHA. Well, the most important, we had fun yeah? And we raised funds! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;FOR GOD'S GLORY + &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115607901096349437?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115607901096349437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115607901096349437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115607901096349437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115607901096349437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/08/go-go-go5-tests-next-weekchem-tmlss.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115582761054971617</id><published>2006-08-17T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:13:30.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smart geniuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Forming an equation:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. To chase women, one must have money and time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Therfore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;women = money x time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Time is precious, just like money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Therefore, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;women = money X money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;women= money&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Money is the root of all evil. Evil is also a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;women = money&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sub (square root problem) into money,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Therefore, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;women = (square root problem)&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;women = problem!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Expansion&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;( There's s'pose to be a picture here, but my blog somehow can't upload it. Thus, i shall edit this another day (: well, if possible.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115582761054971617?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115582761054971617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115582761054971617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115582761054971617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115582761054971617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/08/smart-geniusesforming-equation1.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115573843643299599</id><published>2006-08-16T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:27:16.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;too fast; make me remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't updated in a long while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-hee XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have been feeling rather lazy to update, and probably because there's nothing to blog about, nothing special, nothing interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lately, i've been letting all my troubles pass me by. I don't dwell on them long like last time. Well, it's not exactly as good as  you think. I keep having the thought of giving up, letting everything pass, and not even bothering to do anything about them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't bottle them up, she says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't give up easily, she says. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trying really hard here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But nothing seems to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ayes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(digress. digress)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ain't no other man by Christina is the song that has been on replay in my head! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OVER &amp; OVER again. Augh, i think i'm so liking that song now! Duh~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115573843643299599?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115573843643299599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115573843643299599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115573843643299599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115573843643299599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/08/too-fast-make-me-rememberi-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115521734626691573</id><published>2006-08-10T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:42:26.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe you can't be liked by everyone;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Doubt anyone would be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I learnt that &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's always a first for everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And that was indeed my first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bad girl vanessa, &lt;strong&gt;bad-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wonder how i'm going to go to school..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;probably just suffer from a minor stage of quietness for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115521734626691573?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115521734626691573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115521734626691573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115521734626691573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115521734626691573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/08/stonemaybe-you-cant-be-liked-by.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115482949780606591</id><published>2006-08-06T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T09:58:18.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stop comparing, please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry, i'm not what you want me to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My fever has subsided, but i can't be sure that it would stay that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am now home, doing my coursework *sobs* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I figured, since i'm still having fever, skip sunday school and do coursework at home. BUT of course, i'm trying my best to be able to go for 11.30 service la'er. No, i HAVE too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a sunday, how could i miss church! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night was the worse. Just when i thought i was getting better, that my fever was slowly going away, it hit me again after dinner; the highest that i had the whole day: 38.1 All along, yesterday, it has been lingering around 37.0-37.8, so i thought it would be gone sooner or later. However, the fact that it kept going up and down unexpectedly.. i stand corrected=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I could not talk, i could not stand properly, i was weak, i was uncomfortable, i felt SUPER hot. (warm XD). It was terrible, i hated the feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nyways, putting that dreadful part aside, after dinner, i went to my aunt's house to visit, check out chloe's new 2 baby hamsters named kim chee (kimmy &amp; cheeky) CUTE RIGHT! Chloe named them herself. &amp;amp; lastly, to check out cute lil tristan! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, i found out tristan had some problems with pronounciation of some words, or rather, articulation. HEH. And i really mean problem. BUT HEY! He's SO adorable, even when he says those 2 words. It's really cute! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't wait to see him grow up! No wait, i don't want him to grow up. I want him to stay the way he is. It's just right (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OH OH OH! I bought a new pair of earrings, a wallet, and jie &amp;amp; I got new bags from aunt stella! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE HOLLAND V! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hehehhehehehehehehehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The best place to buy nice stuff, and food's great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm loving it~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115482949780606591?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115482949780606591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115482949780606591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115482949780606591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115482949780606591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/08/stop-comparing-pleasesorry-im-not-what.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115460971790802423</id><published>2006-08-03T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:55:17.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/cal_hobbes%20(hammer).0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/cal_hobbes%20%28hammer%29.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115460971790802423?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115460971790802423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115460971790802423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115460971790802423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115460971790802423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115443343165249624</id><published>2006-08-01T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:57:11.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
VANESSA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Gender: Feminine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Usage: &lt;a class="usg" href="http://www.behindthename.com/nmc/eng.php"&gt;English&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Pronounced: va-NES-a   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Invented by author Jonathan Swift. He arrived at it by rearranging the initial syllables of the first name and surname of Esther Vanhomrigh, his close friend. Vanessa was later used as the name of a genus of butterfly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; BUTTERFLY! (:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what's genus? hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115443343165249624?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115443343165249624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115443343165249624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115443343165249624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115443343165249624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/08/vanessa-gender-feminine-usage-english.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115442307299246530</id><published>2006-08-01T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T17:04:33.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;going for a run in 5mins XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The small cotton wool like clouds against the baby blue sky suggested gentleness to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I stared out the window as my mother drove me home from school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The clouds were not closely packed together, nor was it like super puffy and thick. They were scattered here and there. Average sizes, not too big, not too small. This time, cotton wool was what they looked like- not cotton candy ): BUT, they still looked lovely! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HEY. So much for thinking i could even pass for chinese 'cause 'ya know what? I FAILED! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp; badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For once i thought i already did my best; my &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; best, but HOH nooooOoo~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think trying the hardest of my abilities for chinese would not make a difference. I give up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A bitter F9 was all i could attain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp; that was not the only 'depressing' thing or rather result that hit me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Physics; yes, BE-A-utiful physics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;IT WAS JUST 1 MARK! T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lols. Well, i didn't exactly expected myself to pass initially, but i still felt disappointed and angry with myself when i recieved the paper and the horrid marks. And mr. prakash had to arrange them in order. I WAS THE LAST ONE TO FAIL. (o.kie. that was an odd way of saying it XD) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, after my teacher called my name to give me my paper, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" okie! from now, everyone pass!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was irritating and unpleasant to my ear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Blame myself for not being able to do physics at all T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nvm! I really feel like giving up on physics and chinese. But on second thought, hm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey- i'm only sec 3. There's still time for improvement aye? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm going to JIA YOU harder-er for these 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cheer up chew! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For the first time, yes shocking i know, i'm thinking positive :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yep. So must try to improve on our chinese XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115442307299246530?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115442307299246530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115442307299246530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115442307299246530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115442307299246530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/08/going-for-run-in-5mins-xdthe-small.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115433550390020216</id><published>2006-07-31T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T16:45:03.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/ch940906.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/ch940906.1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;






&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovely weather today, ain't it (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115433550390020216?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115433550390020216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115433550390020216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115433550390020216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115433550390020216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/07/lovely-weather-today-aint-it.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115427481765716716</id><published>2006-07-30T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:53:37.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;subway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;50 CENTS SAYS THERE WAS SOMETHING IN YOUR SANDWICH JIE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;either that or your screws weren't tight today (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115427481765716716?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115427481765716716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115427481765716716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115427481765716716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115427481765716716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/07/subway50-cents-says-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115417409517286741</id><published>2006-07-29T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T19:54:55.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;left my fear by the side of the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The piano piece 'Moonlight sonata' is really nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This time, i'm going to try to complete all three parts, starting with part 1. (duh!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, the last time i tried it, i wasn't even close to finishing the first part. Only made it thru the first and half of the second page. Quite pathetic huh? HOH, it's just me. I give up easily, and besides, i don't DO theory. I can just sit there, spending who-knows-how-long figuring and remembering the notes. Mainly, figuring out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bearing in mind- that's why i quit piano lessons cause grade 5 needed theory..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And i so regret quitting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, i suddenly had that piece ringing in my head today. And i thot it was the best method of expressing what i was feeling. Well, i didn't exactly know what i was feeling, but all i know is that im feeling gloomy and in no mood to smile. Odd, yes i know. I don't even know why!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yep. So, after tuition, i came back home, rummaged thru my loose and messed up piano scores and found it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dusty but still the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I opened the door only to feel the breeze in my face. It was very inviting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the sky was dark, greyish. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I sat there and started off with the first few bars, and managed to pick up what i remembered from last time. HAHA. So much for theory :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I felt better after playing that same first page and second half over and over again. It didn't flow from the second page-half back to the first but, HECK, who cares! I felt good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LOLS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Okie. Now its back to the books, the worksheets, the coursework, the compos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AUGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's my weekend homework. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(WHY IS IT CALLED WEEKENDS? -.-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh wells.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jie, please cheer up;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whatever it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SMILE kies?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115417409517286741?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115417409517286741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115417409517286741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115417409517286741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115417409517286741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/07/left-my-fear-by-side-of-roadthe-piano.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115399005238198682</id><published>2006-07-27T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T16:47:33.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy landing on a chocolate bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Call me crazy but i think chinese paper was exceptionally understandable to me today. All the passages- i could understand, BUT that won't mean that i'll pass. I MAY, or may NOT. No idea. But i really felt i tried my best today; hope it ain't wasted (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today's weather's insanely scorching hot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On my way back from school, i craved for an ice cream, i even planned what flavour and blah. And i had it XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haven't enjoyed one in a long time, hehs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Strangely, now, i'm witnessing the movement of the clouds. Apparently, the dark greyish clouds are slowly covering the sky, blocking out the bright sun. What a drastic change ain't it? LOLs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, weather update!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-today's weather:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Currently, the temperature has dropped from er, sth to sth. (righttt.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And it is now partly cloudy, heavy showers may occur in the central part of Singapore. (i'm SO hoping)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to hear the soft hammerings of the raindrops on the rooftops, slowly changing and getting heavier and louder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to hear thunder, BUT not see lightnening XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want watch the raindrops falling from the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please rain! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im going to jia you; harder from now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115399005238198682?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115399005238198682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115399005238198682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115399005238198682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115399005238198682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-landing-on-chocolate-barcall-me.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115392822748958509</id><published>2006-07-26T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:37:07.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OR NOT-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so much for picking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i &lt;u&gt;DETEST&lt;/u&gt; physics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Their fruitless effort; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my stupidity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AUGH~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so not touching physics for the next few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks &lt;strong&gt;COB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7224321-115392822748958509?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115392822748958509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115392822748958509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115392822748958509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115392822748958509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/07/or-not-so-much-for-picking-upi-detest.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115383938552561448</id><published>2006-07-25T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:00:05.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PICKING UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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thanks &lt;strong&gt;WENYAO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thanks &lt;strong&gt;BIG D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thanks &lt;strong&gt;ZJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thanks &lt;strong&gt;MATT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thanks &lt;strong&gt;WIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thanks &lt;strong&gt;SEPH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thanks &lt;strong&gt;EVAN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;THANKS a million (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apologise for my slowness :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Will try my best tml! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115383938552561448?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115383938552561448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115383938552561448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115383938552561448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115383938552561448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/07/picking-up-thanks-wenyaothanks-big.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115349688436487196</id><published>2006-07-21T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:48:04.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPINESS IS WINNING OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School was different today. Well, maybe only for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It isn't much of a difference, but it was odd to me that i felt fine and happy to be alone today. I didn't want anyone to rob me of this unusal euphoria. And because of that, i guess i was abit cold to some people. SOME. And to others, probably zombie-like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Anyways, i walked back to class &lt;u&gt;alone&lt;/u&gt; when i was done with recess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't done that, or was that, for like 1 year or so. I was like that when i was sec 1, but slowly 'recovered' after june that year. Yep. It has been awhile since i felt that loneliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have also been worried about being lonely- i HATE that feeling, and it gets me worried. But this time round, i wanted to. When i just left the canteen, it really felt odd. No one was around me, the area that i was walking along was empty. But after awhile, it felt good to me. (odd ain't it?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well. I took my time and walked (or strolled) back to class with many things going thru my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another thing, they weren't sad things. There wasn't much worries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The bell rang. It indicated the start of the last period of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The last bell for the day finally rung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp; the class was still filled with bags and people sitting around waiting for each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One by one, group by group, they left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Leaving me, myself and i in the classroom that suddenly seemed so huge to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Huge and empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When it was the time that i arranged with my dad to fetch me from school, i packed my stuff and switched off the lights and the fans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I walked out of my classroom, alone, but happy. OR not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I closed the door behind me, and suddenly pictured myself closing the green door, and andrea, florence, janelle &amp; LOVE 6 there with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pei Hwa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah yes. The old days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then i was back to the orange door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took my last glance at my reflection thru the long rectangle piece of glass in the door and left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Expressionless but yet, happy in a way-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ayes, i &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; after-schools. Its the best time of the day during the weekdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday especially, the shortest (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp; what's more, YF- my home, my comfort zone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;my joy&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115349688436487196?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115349688436487196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115349688436487196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115349688436487196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115349688436487196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/07/happiness-is-winning-over.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115314771439560186</id><published>2006-07-17T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:48:34.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my answered prayer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My F&amp;N teacher did not come to class today, so we had to report to the hall and do our own self revision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were made to sit at the tables that were arranged by out fellow students who were talking during the self revision time. I sat right at the side entrance of the hall. It was completely open, and the parade square was just there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I did my work quietly and soon learnt that the sky was becoming darker and darker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I started admiring the beautiful grey sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The gloomy sky brightened up my day, well, maybe only at that moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, call me odd. But i love rain, especially when im in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The winds grew stronger and stronger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The hall grew darker together with the clouds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The trees in the field looked as tho it was just pasted up there in the sky. It didn't look real. The surroundings didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The colours didn't match; nothing did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But i felt good(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took frequent glances at the sky and enjoyed the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't want to return to class when the bell rang. But i did anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sound of thunder was really comforting to me, and the patterings of the rain was indeed music to my ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So much for my monday blues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was just too good today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8.30- 1.30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think i'm starting to like mondays cause of the timing :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp; when it was time to go home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;IT SHINED! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115314771439560186?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115314771439560186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115314771439560186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115314771439560186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115314771439560186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-answered-prayer-my-f-nothing-did.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115305994182310115</id><published>2006-07-16T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:25:41.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the second one (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just want to wish all the sec 4s ALLT THE BEST for your O' chinese listening compre tml! ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You'll be in my prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Make my life a prayer to you &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Make my life a prayer to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to do what You want me to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No empty words, no white lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No token prayers, no compromise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to shine the light You gave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Through Your Son You sent to save us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From ourselves and our despair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It comforts me to konw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're really there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I want to thank You now for being patient with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, it's so hard to see when my eyes are on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess I'll have to trust and just believe what You say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, You're coming again, coming to take me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to die and let You give Your life to me that I might live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And share the hope You gave to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The love that set me free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to tell the world out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're not something or fairy tale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That I've made up inside my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're God the Son, You've risen from the dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I want to thank You now for being patient with me
