<?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-16341491</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:40:17.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mi + euU --&gt;4evA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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>320</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16341491.post-1145600345599047770</id><published>2010-08-25T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T01:11:44.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oooh yay. I'm blogging again, finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAYS&lt;br /&gt;damn, I got to make full use of it before starting the next hell-semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are quite a number of things on my to-do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to the gym, slim down&lt;br /&gt;work, earn money&lt;br /&gt;meet the girlfriends!!&lt;br /&gt;shopping, makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;universal studios, dragging my boyf along no matter dead or alive&lt;br /&gt;beach, get a freaking tan&lt;br /&gt;get a new blackberry&lt;br /&gt;AND START STUDYING!!!! One paper, just ONE fucking paper and I'll be done! Where can I get my motivation from??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wynne, Rachel and WY! I want to go cycling again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-1145600345599047770?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/1145600345599047770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=1145600345599047770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/1145600345599047770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/1145600345599047770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/08/oooh-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-2790419222231775972</id><published>2010-07-25T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:43:35.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a very protective boyf who doesn't allow me to go to clubs without him. Singapore Flyer and Universal Studios coming up darling~ &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the rides! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 choices:&lt;br /&gt;- a crazily expensive dinner (some hotel's buffet which wayne mentioned)&lt;br /&gt;- 3 dresses worth $200 &lt;br /&gt;- a secret&lt;br /&gt;- mix and match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... What should I choose? Daaaaaamn... I don't know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've gotta start on my cmsk brochure, been distracted since 10pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-2790419222231775972?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/2790419222231775972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=2790419222231775972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2790419222231775972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2790419222231775972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-got-very-protective-boyf-who-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-8429002110650451939</id><published>2010-06-06T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:49:33.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GODDAMNIT! I CAN'T STOP SNEEZING. &lt;br /&gt;I think I caught a cold thanks to the weather here. The temperature reads 20 degrees but it feels like it is 10 degrees outside. &lt;br /&gt;Going to Ginza, Harajuku, Shibuya and Shinjuku tomorrow! SHOPPING IS A GIRL'S BESTFRIEND :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes b, you're coming to mummy tomorrow~~ Call me mama &lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy. This cold killed too many brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy drug! Where are you????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-8429002110650451939?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/8429002110650451939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=8429002110650451939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/8429002110650451939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/8429002110650451939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/06/goddamnit-i-cant-stop-sneezing.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-6403196825872296275</id><published>2010-06-02T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:37:53.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn, I'm so not going to enjoy the Japan trip.&lt;br /&gt;I fucking don't want to go anymore.&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't even want to go at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking bitch. Stress is not a reason to vent your frustrations on me. &lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me for behaving like my father. It runs in the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-6403196825872296275?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/6403196825872296275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=6403196825872296275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6403196825872296275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6403196825872296275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/06/damn-im-so-not-going-to-enjoy-japan.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-4810327043414453499</id><published>2010-05-29T02:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T02:55:35.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom said, "$29.90? Good good. Very cheap, go and buy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that everyone wished that their parents would be like my mom now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-4810327043414453499?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/4810327043414453499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=4810327043414453499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/4810327043414453499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/4810327043414453499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/05/mom-said-29.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-6155527375650156605</id><published>2010-05-24T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:32:45.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can be a materialistic bitch. &lt;br /&gt;I am pampered and spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;I am generally demanding. &lt;br /&gt;I fucking don't care if I'm like that.&lt;br /&gt;But why am I a sucker when it comes to love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-6155527375650156605?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/6155527375650156605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=6155527375650156605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6155527375650156605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6155527375650156605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-can-be-materialistic-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-16566005023646310</id><published>2010-05-24T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:32:27.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bleah! I feel disgusted right now. I don't know why either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking sick of the major cold war between my parents. Nono, it's not a war. I don't know what it is. My parents are not in a war, it's already like a ceasefire. But somehow someone might just step on a land mine and everything would blow up, it's just not knowing when. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad asks if we would want to go Japan over the holidays. My mum said something over dinner, like, "My office is understaffed in the month of june, I don't think I can go."