Oh, it's so hard to see when my eyes are on me
I guess I'll have to trust and just believe what You say
Oh, You're coming again, coming to take me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115305994182310115?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115305994182310115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115305994182310115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115305994182310115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115305994182310115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/07/second-one-just-want-to-wish-all-sec.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115277712321859066</id><published>2006-07-13T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T15:52:03.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the start or something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I found comfort in the sour bomb sweets that was given to me today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just 5 of them, and i felt refreshed and better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sour taste must have replaced the bitterness in here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why should i care, i'm not s'pose to. I didn't for awhile, and why again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm feeling easily agitated, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm feeling easily annoyed about everyone around me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(i doubt its the time of the month YET)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But hey! I think i've got a problem. So kill be for being so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115277712321859066?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115277712321859066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115277712321859066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115277712321859066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115277712321859066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/07/start-or-something-newi-found-comfort.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115232698460773524</id><published>2006-07-08T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T10:49:45.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;this was how we spent youth day hol (: &lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&amp; most of us came back burnt! ;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115232698460773524?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115232698460773524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115232698460773524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115232698460773524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115232698460773524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-was-how-we-spent-youth-day-hol-p.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115176733803444082</id><published>2006-07-01T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:22:18.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Germany-4, Argentina-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WOOHOO. GO GERMANY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Great match! Well, aside from me nodding off towards the end. (hey! It was really late, and no one was scoring. So much extra time given!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A couple of us went to blim's house to watch the match. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The thing that kept be awake was benita's screeches and her sudden jump and movement on the sofa when the ball was nearing the goal of Argentina's :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And tonight, England vs Portugal. &amp; &lt;u&gt;BRAZAIL&lt;/u&gt; vs France.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dang. My dad just informed me that he couldn't tap into the malaysian channels for the matches. SO SAD! Now havta go down to blim's to watch, and i'm lazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shucks, i'd probably stay home and find out the score tml :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The aircon in my dad's car's spoilt. So, these few days we've been having the windows winded down for natural aircon. It feels great actually, apart from all the loud noises and blahs and stuff, loved the wind in my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I kinda stoned and drifted away with the wind on the way to dinner. I had COOLIE!!! MY DAD MANAGED TO TAP INTO THE MALAYSIAN CHANNEL! YEAH MAN! YAY YAY YAY YAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OOps, anyways, as i was saying ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Erm, yeah, i had some slow jazzy sone playing on my mp3. Blended in well:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah yes. Had also an additional sound to all the songs that played in my ear- the wind. I could hear it, deep and loud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now i know how it feels like to drive some convertable. LOL! BUT, of course there are some disadvantages like dust and small dirt particles flying into your face when some bus or fast bikie and other vehicles zoom pass yours. Or when some old truck or bus pass by you and black fumes 'floats' out of the exhuast pipe. I would list more, but.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Island creamery so rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAHAH. About 10 of us went down there to enjoy their wonderful ice-creams; banana &amp; apple pie. Unique and tasty. Well, most of it. LOL. Jia hui and Big D had tiger soba or whatever you call it. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHAT THE CRAP! THAT MALAYSIAN CHANNEL DOESNT SHOW THE MATCH! WHAT THE CRAP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Augh! Big D &amp; sam just came over to find that the channel that i tapped into didn't show the match at all and now their at blim's wathching. I'd go, if i was allowed. The heck. Nvm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AS I WAS SAYING, we were all digging into 2 tubs of ice-cream when wil spotted this cool car (V8?), don't know. I cant really remember the names, remember the appearance. MUAHAH. Anyways, all of us paused and our eyes  followed the car as it went off. It was really funny, all our heads turned and followed the car until it couldn't be seen and then we resumed. HAHAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah wells! So much for the euphoria i felt just now,  knowing that i could watch the matches home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AUGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ugh- guess i should hit the books now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Might as well look forward to Youth sunday tml and sentosa on monday! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;YEAH, feels good now. But still..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115176733803444082?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115176733803444082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115176733803444082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115176733803444082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115176733803444082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/07/germany-4-argentina-2woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115158692000265511</id><published>2006-06-29T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:15:20.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zipadeedoodah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My, oh my what a wonderful day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plenty of sunshine heading my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mister Bluebird on my shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's the truth, it's actch'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ev'rything is satisfactch'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wonderful feeling, wonderful day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These few days, i tire easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't seem to have enough and much energy to last me thru the day. Or even after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm feeling rather sleepy and tired now. And i have a test tml! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lovely-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115158692000265511?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115158692000265511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115158692000265511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115158692000265511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115158692000265511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/06/zipadeedoodahzip-dee-doo-dah-zip-dee.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115131888599728643</id><published>2006-06-26T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T18:48:06.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the time i tucked myself nicely in bed, it was already 12:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And by the time i drifted to slumberland, i reckon it was about 1:45 'cause the last time i glanced at the clock, it was 1:25. And i forced myself to darkness, hoping it'll allow me to enter lalala land soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, the weirdest thing; i managed to wake up this morning &amp; i was pretty much wide awake and didn't feel tired or going back to sleep when i got out of bed. In fact, i was at a lost. I didn't know, for a split second, why i was up so early. Then the question was, ' damn. what time do i usual leave the house? What time am i s'pose to get to school? Am i s'pose to be in school today? Am i late?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss the holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
While waiting for my F&amp;N teacher to come into class, i counted down to the next holiday. I marked out all the holidays- public/school/the-day-after-kind-of-holiday, everything. Call me stupid. But i always do that after some long holiday. Well, 4 more days to this weekend, and it's youth day holiday on Monday! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One thing's for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I survived the first day. I'm so relieved. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was surprisingly awake in lessons till 2pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just knocked out. It was as tho my engery bar that i was running on just emptied itself. I kinda dozed up in E-maths. Terrible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But oh wells!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEDDY GEIGER: &lt;em&gt;For you i will (confidence)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wandering the streets, in a world underneath it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As what I can't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;round your finger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight I'm not afraid to tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What I feel about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and cannon ball into the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Forgive me if I stutter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From all of the clutter in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cuz I could fall asleep in those eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like a water bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do I seem familiar, I've crossed you in hallways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a thousand times, no more camouflage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to be exposed, and not be afraid to fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
and cannon ball into the water
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You always want what you can't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I've got to try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I could dim the lights in the mall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And create a mood I would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shout out your name so it echoes in every room, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's what I'd do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's what I'd do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To get through to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And cannon ball into the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You always want what you can't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I've got to try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ugh. i'm starting to get impartient with my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It always screw up on me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*cools* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115131888599728643?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115131888599728643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115131888599728643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115131888599728643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115131888599728643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/06/shoot-all-bluejays-you-want-if-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115125110311463623</id><published>2006-06-25T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T18:52:07.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chaos Butterfly™ - ιδιωτης - Folie à deux - Take 5 - Psychoceramic - 5 solas - /wrists - Dont Drink &amp; Derive - Procrastinatin' says:
&lt;u&gt;*takes out my books from my bag, rubs hands together* let the last minute insanity begin!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's 11:40 now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;20 more minutes to go till its officially monday- doom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's count down together shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's 11:41 now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's 11:42 now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm just going to clock down every minute that passes by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;YEAH IM SURE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ayes, it's saddening enough to know that the hols are over (it's 11:43 now), and now i'm counting down? It's madness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I keep telling myself that the things that happen there doesn't and will not mean anything to me, but i'm still afraid to face it. Especially when you can predict what's going to happen, considering the fact that it has been happening for the past 2 years. Well, i'm pretty much used to it now. And now, it's even better. I've got ppl back here who cares. I know it. I feel much secured :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okie. It's now 11:47.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And im deciding whether i should go to bed &amp;amp; wake up to my doom tml. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11:48&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I so know that i'm going to die in shcool tml. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll just doze off as soon as lessons starts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, hope i'll survive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And hey! I just recieved a msg that i have to report for duty at 7 am tml morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Kill' me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I bet i can't wake up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11:49&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Should i turn in now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11:50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not lieterally waiting for time to fly! It just does! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When i take the next glance at the time, it just goes! AHHH! It flies too fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SLOW DOWN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Ugh. As if this would work-.-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11:51&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
11:52&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okie! Maybe i should just end it off here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, i shall wish everyone the best of luck for tml! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let the studying begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i shall imagine that it is 12am now, thus officially is monday! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ugh. Good luck to me! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115125110311463623?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115125110311463623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115125110311463623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115125110311463623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115125110311463623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/06/chaos-butterfly-folie-deux-take-5.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115116788922560865</id><published>2006-06-24T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T18:55:12.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i don't care, i won you in checkers! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ugh. The last time i tried updating the events that has happened in this month of June, my blog just screwed me! It turned out all wrong; the arrangement of the pictures &amp; blah blah.
So fed up!
It always happens, always to me.
But oh wells. Im here to try once again.
I'm calm XD
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;last FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;
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speak no evil, &lt;u&gt;smell&lt;/u&gt; no evil, hear no evil.
excuse nic for his misconception :P
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1,2,3
some failure attempt of trying to act cute;
once again, please excuse nic of his misconception of the number 3!
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&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/u&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the friendly match between the pres.churches-
whites: captain's ball
blues: soccer
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/pris"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/pris%27-4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;













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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;CHURCH CAMP&lt;/u&gt;
"&lt;em&gt;if i remian in you, and your words remain in me, ask whatever you wish and it will be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;given you"&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;-john 15:7&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we're the great minds!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it wasn't planned;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aaron &amp; wenyao wore the same shirt, and pris &amp;amp; i wore the same too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so missing camp now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The worships, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the company,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the living-so-near-to-eachother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the everyday-seeing-one another,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the BOWLING,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the games,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the late nights, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the running around the hotel late at night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, of course it shouldn be only about the fun and games, but also about HIM+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yep. I'm hoping that time would fly fast, that all would fast forward to the november &amp; december holidays. I don't want to go back to shcool, its gonna be dull, its gonna be tough, its gonna be crazy, its gonna be problems once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's my doom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But oh wells, i shall continue to look forward to fridays, saturdays, and sundays! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will TRY to be happy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i will TRY to not bite my fingers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i will TRY to not bother about them, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i will TRY to practice to be humble, loving, patient &amp;amp; gentle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(boy am i ambitious!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okie dokie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BOWLING TOMORROW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We aim to be HIGH like mad, and make the last day of this holiday good! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115116788922560865?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115116788922560865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115116788922560865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115116788922560865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115116788922560865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-care-i-won-you-in-checkers-d.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115072770432116582</id><published>2006-06-19T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:35:04.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAKE 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm now rather lazy to blog again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be uploading the pictures soon- hopefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have yet to recieve all the pictures! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's already the last week, and i'm left with physics and one more book report.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Crap. So much for finishing everything on the first week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, i'm gonna enjoy myself this week no matter what!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I already started off today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MOVIE with the pig!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And tommorw, i think i'll be having some XBOX marathon! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dang it! My dad agreed to the world cup channels but my mom didn't. Guess i shall head to MACs to watch with beni and group!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115072770432116582?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115072770432116582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115072770432116582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115072770432116582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115072770432116582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/06/take-5im-now-rather-lazy-to-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115020174707244476</id><published>2006-06-13T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T20:29:07.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-homer/bart simpson/wil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay. Call me crazy but i'm 'sad'. I have officially finished my cotton candy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HO! That must have taken a long while for me to finish it considering the fact that i bought it last monday at the funfair; you'd say. But hey! I got one tub of strawberry cotton &amp; a small packet of blueberry cotton. If i did finish them all on that day itself, i would just die of sugar high-ness and be more vulnerable to diabetes. HAHAHAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Besides, my dad was against me finishing it all in one day cause it's &lt;u&gt;pure&lt;/u&gt; sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So.. yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anyway, the point is, IT'S ALL GONE! Now i have to wait till some other funfair (which i doubt i'd be going again) or maybe some miraculous day when it rains cotton candy instead of rain water. (if it happens, i would like the strawberry flavoured one :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, guess i have to rely on my LaLaLand now that i'm out of cotton candy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chewing my pillow while dreaming that i'm stuffing myself with 'grass' in slumberland sounds perfect considering the situation i'm in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh blame me for my deprived childhood! ;D  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just received an e-mail from Leon with the pictures from his camera at pris' party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wonder whether i should upload them now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think i shall edit them, and stick them, and do all those funny stuff before uploading. Want to try someting new. HEE! I'll probably make a collage with the other events that are nearing like the church camp; DUH, it's tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It just hit me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;flies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, there's only one pathetic week left of the June holiday. And i didn't really make much out of this holiday. In other words: MOVIES, SENTOSA, SHOPPING, BADMINTON, etc etc. (ever wondered how to spell the full word of etc? HAHAHA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, i think i just wasted this holiday away on the holiday assignments! Crap &amp; BULL-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been procrastinating since the start of the holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I aim to finish ALL my assignments on the first week of the holiday so i can enjoy the remaining weeks &amp; revise" YEAH RIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess what genius, you still have physics and english left!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, i don't mind english. It's just the 2 book reviews left. Wait, make that 1. I completed one just yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good book&lt;em&gt;; the five people you meet in heaven&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks jie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, as i was saying.. I don't mind english. I suddenly develop a liking in books, thanks to my recommend-er, anon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, and physics. HAH! I can't help it. I just don't enjoy the subject, thus, i dread doing it! MUAHAHAHA! But, i'll finish it that's for sure.. i hope. I'm planning to bring it to camp tml. There's free&amp;easy, so i s'pose i could squeeze physics in while the others have mass tuition with wen yao! Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, THAT, is &lt;u&gt;good&lt;/u&gt; peer pressure(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i feel like a BIG fool&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;for letting the ridic stress get to me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks benita! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115020174707244476?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115020174707244476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115020174707244476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115020174707244476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115020174707244476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/06/whatever-doesnt-kill-you-makes-you.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-115011857243011749</id><published>2006-06-12T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T21:22:52.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HER&lt;/u&gt; SWEET SIXTEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11th June 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO PRISCILLA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lotsa &lt;3,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ME-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-115011857243011749?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/115011857243011749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=115011857243011749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115011857243011749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/115011857243011749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/06/her-sweet-sixteen11th-june-2006happy.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114959881495055343</id><published>2006-06-06T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:00:14.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp; wil was trying to make me fall asleep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT AT THE WRONG TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"i am soft and comfortable. i bring dreams of lands where cotton candy is grass and marshmellows are clouds."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"*your pillow stands up and prances around the edge of your bed* come vanessa, enter slumberland.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"*bed leaps forward and engulfs you in its warmth and comfort.. the soft pillow presses against your head and your eyes start to droop, your mind stops thinking and you enter dreamland, where cotton candy lie everywhere, skittles make up rainbows, marshmellows - clouds, and the roads are paved with milk chocolate.*"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was around 12 midnight last night, and just when i got the sudden energy &amp;amp; momentum to do my homework, wil had to come along and 'encourage' me with those. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When i finally decided to turn it, i couldn't sleep or drift off to lalaland. Well, so much for the cotton candy and marshmellows..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114959881495055343?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114959881495055343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114959881495055343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114959881495055343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114959881495055343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/06/momentum-to-do-my-homework-wil-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114959652393168408</id><published>2006-06-06T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T20:22:03.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;GREAT ARTIST AT WORK!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/twin%20illusion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/well%20illusion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/spidey%20illusion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/seal%20illusion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/rescue%20illusion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/hole%20illusion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/gold%20mine%20illusion.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/gold%20illusion.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/coca%20illusion.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/comp%20illusion.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/avoiding%20illusion.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/bat%20man%20resuce%20illusion.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;












&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114959652393168408?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114959652393168408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114959652393168408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114959652393168408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114959652393168408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/06/great-artist-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114949270906104370</id><published>2006-06-05T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T15:34:12.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH SWEET SUGAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This kiddy carnival killed me, i DIED! My mom already paid for the tic so what could i do but to take my lil' cousin, chloe, to the carnival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okie, maybe it's fun and enjoyable for the little kids, BUT NOT ME! hahah, i was only interested in the music part. However, i must say, it was sort of cute to see the small children playing, fooling around, screaming &amp; dancing. ayes, i'm old! -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, there were a lot enthu parents there too! And they were really REALLY enthu :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The grand finale made my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The percussionist were okay, but there's this auzzie guy, he's really PRO and good. I adored his smile ((X They performed different kinds of music: jazz/ latin/ javanese, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was beautiful, and they got the audience to clap along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH OH! candy floss also made my day too! :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, long long years. I bought 2 tubs, YEAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/PICT1919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/PICT1919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LOOK AT HOW BIG ACS(B)' HALL IS!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/PICT1920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/PICT1920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a lil fun &amp; games of the kids&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/PICT1925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/PICT1925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chloe facing the rest in confusion&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/PICT1927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/PICT1927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chloe&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/PICT1916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/PICT1916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chloe volunteered&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/PICT1930.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/PICT1930.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/PICT1936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/PICT1936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the 'plank of wood' there; it's a drum! (base &amp; snare sound) &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/PICT1939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/PICT1939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the grand finale: percussions!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/PICT1941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/PICT1941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pro drummer :X&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114949270906104370?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114949270906104370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114949270906104370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114949270906104370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114949270906104370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-sweet-sugarthis-kiddy-carnival.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114896808586561650</id><published>2006-05-30T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T13:48:05.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/POC%20II.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp; I GUESS IM BACK TO THE START&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp; maybe primary school isn't the most joyous times i had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp; maybe it's all a lie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp; maybe there's a big &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;green&lt;/u&gt; monster on my back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp; maybe it was meant to turn out this way, that she wasn't the best pal that i had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp; maybe it was my fault to let it slip away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp; maybe its the interest that pulls this bond apart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp; maybe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I read their blogs, and i think im getting a tat bit jealous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They're (both) into arts and dance. I'm no where there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But it doesn't matter now, does it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't want to be possesive, i don't want another arguement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I shall just let things be the way it is planned to be, tho it's really tough. But, i guess, i have to let things go sometimes. And this time, i'm not going to be difficult. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If it's meant to be, then, let it be (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't want to be some possesive spoilt brat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I TELL YOU, Today's E-maths remedial's a bunch of wasted time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought we would be learning something new, or have some massive revision of all the topics that we have learnt so far. But unfortunantly.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And and! It was only an hour of class -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We did 6 SIMPLE questions on trigo and learnt 2 tricks on the calculator... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whee! It was such a productive morning don't you think!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, it's only one lesson for this E-maths subject. The rest of the tedious subs are to come, good luck to me. Especially friday's and thursday's remedial. Lock-in-night is going to suck all my energy out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But i'm so not going to blame it, I WANT TO GO FOR LOCK-IN-NIGHT, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;not school.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tralalalala~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to watch X-3 and over the hedge &amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN; the dead man's chest! (which, mind you, is coming out in JULY) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Argh. Why can't it come out in June! July might not be a really good time to catch a movie, for me. =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, we'll see i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okie, maybe not X-3; not a huge fan here! HAHA :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114896808586561650?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114896808586561650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114896808586561650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114896808586561650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114896808586561650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-huge-fan-here-haha-d_30.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114890404832375268</id><published>2006-05-29T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T20:00:48.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i woke up to the sound of what seemed to be the beep that indicated the turn off of the air-con. okie, i wasn't exactly 'eyes open' kind of awake. i was still floating around in la la land, and at the same time, back to reality. i continued to 'pig' in bed as the cold air which filled my room excape thru the ajar door that my mom had left open. i grew warm and uncomfortable; i kicked off my small blanket on me and frowned in my ending journey of la la land. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;finally, my eyes decided that it was enough, i had already been sleeping for 3 ful hours, and no, this isn't in the morning nor is it the normal sleeping time that we all take. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was kinda like an afternoon nap, but it wasn't planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;who wouldn't get tired and bored of doing holiday homework:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as my eyes opened slowly, there was this bright light shinning thru my window. and i felt as tho i was blinded for that few seconds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sun was &lt;u&gt;directly&lt;/u&gt; at the other end of my window. it was very bright and beautiful. at the position which i was lying on the bed, it was as tho the sun was right in my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it was an odd and rare sight, but then again, lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it was like a bright shinning sunflower up in the sky, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;like a huge glowing star; the bright light produce, the shape, the beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the sunlight lighted only my head area, leaving the rest of my body and the bed in the shadow of the wall below the windows and the curtains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've got like a hundred more SUBJECTS of homework to go X_X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay! &lt;/strong&gt;im gonna finish at least 2 subjects tonight before my nighty night time, i hope...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and great, my remedials start tml. it's really going to be a very tight schedule to keep from tml onwards. remedials followed by remedials with LOCK-IN-NIGHT in between. im so dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i think i'll be asleep in class on the thurs and fri's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sobs~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt; shoutouts!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SAM, CRYSTAL &amp; GAVIN,&lt;/em&gt; (whoa, that's a mouthful)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a BIG congrats to those who took their chinese O paper today! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 down, 7 more to go (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hahah, well , guess it kinda depends if they manage to pass this paper huh? but, anyways, go enjoy your june hols, and at the same time study hard for the rest of the other papers! whee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my turn is next year man,  *gulp*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114890404832375268?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114890404832375268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114890404832375268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114890404832375268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114890404832375268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-are-my-sunshinei-woke-up-to-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114865990684906810</id><published>2006-05-27T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T00:11:46.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND YES. CALL ME STUPID(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i SURVIVED thru the first leading of a bible study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okie, i have to admit, it wasn't that bad as i had imagined. LOLs. scared myself :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yes yes, it's all in the mind. heex! i've learned that the first try and the first time wouldn't be smooth sailing as you want it to be. you'll always have to start from some bad area to improve! and, HEE! i don't think i would mind to lead again IF i suddenly have the urge to. heex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nah, i think i'll try to take turns with sam to lead. alternate. don't want to push everything to him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;IM A GOOD ATL OKIE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cheers man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its the end of Term 1 &amp; 2, and its the start of the june holiday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*grins widely* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;happiness ((X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;today's event in school; &lt;u&gt;be-yourself-day.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i think it's the first even be-yourself-day that i attended in my secondary life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;always felt that it was a complete waste of time. and, now that i attended for the first time, YEAH, it was kinda a waste of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;could have sleeped in, watched tv or sth. hahah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okie, maybe i don't have interesting things to do at home, but coming to school wearing your own clothes, watching others surveying your outfit from TOP TO TOE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;like WHAT-THE-heck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;those are some of the reasons why i dread going fot these kind of events that the school organises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was sabotaged to go because i was assigned to be the accountance person; collect the money from each stalls that my class had set up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh! forgot to mention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;today was sort of like a carnival- fund raising carnival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my class did car washing for the Teachers, $7. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hennah painting, $1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sold home-made cookies (made by rowena), 10 pieces for $1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sold home-made cakes (rowena again), 3 triangles for $1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the cakes where one of the favourites by the teachers. BUT, we had heaps of leftovers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HUGE AMOUNT of cakes left. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;poor rowena. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but seriously, it was REALLY delectable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah, the teachers were probably broke to support everyone of our fund raising booths; considering the fact that EVERY class was conducting their own fund raising activites, and almost all of us approached the teachers for support. LOLS! pitiful :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't want to be pessimistic anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't want to be some over sensitive kind of person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;learn to be independent.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okie, maybe not THAT independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to still relay on friends! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks wil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks veron. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks chew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CHANGES(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it shall take place now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've got 1 month recovery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm free from THERE for 1 month! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no wait, its not really a whole month. shucks. i still have to return for remedials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;augh. shitty~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114865990684906810?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114865990684906810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114865990684906810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114865990684906810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114865990684906810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-yes_27.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114837164043680453</id><published>2006-05-23T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:07:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HATE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i need you Jesus, to come to my rescue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;where else can i go? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;there's no other name by which i am saved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;capture me with grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i will follow you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this world has nothing for me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this world has nothing for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cross country cum meet-the-parents session; today's a really short day. came home at about 11.30. and tomorrow's a day off! haha. i shall go for a swim tml, maybe get a tan or sth. =P if it wasn't for the monsoon season that stumbled upon us while we were at OBS, i wouldn't be going swimming for a tan or sth. would be black and happy already, but ah wells. i'll just go tml anyway, i've got nothing to do at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;teng and &lt;em&gt;her group of friends &lt;/em&gt;decided to have their lunch at the bukit timah market. it's not everyday that those people would come to BT, so i took the "lead". maybe i was abit proud or in some way. i mean, i'm always hanging around at BP because my school is there, unsure about the people around me, the environment that surrounds me. this time, its the other way around, that they may be a mile in my shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okie, maybe i'm exaggerating. HEY, they just came here to eat -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;augh. but either ways. i think i kinda acted rather arrogantly. i don't know. just felt that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;they didn't reply me when i asked them stuff or talked to them for that matter, i backed off. fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maybe i'm over sensitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maybe they didn't hear me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maybe i'm just thinking too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maybe i can't take the pressure now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maybe i'm just some annoyed kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maybe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LOLS. i think i should start blogging about happy things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm tired of looking back, and reading the depressing stuff that i'm facing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;besides, EUPHORIA ain't going to be the name of my blog if i keep publishing this kind of entires eh? hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i want to change :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its only a matter of time&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..  &lt;em&gt;i hope&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114837164043680453?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114837164043680453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114837164043680453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114837164043680453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114837164043680453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/05/hate-mei-need-you-jesus-to-come-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114830580288872328</id><published>2006-05-22T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:50:06.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT TO LEARN HOW TO SING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;who am i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that the Lord of all the earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;would care to know my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;would care to feel my hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;who am i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that the bright and morning star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;would choose to light the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for my ever wandering heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no because of who i am, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but because of what you've done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;not because of what i've done, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but because of who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i am a flower quickly fading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a wave tossed in the ocean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a vapour in the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;still you hear me when i'm calling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lord, you catch me when i'm falling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and you've told me who i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i am yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i am yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;who am i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that the eyes that see my sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;would look on me with love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and watch me rise again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;who am i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that the voice that calmed the sea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;would call out through the rain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and calm the storm in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no because of who i am,
but because of what you've done.
not because of what i've done,
but because of who you are.