&lt;br /&gt;LIKE DUH. You can't go because you don't wish to go. Such a liar. It's no wonder I keep lying like it's the only right thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With dad working in China, coming back once every 6 months for about just 2 weeks, sms-ing only me like once a fortnight, how great. He focuses on his work and rakes in thousands a month. &lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing right? I know. Hence, I don't have to see my dad for half a year and I get a higher than average standard of living than others. People know me as a materialistic bitch who believes that money can make the world go round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wallowing self-pity because I'm pissed. Let me be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-16566005023646310?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/16566005023646310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=16566005023646310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/16566005023646310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/16566005023646310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/05/bleah-i-feel-disgusted-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-3627272834717555747</id><published>2010-05-23T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:57:40.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise, we haven't taken much pictures together. &lt;br /&gt;Really, we should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-3627272834717555747?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/3627272834717555747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=3627272834717555747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3627272834717555747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3627272834717555747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-realise-we-havent-taken-much-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-3581882910971158532</id><published>2010-05-19T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:14:26.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Karl Marx is actually a sociologist. He is the one behind Adolf Hitler's vision of Communism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-3581882910971158532?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/3581882910971158532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=3581882910971158532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3581882910971158532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3581882910971158532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/05/karl-marx-is-actually-sociologist.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-2836275783055229928</id><published>2010-05-18T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:30:00.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sons and daughters of mother fucking bitches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The money coming from tutoring young kids is just not worth a single shit alright. These devils have an attention span shorter that a single freaking ant. Furthermore, each and every one of them is an attention-crazy seeker. You tell them to sit, they sit. In no more than five short minutes, they are standing and kneeling on the chairs again. Imagine yourself in that pathetic situation and you will know how many fucking times I had to say it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this kid who keeps telling me "I don't know". In fact, all of them tells me the same damn thing every week. There's another kid. I have no fucking idea what her fucking problem is. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Sit down, stop making noise and do your work. If I see you not doing your work again, I am going to make you stay till you finish. You understand me?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *STARES* &lt;br /&gt;Me: Understand?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *STARES*&lt;br /&gt;WTFWTFWTFWTF!?!?!?!!?!? Don't kids know that when they are being asked a question, they should at least give a bloody answer. I DON'T EVEN GET A NOD OR A SHAKE OF A TINY HEAD. FUCK! I had instruct her to stop staring at me and continue with her work. Here's the best part, after the words I said, she stopped staring at me. BUT SHE CONTINUED TO STARE AT THE MOTHERFUCKING PAPER!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, oh god! I don't think I can survive this torture every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't be like China, maybe I can sell them to China. Or Africa, or India would do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-2836275783055229928?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/2836275783055229928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=2836275783055229928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2836275783055229928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2836275783055229928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/05/sons-and-daughters-of-mother-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-7409956794982841474</id><published>2010-05-17T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:59:18.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO ANNOYED WITH MYSELF! Was talking about what we could do after school and was given some ideas. Better than having nothing to do at all, I thought I would be doing the suggested ideas after school. Thanks to my stupid assumptions, I realised that the suggestions were not really what I thought to be. &lt;br /&gt;Stupid stupid assumptions. I got pissed with myself. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I had other plans as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD FROLICK!!! YAY-NESS! I was in an usually good mood, as &lt;s&gt;Ryan&lt;/s&gt; Gayan mentioned, I walked all the way from my end of the school to his end to meet him in the evening. Me being in a good mood made &lt;s&gt;Ryan&lt;/s&gt; Gayan keep his guard up. Patiently, I waited for him to finish his game without complaints. How surprising right? I know it is :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh! An even more surprising thing is that &lt;s&gt;Ryan&lt;/s&gt; Gayan actually didn't know what frolick was.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done torturing Ryan. Oh, Gayan, I meant. HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a bitch who gains happiness from the torture of others.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I'm happy because I had frolick! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr... you did not remind me to keep the hair dryer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-7409956794982841474?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/7409956794982841474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=7409956794982841474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7409956794982841474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7409956794982841474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-annoyed-with-myself-was-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-8159375112742665067</id><published>2010-05-15T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T00:32:54.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being materialistic and being practical is not exactly two of the same thing, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happen to be talking about that with boyf today. He thinks that I'm materialistic and when I corrected him, he claims that both are the same. &lt;br /&gt;I mean, being materialistic is all about money, money and more money. On the other hand, being practical is, well, being practical. Tell me if I'm wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-8159375112742665067?