&lt;br /&gt;
i am a flower quickly fading,
here today and gone tomorrow,
a wave tossed in the ocean,
a vapour in the wind.
still you hear me when i'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when i'm falling,
and you've told me who i am.
i am yours.
i am yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;whom shall i fear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;whom shall i fear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'cause i am yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i am yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the same skit was being showed again as i was on my way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the same skit; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the rear of the buses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this time, the people around me didn't disappear, but the noises that surrounded me just went into the state of muteness. once again, i just stared at the rain, watching the rain water that collected on the road flow down the gentle slope in front of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it wasn't exactly the same as the other time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the feeling, the pain.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its was relatively light, compared to then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a good sign i s'pose? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;probably because i found someone who sort of understands me, who knows how it feels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's indeed a true relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;frankly speaking, i didn't expect it from someone like her :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm not sadist or anything, just really glad that i'm not alone here. hee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm starting to deny whatever i believe in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my intrests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;who i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm starting to discourage myself in my music background. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm stuck at a pathetic level, and i don't seem to be progressing at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i seeked for help, but the help wasn't exactly what i was looking for, it didn't answer to my queries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*groans*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks veron. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really had a good chat with you just now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really felt better :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do cheer up yeah? hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114830580288872328?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114830580288872328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114830580288872328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114830580288872328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114830580288872328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-want-to-learn-how-to-singwho-am.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114796566981024223</id><published>2006-05-18T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:21:09.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VINDICATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i got back my marks for my common test, or in other words, CA1 or mid years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, okie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so my marks aren't very satisfying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've tried so hard. i've tried my best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but i guess my best is not good enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it must be time to start tasting faliure once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i thought i left that all behind, there in those playful and carefree years of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my joyous times, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my memories, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my past, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my happiest moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;probably its an indication to announce that i am slacking too much and should start bucking up and STUDY. and i &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to learn it the hard way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, i think i got the message loud and clear! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;inescapably clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was down in the dumps today and couldn't hold back my tears that were building up inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;they just flowed down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was incapable of controlling my feelings that were overwhelming me at that moment. i was hopeless. BUT, with the encouragements and comforts from the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[X] yao guang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[X] hui ying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[X] hui miang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[X] hui teng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[X] SULAIMAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] tyan soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[X] sebas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[X] chew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a big thanks to you guys. really, and truely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;frankly speaking, i never thot i'd say thanks to SOME of them listed there :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you know, sometimes it seems as tho guys are the best friends to have. don't get me wrong to be some flirt fellow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but seriously, so far, i've noticed that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you know how girls bitch about each other, detest one another, click together, leave others out yada yada yadas.. those kind of stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the opposite gender COULD BE one of the remedys to cure lonelieness in friendships. i don't know. that's what i felt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;caught the movie " a cinderella's story", the guy who is hillary's best bud; yup. THAT'S my ideal kind of friend. and THAT apperently can only be found in US, something that cannot be found in Singapore, i feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to have a friend like that, would be really fab. how i wish* =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh wells, so much for wishes and dreams.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114796566981024223?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114796566981024223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114796566981024223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114796566981024223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114796566981024223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/05/vindicatedi-got-back-my-marks-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114745054664243438</id><published>2006-05-13T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:15:46.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHEN A STRANGER CALLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kurt outing today :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we all met at taka and made our way down to cine to watch the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i got pretty flowers from danica and the others! pretty pretty pretty pretty*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah. actually, the show wasn't as good as i thought it would be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the ending was too abrupt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the poor girl ended up being traumatized,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the killer didn't have any link to the main character. he just popped up from no where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;there was TOO much suspense. overdone -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but ah what the heck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it was still relatively good. hee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im so looking forward to the next outing and PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN II! =D&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/neoprint-kurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/neoprint-kurt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114745054664243438?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114745054664243438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114745054664243438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114745054664243438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114745054664243438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-stranger-callskurt-outing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114733268205408531</id><published>2006-05-11T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T23:52:52.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KURT- OBS' 06 OBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;rocks big time :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIRST DAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the kayak practice;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the capsizing and the T-rescues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the fibre glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the jetty jump&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;SECOND DAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the 5.55&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the shocking morning PT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the HIGH elements!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the trust-your-mates kind of activites;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just fall back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the setting off for the land expedition to campsite 2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the MOSQUITOES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the heavy haversacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the amazing guy chefs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the impressive pitching of our bashas (DANICA, SUE) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the group's independence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the start of wanting the punctuality award (FIONA) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the compact night for the girls VS the spacious night for the guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah. the horrible night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;THRID DAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the breakfast made by danica; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;her tuna sandwiches with overflowing oil 0.O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the MOSQUITOES again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the setting off for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the terrible hike to the quarry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the heavy load on our backs again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the problems and confusion in the forest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the HUGE spider webs and spiders! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the feeling of giving up VS the encouragement from one another :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;THE QUARRY!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the cooling sensation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the raft building &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the bonding of the team in the waters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the hike back to campsite 1; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the long long long long hike back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOURTH DAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the 5.55 again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the relaxing morning PT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the sea expedition around pulau ubin!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the confusion and frustration of all for watches combined at sea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the last minute changes made because of mother nature &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the T-rescue only yao guang and i had to do the jellyfishes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the yucky salt waters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the trend of eating ovaltine and milo powder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the meeting of new friends outside your own watch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the light rain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the waves &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the campsite with no toilets, no bunks, no nothing, but trees and nature. AND a place which is totally infested with MOSQUITOES AND WILD BORES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the controlling of our pee &gt;.&lt; (danica and i didn't want to do anything on that island. GROSS) the powder bath the guy chef's in action again, and the pitching of bashas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the fibre glass cuts again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the goodbyes to our instructor boon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the cold and sticky night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and not to mention, the last night :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIFTH DAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the part II of the sea expedition &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the kayaking into storm; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kayaking in the rain the waves again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the keeping of kayaks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the keeping of our stalls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the trading for lost items in our stalls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the souveneirs!! :DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the parting of ways the real outward bound begins..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;KURT: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOON&lt;/strong&gt;- kurt's instructor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANICA&lt;/strong&gt;- the sweetest and my best bud in the watch (PLMGS) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIONA&lt;/strong&gt;- the bu chuo girl (PLMGS) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARMAINE&lt;/strong&gt;- the one who always take the initiative (PLMGS) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMANDA&lt;/strong&gt;- the loud and funny one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUE&lt;/strong&gt;- the funky girl (KCP) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NARLAN&lt;/strong&gt;- the quiet one (KCP) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROS&lt;/strong&gt;- quiet BUT really helpful (KCP) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LESLIE, YAO GUANG, JARED&lt;/strong&gt;- the clowns, the jokers, and the excellent chefs (WSS, WSS, KCP) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JEROMY&lt;/strong&gt;- the seaX leader (RV) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAISHENG&lt;/strong&gt;- the navigator and the blur-cute one (RV) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FONGYEE&lt;/strong&gt;- the strong, determined one and the encourager! (RV) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHAIYING&lt;/strong&gt;- the cute adorable girl (RV) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HWEE LIAN&lt;/strong&gt;- the one who eats alot! (WSS) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;love you guys alot. thanks for EVERYTHING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/kurt%20pic.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114733268205408531?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114733268205408531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114733268205408531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114733268205408531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114733268205408531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/05/kurt-obs-06-obsrocks-big-time-first.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114647710557993155</id><published>2006-05-01T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:51:45.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/Image056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MY GREEN PENICL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MY GREEN PENCIL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i didn't find it tho. lols-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wen yao bought it for me, and wrote a card too. im so touched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it may not have the sentimental value that was there before, but it sure has a new one now =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANKS ALOT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i didn't think that i would have another one again. its really ex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hahahs! now i can &lt;s&gt;cancel&lt;/s&gt; this in the column of my 'want' list! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I DON'T KNOW HOW TO THANK HIM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114647710557993155?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114647710557993155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114647710557993155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114647710557993155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114647710557993155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-green-penicl-my-green-pencili-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224321.post-114647660765143740</id><published>2006-05-01T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T23:24:11.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/Image089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/Image089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MISS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MISSING,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MISSED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jie, no worries yeah? haha. i'll be missing you too! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it'll just be 5 days and then you'll see me again! muahahahah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, then i'll be going off again for sarawak. lols. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AGAIN, it'll be fast. just 3 days! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;=DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114647660765143740?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114647660765143740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114647660765143740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114647660765143740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114647660765143740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/05/miss-missingmissed-jie-no-worries-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114614930960837509</id><published>2006-04-27T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T22:48:29.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STAINED GLASS MASQUERADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is there anyone that fails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;is there anyone that falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;am i the only one in church today feeling very small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cause when i take a look around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;everybody seems so strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i know they'll soon discover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that i don't belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so i tuck away, like everything's okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if i make them all believe it, maybe i'll believe it too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so with a painted grin, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i play the part again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so everyone will see me the way i see them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;are we happy plastic people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;under shiny plastic steeples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;with walls around our weakness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and smiles to hide our pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but if the invitation's open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to every heart that has been broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maybe then we close the curtain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;on our stained glass masquerade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;is there anyone who's been there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;are there any hands to raise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;am i the only one who's traded in the altar for a stage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the performance is convincing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and we know every line by heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;only when no one is watching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;can we really fall apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but would it set me free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if i dared to let you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the truth behind the person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that you imagine me to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;would your arms be open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;or would you walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;would the love of Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;be enough to make you stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, if the invitation's open &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to every heart that has been broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maybe then we'll close the curtain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;on our stained glass masquerade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is there anyone that fails&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is there any one that falls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;am i the only one...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114614930960837509?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114614930960837509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114614930960837509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114614930960837509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114614930960837509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/04/stained-glass-masqueradeis-there.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114604529278755817</id><published>2006-04-26T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T17:54:52.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU HURT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;as i sat at the holding area of 970, i enjoyed the sound of the rain; raining down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;as 975 moved off slowly, it was as tho the curtains to the stage were drawing open. and there, the show began.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i saw rain falling,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;the many dots of rain hitting the road, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;the rear of buses, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;the gloomy sky, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;bukit panjang.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;eventually, everyone seems to disappear; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;all fading away, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;leaving me behind, seated there waiting for the bus to arrive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i find me myself and i facing the 'stage' right there, all alone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;this little skit here, is all filled with a bunch of liars, a bunch of backstabbers, a bunch of irrnoying people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;all the empty promises, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;the countless stares from her.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;that's right! you're just putting up an act, a filthy act. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;you're just acting as tho you care, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;you're just acting.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;im not blind, neither am i invisible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i DO have feelings, which you do not consider. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hahs, doesnt matter now; you've got yourself a new toy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;im better off being by myslef, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;noone here is worth getting along with.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114604529278755817?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114604529278755817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114604529278755817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114604529278755817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114604529278755817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-hurtas-i-sat-at-holding-area-of.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114543965987983423</id><published>2006-04-19T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T17:43:59.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE BAND, ONE SOUND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

today, my school band went to the national stadium for the full-dress rehearsal for the SYF this saturday. they left during the period right after recess to dress up and practice a few time before leaving for the stadium. so, when we were having maths, they played. it was really loud. DUH. i though it was really nice. haha. i got distracted; wasn't paying attention to my teacher, we couldn even hear her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the band played their whole piece, and for the first time, i heard it. it didn't have any breaks or stops in between- the FULL piece. i really thought it was really good. they played together, and it wasn't messy. hahaha. =D it made me want to go for the SYF on saturday to support them. but then again, i don't feel like it. i mean, i have common test next week! not only me, yeah i know. WE have common test next week! how are we gonna study and pass if our saturday is totally booked for SYF?! sobs. help! hm.. in the first place, hehehex, it's actually compulsory. but... =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;everytime i hear the band play, it makes me feel like joining band. ayes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but i know its really tough, and sometimes tiring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BUT either ways, i don't think i'll be able to if i have the chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I CANT READ NOTES, I DON'T DO THEORY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;argh-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;had CCA today, but mr chang didn't come, so we didn't watch disc 2 of "nobody knows"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOBS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wei lin and i were so looking forward to it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh well. hopefully he'll turn up next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114543965987983423?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114543965987983423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114543965987983423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114543965987983423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114543965987983423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-band-one-sound-today-my-school.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114502542667654705</id><published>2006-04-14T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T22:37:06.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Christ alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my hope is found &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He is my light, my strength, my song &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This Cornerstone, this solid ground &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Firm through the fiercest drought and storm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What heights of love, what depths of peace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When fears are stilled, when strivings cease &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My Comforter, my All in All &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here in the love of Christ I stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Christ alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;who took on flesh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fullness of God in helpless babe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This gift of love and righteousness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Scorned by the ones He came to save &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;‘Til on that cross as Jesus died &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The wrath of God was satisfied &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For every sin on Him was laid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here in the death of Christ I live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There in the ground His body lay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Light of the world by darkness slain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then bursting forth in glorious Day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Up from the grave He rose again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And as He stands in victory &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For I am His and He is mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bought with the precious blood of Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No guilt in life, no fear in death &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the power of Christ in me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From life’s first cry to final breath &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jesus commands my destiny &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No power of hell, no scheme of man &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can ever pluck me from His hand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;‘til He returns or calls me home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLESSED GOOD FRIDAY- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114502542667654705?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224321.post-114476734537480824</id><published>2006-04-11T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:55:45.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAY CHEESE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we had class photo taking today; the first year book for this shcool will be printed this year. haha. the 2 previous batches must be really furious! hahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its funny how people say, " a picture is worth a thousand words".