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/8159375112742665067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=8159375112742665067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/8159375112742665067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/8159375112742665067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/05/being-materialistic-and-being-practical.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-2405561197829477729</id><published>2010-05-15T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T00:08:38.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh damn, I just realised I or we, because I'm sure everybody is like me, that term test is like coming up and projects are almost due. This is so fucked up, hate it when it's like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-2405561197829477729?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/2405561197829477729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=2405561197829477729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2405561197829477729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2405561197829477729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-damn-i-just-realised-i-or-we-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-157620754115629883</id><published>2010-05-01T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T01:03:36.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M FINALLY 18 AND LEGAL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is definitely worth blogging. Let me say this: I want to thank everyone who wished me. I really appreciated it and what you all did for me. As for my classmates, I was surprised you all didn't do anything to me. Actually, I'm very relieved :D I don't need a birthday celebration from you people, really. It's the thought that counts, my dears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to yesterday, I had fun, totally, thoroughly, completely blah blah blah. Spent the afternoon with the company of my &lt;s&gt;white&lt;/s&gt; black knight. Because of me, his plans were ruined completely and the surprise he planned couldn't be carried out. When he finally told me what his surprise was, I just couldn't help laughing at his failure. However, I  still appreciate it darling. After telling me, boyf couldn't stop complaining about how it was an epic failure and how disappointed he was with himself. Well, I kinda enjoyed it though, because it was usually me who would be the one complaining. Oh! And his mummy gave me an angbao too! I stayed till around evening time before leaving to meet my secondary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to meet at 7. Me and Tiffy only arrived at 7.30, LATE, as usual. We took a public bus full of bangla-s and foreign workers and somehow, the bus driver seems to have barely passed his driver's liscence, which resulted in a very jerky bus ride. In turn, causing a guy to rudely fall on me without apologizing. That son of a bitch. Anyway, the night scene at marina barrage was gorgeous! We could see the lights from the city and the IR and the Singapore Flyer from the top floor. There were also many people flying kites lighted with blinking LEDs. It was very windy too. To add on, there was a full moon which made the sky look even more beautiful. What we did was to basically, take pictures, eat, chat and enjoy the view. &lt;br /&gt;GREAT VIEW + GREAT COMPANY = FUCKING FANTASTIC TIME! &lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still not too late for my sunflower ngah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my burp smells of frolick with fruity pebbles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-157620754115629883?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/157620754115629883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=157620754115629883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/157620754115629883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/157620754115629883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-finally-18-and-legal-my-birthday-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-6619720543427627065</id><published>2010-04-26T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:44:06.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a happy girl whenever I get to eat frolick and I had it with my bitches, bryon, SC and boyf this afternoon. And so, I'm super happy now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my birthday. I so don't want to be unglam on that day. Because after school, I'll be going to Marina Barrage for night picnic. Please understand people! I will be going over to one of my friend's house for a stayover, so I would need to be in top form for the day. Please let me off and I would really really love you all very much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-6619720543427627065?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/6619720543427627065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=6619720543427627065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6619720543427627065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6619720543427627065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-happy-girl-whenever-i-get-to-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-152613702167945498</id><published>2010-04-20T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:01:58.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm starting to dislike school. Some of the lecturers are just plain weird and the timetable sucks. However,&lt;br /&gt;I like the web programming tutor though! :D He's fast, short and sweet. I like it that way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's being a bitch too. It can be soooo sunny now, and just and hour or so later, it will be pouring. I want to wear my dresses! There's still one new dress which I haven't worn yet!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-152613702167945498?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/152613702167945498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=152613702167945498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/152613702167945498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/152613702167945498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-starting-to-dislike-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-6296255578660772171</id><published>2010-04-15T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T01:11:20.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY WANT THAT LADY GAGA TEE! I'M STILL THINKING OF IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND &lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;AND &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY GOT MY NAVAL PIERCING THAT I'VE BEEN SAYING I WANT TO GET! YAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY! I'M SO MAJORLY HAPPY YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I got somebody to accompany me. The process of piercing is just fine, I felt okay. It hurt A LOT though. The after effect was a mother fucking son of a bitch. 3 minutes after, my ears started to ring and my vision started blurring with white patches of light or something. As I went down the escalator, the ringing got louder and I felt like vomiting. So we went up again and the ringing was damn loud and almost everything was white already. I just had to sit down or else I think I would really have fainted. Apparently, I had to eat before piercing so that my sugar level would be higher. After sitting down and eating, I definitely felt much better. That was scary man!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND &lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A SUPPLEMENTARY PRESENT FROM MY BOYF! SO HAPPY TO HEAR THOSE WORDS COMING OUT OF HIS MOUTH! :DDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, I gotta watch my language sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-6296255578660772171?