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i used to believe that, but, it hit me today when we had our photos taken as a class. it's like- when someone volunteers to take a picture for you, everyone would want to look pretty in it, and smile sweetly..blah blah. but it's only for that instant moment where that fake smile or fake expression is captured in some "high tech portable machine". i mean, that emotions, the expressions, the looks, the feelings, all that is seen in that picture when its viewed, is just the fake thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it ain't real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;two could be fighting and arguing and hating each other before the shot, but look so happy, so cheerful, so merry together when the picture is taken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i mean, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to me, i may have interpret this well known phrase in a different way, but does it make sense? im sure it does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i felt it today.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's so phony- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just leave me be, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tired of complaining and throwing unwanted tantrum around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;totally aware that its completely useless, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; useless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm just like what is potrayed in that picture taken today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the fake smile captured on camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no one would notice, YEAH ME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114476734537480824?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224321.post-114433145709487966</id><published>2006-04-06T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T21:50:57.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHOCOLATE FONDUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm beginning to feel really lazy to blog. sometimes, i feel like deleting my blog; like its not any useful and everything. weird. HAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you know, i got caught in the rain today-i'm pretty sure many of us did. well, when i left bukitpanjang interchange, it was just drizzling. it stopped for a moment weirdly, it grew really hot- the sun was out. yeah. and the next second.. it started to rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;what's up with the weather?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, when i alighted the bus, it rained heavier. i couldn't go anywhere, so, sadly, i had to stand there and wait.. and wait. augh. it seemed to me that it wouldn't stop soon, and that it'll just continue and prevent me from getting home in time for my TUITION. but, thankfully, it lightened after awhile. me and some others took the opportunity to dash for the traffic light to cross when it turned green- full shelter (HDB) was waiting for us on the other side of the road. the rain remained as it was; i decided to walk home and not wait under the blocks. to my dismay, as i was already half way, it started to POUR. i had no shelter, there was no blks near by, just trees and terrace houses. no where for me to hide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i just continued to walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the rain grew heavier and heavier and heavier. and what made matters worst was.. LIGHTNING AND THUNDER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ayes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was focusing on the ground, watching and ensuring that i wouldn't land my feet into puddles. i couldn't afford to get my shoes soaked, not to mention my socks. SMELLY! haha. oh wtheck. no use. it was already wet, never mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, i heard the sound of some bus slowing down behind me. i was hoping that that sound was going to invite me for a lift home. oh but nooOo~, i turned to look and saw this bus uncle looking out his door, smiling at me! he gained speed and went off, WITHOUT ME. fantastic. i mean, i knew he was a bus uncle, as in school kind. i've seen this bus around since i was in primary school.. argh! so much for kindness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okie. SO, to conclude, i shall learn and start to bring my umbrella. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ayes. heavy, extra load. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;what's the use, im still gonna get wet with or without it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ah wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i got the message from my dad when he opened the door for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's funny how i can go on saying that i love the rain, i love the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;saying how good it feels walking in the rain, yada yada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i REALLY do love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im not trying to say that, NOW i hate it and everything. but, in this kind of condition, how am i suppose to enjoy it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LOLS. i feel stupid. HAHAH-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;contradiction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114433145709487966?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114433145709487966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114433145709487966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114433145709487966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114433145709487966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/04/chocolate-fondueim-beginning-to-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114414794332383589</id><published>2006-04-04T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T18:52:23.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;invisble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;rejected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;burden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;burdened&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;annoyance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; irritation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hopeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;apprehensive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;pessimistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;unwelcomed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;neglected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;last resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im beginning to appreciate the song "requiem for a dream" that wil sent me just a few days ago. i want more. HAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i give up; i give in&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114414794332383589?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114414794332383589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114414794332383589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114414794332383589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114414794332383589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/04/misunderstoodthe-invisblethe.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114355372438870519</id><published>2006-03-28T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:48:44.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm on a chocolate hiatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm on a sweets hiatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm on a marshmallow hiatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm on a hokien-mee hiatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm on a singlish hiatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;right. i'm going to try to write in proper enligsh and refrain from singlish and such, and all of the above. over indulgence on these would result in a really awful ending. oh well. have to mind and watch what i say and write and eat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i had my F&amp;N practical today. it was a trial run. my end product turned out better than i expected. i thought that it would be too burnt, or too poisonous to be edible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;see huiteng, it was THAT burnt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; hui teng went on during recess that i was going to burn my cookies and the kitchen and that i would fail, yada yada yada.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAH! well, many others who tried my cookies said it was good and surprisingly pretty. funny, personally, i felt that it was of an odd shape for a cookie. it was really huge, flat, and.. weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hm.. it could probably pass as a &lt;em&gt;baby &lt;/em&gt;pancake. h-OH, should have seen rand's; much bigger than mine. his could really really REALLY pass as a normal pancake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but good job everyone! at least its only a trial, it ain't the real thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah. jasmine, CHEER UP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114355372438870519?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114355372438870519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114355372438870519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114355372438870519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114355372438870519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-on-chocolate-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114321425864506048</id><published>2006-03-24T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T23:30:58.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM FINALLY BLOGGING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okie. have been real lazy to update my blog, don't know why. but anyways, school has started and like i've mention in one of the previous post.. there's alot of changes made in term 2, for my school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 period- 1 hour, the lucky thing is that we only have 1 period for each subs during the day, so we're quite safe. at least there wouldn be 2 hours physics! X_X  oOH! i just remembered, next mon, i have 2 hours of CHINESE! gosh. im sooooooooooo dead. ugh. that's the special one, other than that, only 1 period for the rest of the subs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we're following a new timetable- as in, day 1 to day 10; odd and even weeks. yeah. i think there'll be several confusions especially when its the even week. haha! oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;disimissal time: mon- 2.30, TUE- 4.oo, wed-5, thurs- 2.30, friday- 12.30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, its only minor changes for majority of the days, but TUESDAY! augh. i don't understand why. my brain is like totally fried after 2! it won't be able to function well. HAHA. alot of us couldn either. nvm. ALL SUFFER TOGETHER! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so evil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh. wed's late timing is because of CCAs. no biggie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay. so i've lived thru the first week of the new changes and the new term and the first week of school. yeah! its the weekends(=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and tuition's cancelled tml. ((=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OH YEAH! forgot to mention about youth share today. gosh it was stressful, but sam and i manage to pull it off. well, close. but ah well. it's really difficult to lead, especially when there's older ones around. but that's not my main concern. my group is DEAD QUIET. its scary and really nerve-racking! wtheck. nvm. it's really a good experience. probably cause its only the beginnning, and they don't really know one another very well- must think of games to make them bond!. hm. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i need my rest. im gettting old -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im tired, and weak. waking up early every morning to go to school is so.......! augh. sometimes i imagine waking up everyday, EARLY IN THE MORNING, majority of the days for school. everyday throughout the year; makes it seem that i don't have a life. well, that's what i feel. sheesh. i don't even know what im talking about, doesn't make sense. oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;really glad that tuition's cancelled, I CAN SLEEP IN TML! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be my escape;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i want to run away-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114321425864506048?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114321425864506048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114321425864506048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114321425864506048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114321425864506048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-finally-blogging-okie.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114243587924288160</id><published>2006-03-15T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T23:17:59.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes. How can I help you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer&lt;/strong&gt;: Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install Love. Can you guide me through the process?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer&lt;/strong&gt;: Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready. What do I do first?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support&lt;/strong&gt;: The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located yourHeart?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is it okay to install Love while they are running?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support&lt;/strong&gt;: What programs are running?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer&lt;/strong&gt;: Let's see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge andResentment running right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support&lt;/strong&gt;: No problem, Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory but it will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually override LowSelf-Esteem with a module of its own called High Self-Esteem. However, you have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment. Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer&lt;/strong&gt;: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support&lt;/strong&gt;: With pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke Forgiveness.Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment have beencompletely erased.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer&lt;/strong&gt;: Okay, done! Love has started installing itself. Is that normal? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. Youneed to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer&lt;/strong&gt;: Oops! I have an error message already. It says, "Error - Program not run on external components". What should I do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support&lt;/strong&gt;: Don't worry. It means that the Love program is set up to runon Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In non-technical terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer&lt;/strong&gt;: So, what should I do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support&lt;/strong&gt;: Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following files:Forgive-Self; Realise Your Worth; and Acknowledge your Limitations. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer&lt;/strong&gt;: Okay, done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support&lt;/strong&gt;: Now, copy them to the "My Heart" directory. The system willoverwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming. Also,you need to delete Verbose Self-Criticism from all directories and empty your Recycle Bin to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer&lt;/strong&gt;: Got it. Hey! My heart is filling up with new files. Smile isplaying on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all over My Heart. Is this normal?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support&lt;/strong&gt;: Sometimes. For others it takes a while, but eventuallyeverything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running. One more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everyone you meet. They will in turn share it with othersand return some c&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah! i finished all my holiday assignments + PROJECTS! =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YEAH ME (applause)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114243587924288160?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114243587924288160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114243587924288160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114243587924288160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114243587924288160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/03/tech-support-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114232491939375117</id><published>2006-03-14T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T16:28:39.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah. i managed to finish my A &amp; E maths assignments yesterday with the help of VIVIEN! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;did my Amaths worksheet in tuition. it took me a whole of about 2 hours to complete just 8 stupid questions! eck. and she could complete my Emaths assignment, which is like 5 pages? its just ALOT. she managed to do it within that 2 hours. (her answers, i could refer to if i got stuck after tuition) when she left, i tried the Emaths paper. gosh. i practically took the whole day to complete it? i finally finished it at 12 or was it 11. =.= doesn't matter, its just THAT long. augh. can't believe it. lols. OF COURSE, in between, got a little bit distracted with stuff. BUT! still, its really long. ah.. wtheck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the important this is that I COMPLETED IT! =DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyways, i went to school this morning to start on my social studies project. we managed to compile all the points together into powerpoint slides. i brought it back to complete the decorations and to edit. i have been at it since 2. and its 4.30 now. i haven't exactly finished it. its really "sian" to do it, find pictures and everything. getting really restless. frankly speaking, its really nothing much that i did. so its possible to say that i wasted 2 1/2 hours. perfect! argh.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i shall do my english now, gonna try to complete it too. probably i'll continue my SS project tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hopefully..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah. what else do i have left.. OH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;chem TYS, physics TYS, F&amp;amp;N project =S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gulp* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;help!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114232491939375117?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114232491939375117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114232491939375117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114232491939375117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114232491939375117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-so-proud-of-myself-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114190828951575059</id><published>2006-03-09T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T20:44:49.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE A RAINY NIGHT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it hasn't rained like how it did today in a while. it has always been the soft pattering, light, short, passing cloud. well, today, proababaly it was a passing cloud too? i don't know. im not an expert in that area. anyways, i was having chinese tuition, when i heard the the soft tapping on the rooftop. i knew it was drizzling. i smiled to myself. (hm.. wonder whehter my tutor noticed) actually, i kind of expected the rain to stop.. very soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but, instead, it grew. the pitter-pattering of the rain seem to have drowned my tutor's voice. she had to raise her voice. my smile widen, and i broke into goosebumps. haha. chilly. she switched off the air-con and drew the sliding door. there was a gentle howl- the wind. i could feel the rain, it was coming in. i watched the leaves of the plants in her garden bend as the million raindrops fell on them. i love the rain. i don't know why. i always feel "light" whenever it rains. it's a really cool feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i always pictured myself standing in the middle of no where, why my arms spread out wide open, my head looking to the sky, my eyes closed. im sure it's a common feeling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the march holidays are just around the corner. in fact, it starts when school ends tomorrow! =D BUT. i have a dozen holiday assignments to be completed during the one week break. ARGH!!! its so not fair. isn't holidays suppose to be HOLIDAY? break from school, test, homework. ayes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;students...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've got chem TYS/ some F&amp;N (individual) I&amp;amp;E project/ english compo/ social studies project..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that's what i've got so far. don't forget, there's still on more day of school tomorrow, and i BET that there'll be maths assignments. sheesh-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there goes the holidays. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114190828951575059?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114190828951575059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114190828951575059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114190828951575059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114190828951575059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-rainy-night-it-hasnt-rained.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114182210137058955</id><published>2006-03-08T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:48:21.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM FREE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yippe yeah. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i totally forgot that i had CCA after school today. i was planning and thinking about what i could do after school yesterday. it was my dad who reminded me this morning while sending me to school. LOLs. we didn't learn much today; sat in a incredibly &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;music room. gosh. was really freezing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we watched some video on electric guitar by certain extreme rock guitarists. some G3 person. it's amazing how they master their fast fingerings. 0.O i wanna learn!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've got no test tomorrow! =DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i feel really free and free and free. and OH! I'VE GOT HOMEWORK. -.- forgot. nvm, i think its quite little. hah-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ah wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i got most of my marks back already, and i ain't too happy about it. i know majority of us aren't. i really am slacking alot this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ever felt that you've done alot of things for someone, but you still don't feel that its appreciated? &lt;span &gt;i've tried so hard. it was my fault at the beginning. but i've forgotten, i've made an effort to step forward, to come to you; making it&lt;/span&gt; seem that its all for&lt;span &gt;gott&lt;/span&gt;en and it wasnt important and it didn hurt at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;you think you're always in the right. you think its ALWAYS about you. PLEASE! wake up. i've had it up to here. i can't take it anymore. the attitude you're showing me; on and off. you think it's really fun? don't act like you CARE. i see right thru your act. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;you used to care, you used to understand. yeah, you can just throw me into the rubbish bin. im just some toy that you're bored with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;im so used. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i have always been..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;someone get me out-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;took the old route back home today. i haven't really walked there for quite a few months? have always walked by the church back gate. yeah. i went by the old way, the more hardworking and more tiring one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the slope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i don't know why, just felt like walking home by there. alighted the bus one stop before the usual and turned left instead of right. walked pass my family's doctor clinic, the new pub... all those. and stopped at the traffic light opposite the CC. as i watched the cars drove pass, i remembered standing there waiting for the green man to appear back when i was in secondary 1. it was a horrible year. i will never forget. and it ain't getting any better as the years go by. but anyway, that was one thing that struck me then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i crossed the road, and found myself at the start of the long slope. o.O (here we go~ ) i started off. i noticed the new carpark that cut the pathway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i continued walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i haven't walked up that slope in a really long while. i remembered i really dreaded walking home because of that slope; that was probably cause i didn't notice that there were other ways in getting home -.- yeah. especially with a school bag with heavy books in it, it really drags you down. all the more you'll just feel like stopping and let yourself roll down the slope- back to the beginning. hah! ayes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the old days. the horrible years and the GOOD ones! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;primary school =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;remembered always walking back with florence. we'd always bought chips on the way back to nibble on. and we ALWAYS complained as we walked up the slope. HAHA. its crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i miss her. haven talked to her in awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;man i feel really old..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AS I WAS SAYING. when i reached the top, relieved, i saw what supposed to be a great patch of grass area where nicholas, guo wei, hong rui, randy and gang used to play soccer on. now, its a basketball court. ayes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i passed florence's condo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and there-  was the park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;many many many memories: ranging from toddler age to about now? blind mice, training for NAPHA with flo, meeting gurmit singh, daily exercises again with flo.. too many to be named. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i really missed those days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;damn! i really feel old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the pavements just outside the park is being renovated. i had to walk on the road. many things are being taken down, destroyed and &lt;u&gt;renovated&lt;/u&gt;. i don't understand why do they have to do that. it's not ruined or spoilt or anything. it's still in good condition. and they had to just remove all these. waste of money and time and unknowingly, they may have destroyed some memories as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114182210137058955?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114182210137058955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114182210137058955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114182210137058955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114182210137058955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-free-yippe-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114174290421539635</id><published>2006-03-07T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T22:48:24.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;DONE WITH SOCIAL STUDIES CLASS TEST 2. whew! what a relief. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i have ONE more last paper for the term, and that is chem; which is tomorrow. &lt;strong&gt;and finally! &lt;/strong&gt;get to rest till the end of next week ((:  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE MARCH HOLIDAYS-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 more days. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hee! im so glad that the march holidays are nearing. actually, come to think of it- it's quite fast. the days seem to go by faster this year compared to last year and the previous. hm.... i always remember counting down to the days of whatever holidays there were. didn't seem to concentrate on that, much. probably because of the ENDLESS test we're having. ayes. nevermind! it's gonna be over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, at least for this term. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i wonder what i'll do tomorrow after school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDO MAGIC singapore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i managed to catch it tonight. it came out on 2nd march. i always wanted to watch it and i FINALLY did. haha. i think i have a great interest in magic? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i find that i get really amused and facinated by them. yeah, i really do enjoy watch 'em. i remember a few years back, my sis bought me this book about magic tricks- how do you do them and the tricks behind them. very interesting. was really "into" it for quite awhile. haha. and soon after, found that it was really difficult to master it; to perfect it. ah wells. i prefer watching it then doing it myself. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yup. and after tml's test, i can catch all the other shows on mondo magic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114174290421539635?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114174290421539635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114174290421539635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114174290421539635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114174290421539635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/03/done-with-social-studies-class-test-2.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114154871364543329</id><published>2006-03-05T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T16:51:53.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. fantastic! i could hardly speak this morning when i woke up, and my throat hurts ALOT. sighs. oh lucky me. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ah wells. i have running nose and a bad sore throat. and i had fever just now. it's quite high, but it just subsided. still kinda feverish. it's really difficult for me to complete my homework, and not to mention STUDY FOR MY TESTS tml. im so dead. i haven even touched them. argh! my head feels heavy, i feel weak, my throat is horrible, my nose is blocked. and yeah, i think i can feel a lil headache coming on. ayes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU- ray boltz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dreamed I went to heaven &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you were there with me; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We walked upon the streets of gold Beside the crystal sea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt; We heard the angels singing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then someone called your name. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We turned and saw a young man running &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he was smiling as he came.
And he said, "Friend you may not know me now." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then he said, "But wait, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You used to teach my Sunday School &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was only eight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every week you would say a prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Before the class would start. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And one day when you said that prayer, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked Jesus in my heart." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you for giving to the Lord. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a life that was changed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for giving to the Lord. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so glad you gave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Then another man stood before you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And said, "Remember the time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A missionary came to your church &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And his pictures made you cry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You didn't have much money, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you gave it anyway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus took the gift you gave &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that's why I'm here today." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you for giving to the Lord. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a life that was changed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for giving to the Lord. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so glad you gave. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
One by one they came &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Far as the eye could see. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each life somehow touched &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By your generosity. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little things that you had done, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sacrifices made, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unnoticed on the earth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In heaven, now proclaimed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I know up in heaven &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not supposed to cry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I am almost sure &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were tears in your eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As Jesus took your hand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you stood before the Lord. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He said, "My child, look around you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great is your reward." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you for giving to the Lord. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a life that was changed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for giving to the Lord. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so glad you gave.
Thank you for giving to the Lord. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a life that was changed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for giving to the Lord. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so glad you gave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so sweet! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;love that song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114154871364543329?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114154871364543329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114154871364543329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114154871364543329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114154871364543329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114137835042688946</id><published>2006-03-03T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T17:32:30.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AH YES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;FINALLY-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my blog's okie now. i haven't been posting and updating for the past few weeks cause my blog went hay-wire and i didn't have the patience, nor did i have the time to fix it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;these feel weeks have been very, really, very, really, SUPER crazy! test after test after test after test after test; it goes on. ever since the 3rd week? yeah, i think so. the 3rd week of jan, it has been tests and tests EVERY SINGLE WEEK. not even 1 week break. gosh. i cant keep up. i really cant. i've failed a number of tests already, and im really discouraged by it. i would keep telling myself that its useless, it's gonna be really difficult. i know it may be only the 1st term, the 3rd month only, but there's this voice in my head.. i don't know. sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its really different, from sec 2. the study style that you've used then is totally useless now. well, that's for me. using that style, i just cant score. i really wonder how im gonna keep up. if i were to count my LR15 (is that how they call it?), i think i won't be able to make it to a JC. probably well get some ugly 30 points or something. AH crap. the environment that im studying in isnt helping at all. in fact, its making it really &lt;u&gt;WORST&lt;/u&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my gosh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;please don't act like you care-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okie. this week's tests =&gt; GEOG.boy am i glad that that's over. E-MATHS. i have no confidence here. i didn't complete the last question. 7 marks gone. sobs. ENGLISH. i hope, i hope, i hope! CHINESE. oh my! haha. to fail for this, its nothing new to me. hah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;next week- chem/ physics/ social studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and to top that off. i've got tons and heaps of homework for this weekend. and, i think im considering to drop FnN. its too much work. though the information and knowledge is really useful and interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;did you know that the addiction to coffee and tea would make you more prone to osteoporosis?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;did you know that you shouldn sleep on your sides? ( i know its impossible, but try to fall asleep laying on your back =S)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;did you know that your heart well stop beating, sometimes? (but you won't die.. yet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;did you know that there's a &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WILSON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; DISEASE?! (hah!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;did you did you know that you should eat youre fruit BEFORE meals and not AFTER? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;did you know......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hm. okie. i don't really have my textbook with me now, but so far, i think all these has caught my attention. muahahha. its really interesting. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i love the praticals too- cooking. okie okie. i know, i know. MOST of ya'll know that i cant cook. probably would give food posioning to anyone who trys my cooking, but wtheck! i've improved. hehex. its kinda fun =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ayes. i don't want, i don't wish to fail for anymore subs. its too big for my small heart. hee! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;shucks! im gonna be late for YF! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114137835042688946?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114137835042688946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114137835042688946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114137835042688946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114137835042688946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/03/ah-yes-finally-my-blogs-okie-now.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114052554810063213</id><published>2006-02-21T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T17:02:52.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;check out Britney Spear's abs! myGoodness. hahaha. whoooooooo~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;was watching her MTV- im a slave for you, on TV. oh lucky her. flat tummy, nice curves. sheesh! some people just have all the luck. hahahah! 0.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;FINALLY! social studies' class test 1 is over, after all the postponing for weeks! augh. ah wells. F&amp;N class test 1 is the last one, BUT. we're not able to rest, because CLASS TEST 2 is nearing. gosh. i don't think i can keep up. my F&amp;amp;N test is on thursday, and on friday, its A-maths class test &lt;u&gt;2&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyways, i had chinese PST today. it wasn't that bad as i pictured it. hee. the teacher is actutally good and patient! hehehex. its kind of funny- all 11 of us, speaking in english while teacher's speaking to us in chinese. whenever she says some strange/ new word, she'll explain it, and we'll ask among ourselves in english and give ourselves and english meaning for the particular word or phrase. its really funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S BACK, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JUST WHEN WE THOUGHT HE WAS NICE, JUST WHEN WE WERE RELIEVED FROM THE TIMING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its the time-table, the dismissal timing. its totally crazy! and i really mean CRAZY! i've heard that mr seet (principal) has decided to change our dismissal time to 4p.m. WTHeck. i still can remember, when i was sec one, our previous principal had very late dismissal timings for us. it kept changing. 3.30/4.30/5? this three. gosh. imagine how burnt out we were. the teachers too. and despite all the complaints that parents and students AND teachers gave, he refused to change the timing. when he left our school this year, mr seet took over and he changed the timing to 2.05p.m! its the earliest among all the dismissal timings we had, well, of course friday's an execption. yeah. and apparently, for this 1 and a 1/2 month, he has come to a conclusion that we're taking advantage of the privilege that he had given us =.='' very good. very very good. hais. and in addition, the timing isin't the only thing that is makes this whole topic crazy, infact its RIDICULOUS. our normal periods that are 35 min each is going to be changed to 1hour each! imagine having 2 periods of.. er.. maths? SS? geog?!!!! THAT'S LIKE HOW LONG. argghhh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this is ultimately fantastic. just great. just lovely. what is the school coming to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;guess its just a student's life huh?
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ayes. just when i was enjoying the early dismissal. its really going to be inconvenient for those students who live far away from the school. namely, ME! sighs. what is there's test the following day? or having a ridiculous pile of homework to be completed by the next day? gosh. there's just not enough time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;act&lt;/span&gt;asifyoucare.&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;evenTRY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;itdoesn'tmatter.imgettingusedtoit.i&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;understa&lt;/span&gt;nd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;youjustdunseemto&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;noticewh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;you'r&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dunwa&lt;/span&gt;nttopullyou.id&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;unwant&lt;/span&gt;to.imfine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ireallyam.ikeepgivingin,andforgetting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anddon'tworry,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imuse&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;dto&lt;/span&gt;it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i let the dark cloud guide me home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114052554810063213?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114052554810063213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114052554810063213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114052554810063213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114052554810063213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/02/check-out-britney-spears-abs.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-114026820226960864</id><published>2006-02-18T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T21:10:02.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;DOM has left for australia this afternoon. most of the YFers sent him off, i was there. was really sad to see him leave. haha. we won't be able to see him for the YF activities- camps, outings, etc. wont be able to see him during YF and on sundays. ayes. we're gonna miss you! :'( its going to be 2 years. people, please remember him in your prayers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;boy do i feel foolish yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after yesterday's YF worship, i really felt that i wasn't ready to play for the 11.30 service. it's too much pressure for me i guess. ayes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;many thanks to &lt;u&gt; jeff, mich, aaron, benita, small sam, darius, crystal, jie&lt;/u&gt; for your encouragements! =D and congrats to terence and joel for getting throught your auditions. hahaha!&lt;strong&gt; welcome to the YF music min!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-114026820226960864?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114026820226960864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=114026820226960864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114026820226960864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/114026820226960864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/02/dom-has-left-for-australia-this_18.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-113991490026307326</id><published>2006-02-14T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:32:39.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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i had heaps of chocs today. GOSH. just continued on and on and on and on on the sinful bars. hahaha. could see many girls holding roses in their hands, with a huge smile on their faces. so sweet! hahaha. going to plaza saw me thosands of couples holding hands and being- er.. , yeah. you know. hahas. mm. was with jas, shikin, huiteng, hui miang, rowena and pauline at plaza after school. just hung around, walked around.. to kill time.
i kept some chocs that were given to me. wanted to take pics of it, for memory and all. YES YES, i know its seriously ridiculous and foolish, and wierd and stupid and lame. but, hahha. just for the fun of it. LOL. yeah. BUT! most of them melted. super gross. there was one- "mercy", from hui ying, IT MELTED AND STAINED MY BAG! melted all over in one of the pockets of my bag. i still have yet to clean it up. augh.
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-a lovely heart-shaped card and a mercy bar(which i sadly failed to eat) from hui ying.
-the famous Ferr. chocs: 1 from grace, 2 from hui teng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-lots of unfamous, but nice, chocs from victor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-heart-shaped choc from mr seah! (he's sooooooooooo nice=D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;am offically going for OBS! woohoo. hehehex. yeah. cant wait. mwhahahah! during P.E lesson today, mr soh asked who wanted to go for OBS and i raised my hand. teehee. -__-''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;was asked to play for the 11.30 service band! OMgosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i dont think im ready, and i panic too much; for YF worhsip itself is already kinda tough for me? what's more for SERVICE!!! ah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i really don't know if i should consider or not. i really dont think im ready. &lt;s&gt;but&lt;/s&gt;. nevermind, i'll pray about it. hm....service. its a big thing. a HUGE thing. ayes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-113991490026307326?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/113991490026307326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=113991490026307326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113991490026307326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113991490026307326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day-i-had-heaps-of.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-113982190463013204</id><published>2006-02-13T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T17:11:44.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as i walked home;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the sun before be, the dark clouds behind me. what a combination? im just right in the middle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its so humid and uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i dislike it. do you know that? nope, i s'pose you dont. you guys wont. hah! its funny how &lt;u&gt;friends&lt;/u&gt; can make you go crazy, in a bad way. its irritating when they keep repeating about one's family background. as if you dont have troubles too. as if you live a "perfect" life. cant one have a say in some things? cant one have an opinion too? cant one be heard? well, guess not for this one. not gonna bother giving any opinions in things. just "whatever". just when you feel that you found someone that you can open up to, that the person does understand you and everything, it just goes wrong somewhere, something said ticks you and changes what you feel and all. which isnt gonna make a difference cause the person doesn know a thing! acutally, it doesnt matter; "forgive and forget". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its just a small matter, no big deal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i boarded the bus, hoping that the dark clouds wound open the water gates and let everything flow, NOW. it drizzled. and it got heavier and slightly heavier. but it didn get any much heavier than that-.- i was hoping that it would continue. i noticed that as the bus entered bukit timah zone, the grasses were wet, the road was wet, the pavement had a darker.. it must have rained just now. i alighted the bus. humidity was all i felt. the sun shining down. the smell of the rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i felt so sticky and crappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im home now. and its quite dark outside. and im here hoping, again, that the rain would come, to listen as the rain tap a soft rhythm on the roof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and yes, as im writing now, im beginning to hear it. =D i feel slightly better..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ah shucks, and it stops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forgive and forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;forgive and forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;forgive and forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"come just as you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hear the spirit call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;come just as you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;come and see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;come recieve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;come and live forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;life everlasting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;strength for today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;taste the living water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and never thirst again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the song has been running thru my head today. its a really nice song. its new to me ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sang it during the PnP. ayes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;penning your thoughts down really helps to relieve your anger and everything. i feel much better now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to forgive and forget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-113982190463013204?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/113982190463013204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=113982190463013204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113982190463013204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113982190463013204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/02/as-i-walked-homethe-sun-before-be-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-113975299895936278</id><published>2006-02-12T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:50:39.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YF music min outing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; the games were simple, but i had fun. actually, frankly speaking, i expected sports as the games and all. but its okie, it doesn matter. i had a great time. i LOVED the prayer and praise. it was GREAT! AWESOME! AMAZING! GOOD! SPLENDID! SUPERB! LOVELY! what other words?! haha. it was just.. augh! you know what i mean. not enough words to describe it. fantastic job. haha. it was on the roof top- open air and all. amazing! i really felt that it was a perfect place to worship. whoa! yeah. we had the speakers, projector, the screen, wires and &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt; that's set up inside; its just moved outside. really amazing! OMGosh. its like, the whole area around the church could hear all our praises. the whole 3 hours! it was loud, and great. let everyone know that HE's our GOD! i adored it! =D
good job aaron, Jeff, dom, chris.