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/6296255578660772171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=6296255578660772171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6296255578660772171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6296255578660772171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-really-really-really-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-9022293289325230871</id><published>2010-04-13T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:00:10.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody hell son of a bitch mother fucking bastards. Those kids drove me insane again this week. Who the hell created children??? That bunch just now was ..... I don't know how to explain how I'm feeling now. It's completely unexplainable. Kids, looking so cute on the outside, yearning so much to torture you till you're unable take it anymore and just wish to disintegrate to ashes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know how to do! I don't know how to do! Miss Wong, I don't know how to do..." that is exactly what I hear from them religiously for the 2 solid hours. Even now, I can still hear echos of their voices in my fucking head. It's sounds cute to other maybe, but I think that it is just plain, pure devilish evil. Patience is something that I have, but with the kids, it just drops to zero when the 'i don't know' starts. What's the fucking use of a brain when you have one? To say I don't know? For goodness sake! Does their brain only tell them to say I don't know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck, and there's the other problem with parents. Why bring the kids to tuition when he or she is only just a kid??? I'm teaching K1 and K2 students. Why the hell do they need tuition for? They only learn how to count to twenty and addition and subtraction of twenty or less! Can't the parents teach them themselves? Come on! How difficult is that to teach? We got 20 fingers and toes in total, easily countable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't understand their thinking and never will I think. Don't know what the problem with kids and their children. I just wanna wring their neck so they would shut up and do their work quietly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-9022293289325230871?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/9022293289325230871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=9022293289325230871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/9022293289325230871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/9022293289325230871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/04/bloody-hell-son-of-bitch-mother-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-6578141632542541380</id><published>2010-04-11T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:17:51.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My birthday's coming soon and I'm already booked from the evening onwards. So boyf and class in the afternoon then, I don't know how to split the time between them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got mixed feeling about it. I'm soooooooooo looking forward to turning 18. I'm not really looking forward to the celebration with the bitches and class. It feels like they got some evil plan going on... But I think they haven't started planning yet, which is a good thing :D Celebrating with the 2B clique means meeting them and I really want to see ALL of them! It has been a long long time already man... I'm looking forward to that! With boyf... I have no idea if he's going to do anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I'm still going do up a birthday wishlist soon for my friends and give them an idea of what I want =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having dalmatian spots on my nails. hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-6578141632542541380?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/6578141632542541380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=6578141632542541380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6578141632542541380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6578141632542541380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-birthdays-coming-soon-and-im-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-8825305948487502002</id><published>2010-04-06T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T01:23:12.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently so bored now that I went to twitter to tweet! Surprise! Surprise! I never thought that I would actually USE twitter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I blogged. Smelly Melly asked me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;There!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-8825305948487502002?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/8825305948487502002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=8825305948487502002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/8825305948487502002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/8825305948487502002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-currently-so-bored-now-that-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-46530150810639108</id><published>2010-04-01T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:16:07.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ryan is never good news. Never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smsed me this evening asking if I'm free for the weekend, telling me $150 for 2 days, just had to walk about and take picture with people and asked if I'm interested in this job or not. &lt;br /&gt;Me being me, I thought this was good money. So I ask him what was it about. &lt;br /&gt;Ryan, being an asshole as usual, said "Happy April fool. You can join the monkeys in the zoo". Damn you lah Ryan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-46530150810639108?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/46530150810639108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=46530150810639108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/46530150810639108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/46530150810639108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/04/ryan-is-never-good-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-1552383002349341285</id><published>2010-03-17T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:00:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School holidays are BORRRIIIINGGGGG! I've been trying desperately to find a job and so far I've come up with: NIL hahaha! Amazing right? Trying so hard and yet coming up with nothing. Oh well, never mind. I'm going for an interview for the Career Fair tomorrow. Wish me luck! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always like that isn't it? When you're suffocated with tons of project submission till you could hardly breath, you wish that it was holidays right at that moment. But when it comes to the holidays, you have nothing to do and just want school to start soon. &lt;br /&gt;People, never happy with what they have in their current situation. It's so true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-1552383002349341285?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/1552383002349341285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=1552383002349341285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/1552383002349341285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/1552383002349341285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/03/school-holidays-are-borrriiiinggggg-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-354329860339059017</id><published>2010-02-13T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:19:26.