among all the songs, there was this unique one. "thankyou" it was dedicated to our one and only DOM! we sang it to him, actually its more of "from Jeff to dom" kinda thing. so sweet. the song was really really REALLY sweet and so meaningful. some of us teared. sniff. sad. Dom's leaving next week. hais. =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ayes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;actually, i felt like requesting to have our friday YF on the rooftop. hahah. but one second thought, nah.. hahah. if it rains.. yeah. so guess not. but it was really a good venue! haha. when you sing, and you look up, you see the stars, the clouds, the MOON, you can feel the breeze- God's creation. and what's more, you're on the ROOFTOP! hahas. really good. i really did enjoy myself yesterday. it was really powerful :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okie. finally i went to get a haircut, more of a trim. well, at least tidy up. hehehx. now, its more under control. haha! mm. i've got 3 more class test coming up this following week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tues- SS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wed- chem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thurs- F and N&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and its all over! haha. and im pretty sure that the next class test is just around the corner. hah! ah wells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lorraine's so sweet! she made cookies for Vday. gave them out today. =D i didnt want to eat it up, it just too sweet. but i ate it in the end. X) haha. i took a picture of eat before i gobbled it down. haha. i'll upload it another time. lazy. hehx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-113975299895936278?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/113975299895936278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=113975299895936278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113975299895936278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113975299895936278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/02/yf-music-min-outing-games-were-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-113930934357099083</id><published>2006-02-07T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:27:18.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i want a haircut
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;stayed back to support class in soccer match against school team. well, initially its against 4A. but they did not manage to get the field 'cause the soccer team were using the field. so.. 3A and 4A combined. it was really hot! the sky was SO &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, and there was puffy clouds too. so nice, but SO HOT!!! well, i think i got abit sun-burnt. -.- &lt;/span&gt;
nvm.
anyway, the match started at 4.30, ended around 6 plus. obviously the school team won. expected. if not, i bet their coach would give them more training! hahas. well, at least it was kinda enjoyable to watch? interesting. you know, as we were watching the match, i noticed that the grass were swaying when the wind blew by. as in, i never observed this and notice such tiny movement in such a large area; especially when we're suppose to be focusing on the match and all. well, the grass weren't exactly swaying (makes it seem that the grass' long), its more of a vibrating movement? yeah. quite relaxing to look at- at the same time with the wind in your face. (: mm. after the match, i called my dad to come and pick me up- it was late already, and i don't think i'd wanna make my exhuasting journey back home at that kind of hour. yupp. but i felt SUPER bad. my friends, one WHOLE GROUP, actually waited with me-for me, till my dad came. i kept asking them to go back, "im fine", but they kept insisting that they'll wait. =S i feel so so so so bad! sobsXsXsx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANKS! =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;about the OBS thing. i gave my name to geraldine today. but not confirmed yet. i approched jessica and asked her about how it was last year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-CANT BATHE EVERYDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-EVEN IF YOU HAD THE CHANCE, ITS IN SEAWATER-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-PEE-ING AND BUSINESS'ES; DIG A HOLE AND ta~daaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-ITS EITHER MOBILE OR STATIONARY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, that's all i got. its a good experience tho. if you miss this chance, that's it.. i guess. but still. i wanna go, im still thinking about it. lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;deadline is; by the end of this week. ah! i dunnoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i have a feeling that im gonna miss 5 days of class! and that's alot! my parents wouldn support me if that's the case. i have to check if i would be missing class. if not, i'll be missing out on a once in a lifetime chance? well, at least to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-113930934357099083?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/113930934357099083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=113930934357099083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113930934357099083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113930934357099083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-want-haircut-i-need-haircut.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-113921448054942609</id><published>2006-02-06T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:28:00.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a quick reminder that we will be going ahead with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://status.blogger.com/2006/02/okay-big-lead-time-on-this-one.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;planned network maintenance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; on Monday the 6th from 7–8PM PST. Blogger and Blog*Spot blogs will be unavailable during that time.This maintenance won’t fix everything, but it will make things better. I promise.
Posted by Pete at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="permanent link" href="http://status.blogger.com/2006/02/just-quick-reminder-that-we-will-be.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; PST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Edit Post" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3060480&amp;postID=113920332245421010&amp;amp;quickEdit=true"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i didn't know that there was something wrond with blogger? hahas. nvm. just saw this just now- better blog now. LOL -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;should i go or should i not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;should i go or should i not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;shoulg i go or should i not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;heh. OBS is in may. mr soh made an announcement to the sec 3s, its not compulsory for everyone nor is it for the leaders. its just for the leaders actually. OH! ITS RAINING! opps. sorry. haha. erm..yeah. its just for leaders only, again its not compulsory for them too. so im kinda considering, im interested.. yet at the same time, a little afraid. haha. high elements, the dark, in the jungle, ghost?! =S ah wells. i dunnoe. we were suppose to approach jessica today after school, but i forgot. yeah. wanted to ask her for more information about it. actually, i dun mind rock climbing and all, real fun. but, abseiling? that.. probably abit worried. but anyway, im still considering. hm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lovely. the weather these few days is a killer. its blazing hot in the morning and afternoon, then dark clouds would gather during the evening, and PROBABLY would drizzle. i dun think it'll rain, as in really rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this afternoon, it rained just for a short while. it was really bright, then the classroom became quite dark and it FINALLY poured. i was waiting and anticipating the rain. i was really happy that it rained.. but not for long. yupp, the rain stopped within a 5-10 mins. it didn't last long. bummer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-113921448054942609?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/113921448054942609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=113921448054942609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113921448054942609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113921448054942609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-quick-reminder-that-we-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-113903119643027259</id><published>2006-02-04T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T13:33:16.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAS ANYONE SEEN MY JAY CHOU CDs? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;IT'S MISSING!! shucks. i know i lent it to someone. but i just cant remember who that &lt;u&gt;someone&lt;/u&gt; is! OMgosh. it has been missing for like about 2 years? ah! i dunnoe. probably more than that. sobs-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;screwed up yesterday. screwed up yesterday. i haven't played for the YF for some time, abit shaky already. augh. anyways, yesterday, christina was the worship leader! i love her choice of songs, the way she arranges them, the way she links them, HER VOICE! oh~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;beautiful. haha. anyways, yeah. i screwed up man! hahah. and i think im getting old-HAH. don't know why, after prac before YF, i just suddenly forgot where im suppose to come in and all for most of the songs. -.- ah wells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh. and after yf, the usual thing- went for dinner. Leon, weisong, tengjin and i came back to the church office after that to "jam". there was a guitar and a... oh shucks! i forgot what that thingy's called! haha.anyways,. yeah. benita came after that i played the thingy for a while. so cool! she taught me. heeheeex =D its some kind of percussion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah man! it rained-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and it still is, fine drizzle! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-113903119643027259?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/113903119643027259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=113903119643027259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113903119643027259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113903119643027259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/02/has-anyone-seen-my-jay-chou-cds-its.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-113879001063878644</id><published>2006-02-01T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T18:36:07.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i should have known</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im missing KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; sighs. sobs. hais. ayes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the 5 days went by super fast. and its equal to the 5 days of schooling! and that is considered long. how can the Lunar new year holiday go by so so fast?! shucks. =( ah wells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"time flies when you're having fun" all good things will come to an end... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bought quite a number of clothes and a pair of shoes from KL. YEAH man! =D cheap and good. mm. i miss posha. i miss my aunties. i miss my grandparents. i miss the new year goodies. i miss bai nian-ning. i miss the apartment that i stayed in. i miss shopping. i miss the fun. i miss the steam boat, and all the other good food. i miss KL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; i was close to falling asleep in maths class! -.-
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Jubilee church is big!! and i like the sleeping area. teehee ((X oh well, was really in the holiday mood then. sobs. only lasted for 2 days. augh! couldn it be longer? im exhuasted from the camp now. feeling really sleepy in class, but nvm, I HAD FUN! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i really enjoyed the second day- sentosa! we did the low elements. i LOVED the gigantic see-saw! heaps of fun. loved that one. love love love love love-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3 more days to malaysia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;one test down, 4 more to go. chem's tml. oh oh! i think im gonna die for maths. i dun understand a thing now. arghh! both (A) and (E) maths. SHUCKS. the teacher can continue to talk to the whiteboard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hais. i pity him and all, but he really can explain properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im super superSUPER blurr in his class. NOT ONLY ME, the others too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 years! 2 years! wonder how i'll fair for o'levels. opps. too far, end of year? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i read my aunt's blog the other. im inspired! she writes really well. wanna learn to write that way. hm... im motivated to start reading more books. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh today, i had my english test. hais. all the more, it made me want to start picking up the habit to read books. i think i should..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think i should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i will..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i will! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hope.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-113802369271703928?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/113802369271703928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=113802369271703928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113802369271703928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113802369271703928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/01/synod-camp-was-so-funwant-to-go-back.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224321.post-113716573561552273</id><published>2006-01-13T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T23:22:15.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unlucky unlucky, can i count this as unlucky?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY'S FRIDAY THE 13TH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
hahaha. superstition- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anything unlucky happen to you today? HAHAHA. well, for me.. hm.. im not superstitious and all; just for fun only. haha. anyways, it didn rain today! sobs. haha. hm.. i got caught for not wearing my tie after school -.- argh. pris couldn make it for practice so i covered for her, and ended up with all the FAST songs that i cant really keep up with! augh. but i pulled thru =D does that count as suay? HAHAHAHAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what crap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whee. i've got lots of homeworke for the weekend. how great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tml morning, probably would go for soccer and probably i'll just sit one corner and watch them play. haha. i still have my wounds, recovering already; their all dried up, im just being catious. dun wanna get 'zham' by the ball and whahahahaha.. there goes the recovering wounds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ah!! sad. this year, i've got a hunch that the attendance for YF will drop, ALOT. the sec 4's this year is the biggest batch, well that year (1990), they also have been. and their having O's. i dun think they'll be as regular as before. argh. so much for the fun people. ah shucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyways, please pray for them; pray for their preperations for the big exam and all. mm. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yawns!-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-113716573561552273?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/113716573561552273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=113716573561552273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113716573561552273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113716573561552273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/01/unlucky-unlucky-can-i-count-this-as.html' title='unlucky unlucky, can i count this as unlucky?'/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-113706602639584512</id><published>2006-01-12T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:40:26.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;misery does love company.
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&lt;em&gt;let it rain, let it rain, let it rain!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-113706602639584512?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/113706602639584512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=113706602639584512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113706602639584512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113706602639584512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/01/misery-does-love-company_12.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-113670389124524477</id><published>2006-01-08T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T15:04:51.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raindrops are falling on my head, dadadadadlala~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;rain rain rain rain rain rain &lt;strong&gt;RAIN! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i really like the rain now, now that school has started. don't know why. i just like it to rain when im in school, i feel so much better. hahahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyways, today's promotion sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;uncle yao wah isn out teacher anymore. sobs. our new teacher is uncle kenneth chiew! hahah. heard his kinda fun too. looking forward to his lessons! whee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh oh! he called me, joanne chiew (his daughter), joanne tong and grace to stay back to practice some act for next week's lessons. so cool. doing some mime thingy. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, im not the one acting, im narrating =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mm. 1 week of school as gone by. yeah! 1 week -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well. tomorrow is when the real lessons start; all the prefects would come back cos sec 1 orientation is over. yupp. gonna see how pack the classroom would be tomorrow. haha! 44 students! arrgh. actually, im kinda regretting the combi i picked for this year. hm.. too late for that huh? cant make anymore changes. SIGHS. time flies really fast. im already sec 3! next year i'll be sec 4; &lt;em&gt;SWEET SIXTEEN-&lt;/em&gt; hais. i really feel like turning back time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OHOHOHOH! my wounds are healing!! =DDDDD super duper happy. kehehehehe. it doesn hurt anymore. but i still got to put the cotton wool thing to protect it, in case i fall again and break the new skin :X  that better not happen. hahaha. alot of my friends say that i might fall many times this year cos i fell on the first of jan, the first day of the year. HAH! please please please. dun curse me man. hahaha. well, it already happened twice. as in, i ALMOST fell. hahah. one in school, one at home. *shiver* ah wells. its kinda embarrassing to fall at this age? haha. i mean, its kinda hard to fall now right? well. i dunnoe. i know i had quite a number of nasty falls in primary school. LOL! will never forget the one whereby i rolled down the slope in pei hwa&lt;strong&gt;, I WAS PRIMARY ONE&lt;/strong&gt;!!! hahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-113670389124524477?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/113670389124524477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=113670389124524477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113670389124524477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113670389124524477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/01/raindrops-are-falling-on-my-head.html' title='raindrops are falling on my head, dadadadadlala~'/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-113612461368606556</id><published>2006-01-01T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T22:10:13.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;whee. i managed to get myself a new year present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ABRASIONS. nasty. lols!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;last night, after the watch night service, the youths stayed over at weisong's house. i was there. some of us played soccer, and we brought it out onto the road. hehx. yupp. we were running back to the house when i tripped and fell! sobs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;according to darius and sarah (who were behind me), i fell foward and slided, thus rubbed against the road. ouch!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so. now, i have an ugly patch on my right elbow and on my left knee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;some scratches on my right knee and some on my hip bone and i burnt my left palm and i cant really bend my left hand fingers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;great job vanessa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ah wells. it really hurts. sniff sniff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i took 1 hour ++ to bathe today k!? sobs sobs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the stinging pain is still here, and i cant really walk properly. ahhhhhh! just GREat! nvm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;what is done, is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lots of thanks to my sis, wenyao, darius and sarah! =DDDD oh. SORRY aaron and jia hui!!! thought you guys were asleep already. hehex. yupp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hehehehex. sarah taught me a new game- HAIDAI!!!!!!~ lols. has so much fun playing it for the past 2 nights. wahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh! omega night was great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the lame skit was kinda funnie. good job! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mr international-------- JO!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;miss international-------- PRIS!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wahahah. oh yeah! there was the movie outing; chronicles of narnia! the movie was realy really REALLY good. haha. but if you already read the book, then watch the movie, kinda like spoiler. haha. oh wells. nvm.