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You want the truth? Well, here it is: I can't stop thinking about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-runawaytrain.tumblr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a day well spent yesterday with my slut. Totally loved it :D Perhaps everything does not exactly have to planned, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;As soon as I finish my French role play, headed to Pasir Ris to give him a surprise visit. Had lunch together at Phin's then went to Orchard. I got 2 tees for darling and a top and a pair of shops for myself. CNY shopping should be finally done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-354329860339059017?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/354329860339059017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=354329860339059017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/354329860339059017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/354329860339059017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-want-truth-well-here-it-is-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-2082483094966365507</id><published>2010-02-11T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:27:54.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MEL YAP MING YANG, my slutty boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to you for your birthday. I'm not good at words, so here goes. Oh gosh, people are going to laugh at me for this, but I'm still going to do it. My slut, you better appreciate my effort.&lt;br /&gt;You can be sweet at times, and those are the times which I totally love. And when you are annoying, fuck that, you are HELL annoying. Sometimes I seriously find it irritating, but don't stop it. I kinda like it. Your way of giving me attention, I like :D Also, you may be broke most of the time, but I don't really care. You have the POWER to make me happy. (See, I'm not that materialistic after all right??) You brought fun, laughter and joy into my life, and damn that line was cheesy. But anyway, turning 18 with me is an honor, no other people have had this chance with me you know. So, Happy 18th Birthday lover boy! I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months together seems quite short eh? How we started was totally unbelievable. I'm already wondering what my boyf would do for me on my birthday. hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-2082483094966365507?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/2082483094966365507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=2082483094966365507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2082483094966365507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2082483094966365507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/02/mel-yap-ming-yang-my-slutty-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-3732862770370767941</id><published>2010-01-21T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:03:20.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's an email which I received today, telling me about my horoscope, which I think is so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TAURUS - THE TRAMP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aggressive&lt;/span&gt; (I bite!). Loves being in long relationships .  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Likes to give a good fight (Yup! With my boyfriend, literally).&lt;/span&gt;  Fight for what they want. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Can be annoying at times, but for the love of attention (I know I'm annoying at times, but it's just for the love of attention).&lt;/span&gt;  Extremely outgoing. Loves to help people in times of need.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Good kisser (I know!). Good personality (So true!). Stubborn (So true!). A caring person (So true!).&lt;/span&gt; They can be self centered and if they want something they will do anything to get it. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They love to sleep and can be lazy (I just don't want to move, NOT lazy).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One of a kind (i AM unique!).&lt;/span&gt; Not one to mess with. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are the most attractive people on earth! (Tell me, how can I not be???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-3732862770370767941?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/3732862770370767941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=3732862770370767941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3732862770370767941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3732862770370767941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-email-which-i-received-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-1422584591227903746</id><published>2010-01-19T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:48:01.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/S1Wb6mRlQqI/AAAAAAAAARE/Nbvbp0iDakQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kvq1pygKes1qzudq4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/S1Wb6mRlQqI/AAAAAAAAARE/Nbvbp0iDakQ/s400/tumblr_kvq1pygKes1qzudq4o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428416356874011298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeeeet!&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture from Myra's blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-1422584591227903746?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/1422584591227903746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=1422584591227903746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/1422584591227903746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/1422584591227903746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweeeeet-i-took-this-picture-from-myras.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/S1Wb6mRlQqI/AAAAAAAAARE/Nbvbp0iDakQ/s72-c/tumblr_kvq1pygKes1qzudq4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16341491.post-7278832586542956709</id><published>2009-12-23T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:55:04.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been like this:&lt;br /&gt;I feel like blogging. *signs in to blogger*&lt;br /&gt;What do I want to blog about? *Thinks, types a few words* &lt;br /&gt;Ah fuck, forget it. I don't know what to blog about. *signs out of blogger and finds some other thing to do*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for the girls: Don't go to forever21 at 313 with your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Level&lt;br /&gt;You enter the store, the boyfriend still feels okay and follows you around. Not long after taking a few steps, the boyfriend says, "I hate it when I'm the only guy in the store, feels so weird." You say, "Look at the girls!" and continue to look around. &lt;br /&gt;Two Levels&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend starts complaining but you're kinda unaffected by it. You continue shopping around. Boyfriend threatens to carry you out of F21 if you don't get going soon.&lt;br /&gt;Three Levels&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend is getting desperate and complains and complains and complains. You ignore and gets lifted by the boyfriend. Obviously you will feel embarrassed and will be asking your boyfriend to put you down. You start to walk to the escalator to the next floor BUT you saw something nice and stop to take a look at it. And your boyfriend threatens to carry you out of the shop AGAIN!!! Then you stalk to the next floor while complaining.&lt;br /&gt;Four Levels&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend is happy because its the last level already and goes out to see where all the drumming sounds came from. Only then you can shop in peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as anyone can guess, &lt;br /&gt;You = ME &lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend = MEL YAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being carried in the store! WTF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-7278832586542956709?