hm... school is about to start very very soon. I DUN WANT TO GO BACK!!!
sniff. i feel so home just right here, where i am;
hais. 9 more months of torture. augh!
anyways,&lt;strong&gt;H APPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-113612461368606556?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/113612461368606556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=113612461368606556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113612461368606556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113612461368606556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2006/01/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224321.post-113505172223064402</id><published>2005-12-20T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T10:37:38.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid com!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AUGH! so idiotic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; i xing xing ku ku write out everything about camp and all that has happened last week and all.. i wrote SUPER long! and guess what? i wanted to upload pics to the post, so i connected the camera to the com and the com just rebooted on its own lor! then everything just shut down and.. augh. the super super long post is gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ahhhhhhhhh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;forget it already lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i dun want to re-write. sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyways, the YF camp was really GREAT! just that, sobs, it went by so fast. hais. i miss camp. oh oh! PETER ROCKS! muahahah. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TL: nic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Atl: ME!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;memebers: lorraine, bennie, philana, jireh, issac, ni wen, aaron goh and lynette. yupp yupp. that's my group. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyways, after camp, i had alot; and i mean ALOT of things to do- spring cleaning, christmas concert prac, christmas shopping, make cards and gifts! wha. i almost died. wahahaha. X) yupp, just wanna thank mich, pris and grace for helping me thru the concert. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okiedokie. its christmas! i had a nice christmas lunch with the family and relatives, as usual. mm. yummie! and we also happily opened presents from one another :D&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/PICT1718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;wondering why im not inside?? i took the photo -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/PICT1719.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/PICT1724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/PICT1729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/PICT1731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/PICT1737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-113505172223064402?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/113505172223064402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=113505172223064402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113505172223064402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113505172223064402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2005/12/stupid-com.html' title='stupid com!'/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-113439794957392389</id><published>2005-12-12T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:48:45.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitting</title><content type='html'>HAH! New cure for insomnia- DOTA. "im sure" lols.
anyways, andrea came over today!!! whee.
we had to babysit lil Tristan and chloe, they came over today, from like 2 to 8? yea. &lt;strong&gt;THANKS ANDREA!&lt;/strong&gt; =) it was really really really REALLY difficult to get them to take their afternoon naps. augh. the lil boy was the most difficult one. well, at least he slept. chloe didnt. it took Tristan 1 and a 1/2 hours to sleep! he was really active. yeah. chloe laid in bed obediently but didn manage to sleep at all. but nvm, at least she kinda had her rest in bed? =P
ahhhh!! YF camp is in 2 days time. i haven started on christmas cards! i haven thought of birthday gifts for the december babies! i haven completed my hol homework! i haven thoroughly cleaned my room! oh boy. that's alot. i doubt i have time. hehx. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh wells. that's what you get if you don't manage your time well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/PICT1694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it was on auto! we rushed and just dumped the camera infront of us. i know it looks kinda weird with the wadrobe at the side. wahahah-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/320/PICT1712.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the 2 lil ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-113439794957392389?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/113439794957392389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=113439794957392389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113439794957392389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113439794957392389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2005/12/babysitting.html' title='Babysitting'/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-113427375408776292</id><published>2005-12-11T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T12:38:34.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seeing you it kills me now! ; right. im too young.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah! im darker now&lt;/strong&gt;. hehex.
3 more days to camp!! part of me is excited and the other isnt. well, when camp comes im sure the days will just fly by. then the following week is CHRISTMAS! how fast is that? christmas. that'll mean 2 things; my favourite occassion and "GOODBYE 2005, HELLO 2006 and "GOODBYE holidays, HELLO *sniff sniff* school.." yep. ah wells. okie! i shall not think about school, i shall NOT think about school. im gonna have as much fun as i can for these remaining weeks of my holidays! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway. i really cant take it. why cant i sleep?! EVERY NIGHT. its really gets annoying and im getting fed up. whatever i try to do to make myself tired/sleep,- it just doesnt work! augh. i think its &lt;em&gt;insomnia&lt;/em&gt;. great! im suffering from a sleeping disorder? sighs. it has been 36 days since..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 month plus already! i think i really have &lt;em&gt;insomnia&lt;/em&gt;. shoot* this is just great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Insomnia is a &lt;u&gt;sleep disorder&lt;/u&gt; characterized by an inability to sleep and/or to remain asleep for a reasonable period during the night. Sufferers typically complain of being unable to close their eyes or 'rest their mind' for more than a few minutes at a time. Insomnia is often caused by fear, &lt;u&gt;stress&lt;/u&gt;, and &lt;u&gt;anxiety&lt;/u&gt;.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you came again=/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it kills me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-113427375408776292?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/113427375408776292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=113427375408776292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113427375408776292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113427375408776292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2005/12/seeing-you-it-kills-me-now-right-im.html' title='seeing you it kills me now! ; right. im too young.'/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-113414782669930948</id><published>2005-12-10T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T01:03:46.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep deprivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I CANT SLEEP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.I CANT SLEEP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..I CANT SLEEP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...I CANT SLEEP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;....I CANT SLEEP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.....I CANT SLEEP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;......I CANT SLEEP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.......I CANT SLEEP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;........I CANT SLEEP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.........I CANT SLEEP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..........&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CANT SLEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-113414782669930948?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/113414782669930948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=113414782669930948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113414782669930948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113414782669930948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2005/12/sleep-deprivation.html' title='sleep deprivation'/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-113370378268383853</id><published>2005-12-04T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:43:02.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you came today =/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/1600/vanessa"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2299/434/200/vanessa%27s%20plane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
the weather is so fine! clear blue sky in the morning, well, maybe not THAT clear, of course there were clouds here and there, but the sky was really blue. the sun was really bright, was kinda hot tho, but good weather for a swim!!! hahas. yupp. i went for a dip with my aunt after church. after the the swim, we headed up to the apartment and washed up. yea, then we made origami-s. the picture you see on the left is a plane? haha.. weird looking huh? but anyways, its some glider thingy i guess. haha. flies in a cute way? LOL. turns and stuff. ah wth, i know nth about this kind of stuff. HAHA. -.- okie. OHOH! im watching harry potter on tues! whee. hehex. =] FINALLY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;augh. im kinda lazy to finish up my blog. hehex. ah wells. i'll do it another time. =P hm... wonder what im gonna do tml. better spend my time wisely. cant waste em. its already december, and jan 06 is gonna come. NOOOoooOOoOo! hais. oh wells. =/ i wanna go and shop!! well, im not really a shopping kind of person, wun last for long in a shopping mall -.-, but still, i wanna get new stuff. hehehehex! =DDD    .jiE, you promised to take me shopping!!! =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you came today=X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-113370378268383853?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/113370378268383853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=113370378268383853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113370378268383853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113370378268383853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-came-today.html' title='you came today =/'/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-113360334193858489</id><published>2005-12-03T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T17:56:45.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new skin. new month. new...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;butterflies in my stomach- flutter flutter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thanx to my sis! she pointed out this skin to me. =DD okie, i know that the lines at the side is abit off, but im working on it!! im tired now. i'll just adjust it another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NFSmw is really fun! haha, one of the lastest games right? well, my sis, small sam, weisong and me went over to darius' house to play it last night. haha. was really fun! im not really good at it tho. keep slamming and crashing into the signs and walls. hehx. but nvm.. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh oh! the thai mission trip team is leaving for thailand tonight. please pray for them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-113360334193858489?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/113360334193858489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=113360334193858489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113360334193858489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113360334193858489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-skin-new-month-new.html' title='new skin. new month. new...'/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-113310027166911600</id><published>2005-11-27T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T17:04:21.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little bit of..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just a lil bit of &lt;u&gt;faith&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;grace&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;providence&lt;/u&gt;. God will make a way. i just need faith! help me. please. please bring me out of this mess; make a way for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mm. this week is gonna be a very hectic week for me. well, at least finally have something to do and not just stoneing at home. heh. tues- pri 6, sec1, sec2 outing!!! wed- CCA in school, rush back to church for YFcamp prac. thurs-YFcamp prac again, then after that, hafta meet beni for briefing. hm.. well, im really kinda hoping that this business would get my mind of the &lt;u&gt;things&lt;/u&gt;. hais.. it better.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-113310027166911600?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/113310027166911600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=113310027166911600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113310027166911600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113310027166911600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-little-bit-of.html' title='just a little bit of..'/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-113300311962184431</id><published>2005-11-26T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T17:08:48.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted the first month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sighs. i've wasted the first month-rotting at home, stoning..doing nothing really. oh wells. anyways. this morning, i went for soccer. there were a lot of people there man. haha. 3 dads and the rest, the youths. hehex. i came late. i didn participate in the training, warm up, and even the game. hehx. so much for going for soccer huh? but wait, lol. when i came, they were already in the the middle of a match. i saw evan and jia hui by the side, wasn playing i guess. went over to join them. we just talked and watched the game. lol. wanted to join the game, but there were just too many people. its kinda hard right? very low chance of getting the ball, rather just watch. better. hehex. yeah. during the 2nd match, some of us who werent playing, formed a small circle and started kicking the ball to each other. LOL. kinda fun actually. lol. what do you know, i played. LOL. =P didn really waste the morning. heh. yeah. then when its over, we went back to church to wash up and then headed for lunch!! hehehx. mm. yeah. after that, log min ppl went for their camp, some others went off. i stayed in church to accompany pris until round 2 b4 she left for her thai meeting. yupp. playing guitar, nth much really. lol. yeah. and it started to &lt;u&gt;rain&lt;/u&gt; when i wanted to leave. hehex. so cold. well, i dun really wish for it to rain now. i mean, december, there's gonna be alot of activities going on in church. its really gonna be a bummer if it'll be cancelled cause of the rain. =( oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh! "harry potter and the goblet of fire", "sky high", "chicken little", "chronicles of narnia". hm... yeah. should be bout it.mm. anyone who wants to watch these shows, &lt;u&gt;look me up?&lt;/u&gt; i haven gotta chance to watch em. well, aside form chicken little and chronicles of narnia. ((X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224321-113300311962184431?l=these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/113300311962184431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224321&amp;postID=113300311962184431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113300311962184431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224321/posts/default/113300311962184431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://these-wordsofmine.blogspot.com/2005/11/wasted-first-month.html' title='wasted the first month'/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</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-7224321.post-113282464880232755</id><published>2005-11-24T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T17:09:35.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>running bear running bear!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i went to help out at PAP at blk 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eileen and ms cheng called me yesterday to ask me to join them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;btw, ms cheng is my ex-kindergarden teacher; one of my &lt;strong&gt;ALL TIME FAV TEACHER&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(i was from glory kindergarden not PAP, fyi.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eileen is my childhood friend who has been with me since K1 all the way to P6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well, now, not in the same school. sniff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyways, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i went over in the morning to help out with the holiday classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there were the nesery, K1 and K2 classes. not really that big. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ya. they made volcanoes that really overflowed "lava".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha. mind you, IT WAS THE FRIST TIME MAKING ONE. lol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i was so facinated. LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they made their dough, of course with our help *ahem*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kinda fun, but was kinda messy too. had paint and flour all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ya. they moulded it around their empty yakult(wrong spelling?) bottles that was already stuck to a plastic plate. they also cut out small lil trees and dinos that they drew. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was really fun just watching them.heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there was another class, doing the RUNNING BEAR activity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SO CUTE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i remember doing that in K1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my class performed. hahahaa. was loads of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ms cheng taught them the runnning bear thingy. hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;really brought back memories. hehex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i still have the costume that i wore then. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its my treasure. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyways, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hm... what other stuff did they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gosh. im getting old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I CANT REMEMBER WHAT I DID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they made their own snow globe thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well, it wasn snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was glitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they were given clay to make whatever they wanted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and we helped them glue that small lil clay thingy that they made onto the container cover, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pour some glitter into the water and TADAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hehex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;really cute, never made one b4. i think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there was also a singing session too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha. so cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sang SAKURA and THE MORE WE GET TOGHETER(in malay).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hm.. yeah. that's about all i can remember. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know that tml is their last class for the hols;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;their going to the animal farm. hahas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but im not joining, I WANT TO SLEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;have to wake up so early. sobs. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ya ya. hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it was time for the kids to return home when their parents came to pick them up at 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;all of them left, all except one small boy, shuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HIS' soooooooo cute. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the teachers were already running here and there cleaning the place up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eileen too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i wanted to close the door and saw this small boy standing at the door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;his water bottle under is right arm, his big file under the other arm, and his rojak(one of the activity, i just remembered-.-) in both of his hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he was standing at the door, waiting for his dad to come and pick him up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he just stood there, looking out. waiting waiting. so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i went forward and helped him take his things, and waited with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he was quiet, didn really talked even when i asked him questions. haha. but nvm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so poor thing lor. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after a while, i guessed he was tired of standing when he squatted on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i brought him to sit down on the chairs near by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i continued to wait with him, eileen joined in soon after. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he was really adorable. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ya. of course his dad came, like half an hour later. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;actually, looking at all these kids really brings back memories huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i was them b4. just cant remember how it was.heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cute cute cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we cleaned up after that and went for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;got home at bout 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it kinda made me went to the photo carboard and dug out the photos of myself in kindergarden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i found some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so cute. found the one where i did the running bear thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i really miss those days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so care free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no exams. of course there's homework, but it isn alot and wasn difficult. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so carefree. hais. oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;time flys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im just glad that after all these years, i still have my kindergarden friend, eileen, and my ex-teacher, ms cheng in touch with me!&lt;/span&gt; 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