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/7278832586542956709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=7278832586542956709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7278832586542956709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7278832586542956709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-like-this-i-feel-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-6792282522607371240</id><published>2009-11-30T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:12:33.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me say this again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK the queue! &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-6792282522607371240?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/6792282522607371240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=6792282522607371240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6792282522607371240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6792282522607371240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-me-say-this-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-3948193686211137769</id><published>2009-11-20T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:04:17.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's see, what happened this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, we were dared to kiss each other in class. And OMG. I KISSED MY LES! My virgin lesbian kiss was given to you Myra! &lt;br /&gt;Sak's reaction was the best! "My eyes! I think I just watched porn," she said. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I had my French culture quiz which lasted only 5 minutes. It was so damn cold when it rained, I was shivering from the cold all the way home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Roma-roma-mamaa!&lt;br /&gt;Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your ugly&lt;br /&gt;I want your disease&lt;br /&gt;I want your everything&lt;br /&gt;As long as it’s &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;Love-love-LOVE, I want your love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-3948193686211137769?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/3948193686211137769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=3948193686211137769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3948193686211137769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3948193686211137769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-see-what-happened-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-7624301721341320231</id><published>2009-11-03T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:52:16.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School is giving me a lot to worry about. It's the third week only and I'm skipping lectures. Not lecture, but lectureS, with an 'S'. What the hell am I going to do when there's a test or something? I'm not paying much attention in class also. When tutor is talking, I'll be browsing through other websites. Damn. What the fuck. Shit. Bloody hell. Furthermore, there's also the boyfriend problem. There's not enough time for each other. I don't like it when I don't get to see my boy. I always crank up when I'm at home and that just sucks. I don't like to miss someone so much like that. It makes me feel weak and like those sticky/clingy boyfriends/girlfriends. I just don't like it. I am not used to feeling like that.&lt;br /&gt;There was a project submission and presentation today. Well, at least something went well. I can say that I'm satisfied with myself on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-7624301721341320231?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/7624301721341320231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=7624301721341320231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7624301721341320231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7624301721341320231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/11/school-is-giving-me-lot-to-worry-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-8929247354191556546</id><published>2009-10-20T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:33:52.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School is so damn boring now. The lecturer and tutors cant get anymore monotonous! Worst still, it's only the second day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving is SOOO DIFFICULT and TORTUROUS. I have never felt this way at all before. I'm not sad, angry or anything. No arguements, no unhappiness. It's just the missing part that sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-8929247354191556546?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/8929247354191556546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=8929247354191556546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/8929247354191556546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/8929247354191556546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-is-so-damn-boring-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-5243157346055271873</id><published>2009-10-14T19:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:53:27.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trust, isn't a word I can easily hand it over.&lt;br /&gt;- Elina from The Vampire Diaries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-5243157346055271873?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/5243157346055271873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=5243157346055271873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/5243157346055271873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/5243157346055271873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/10/trust-isnt-word-i-can-easily-hand-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-4980754031325099325</id><published>2009-09-30T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:24:26.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reply to my tags: Yup yup yup! Thanks people :D I'm damn happy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work = Money *gives a big grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-4980754031325099325?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/4980754031325099325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=4980754031325099325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/4980754031325099325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/4980754031325099325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/09/reply-to-my-tags-yup-yup-yup-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-5665592961785622715</id><published>2009-09-25T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:47:18.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'VE GOT FUCKING GOOD NEWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more irritating nightly smses.&lt;br /&gt;No more getting pissed off with them.&lt;br /&gt;No more fussing about how to stop the smses.&lt;br /&gt;No more need to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;No more complaining to people about it.&lt;br /&gt;No more listening to me complain.&lt;br /&gt;No more moodiness from the fussing.&lt;br /&gt;No more bitching from me.&lt;br /&gt;No more stalking.&lt;br /&gt;No more need to get a bodyguard (XZ).&lt;br /&gt;No more worrying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes, the smses have stopped, FOR GOOD! I'm so damn happy about that. &lt;br /&gt;It's definately something worth celebrating for. &lt;br /&gt;Fucking happy!!! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-5665592961785622715?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/5665592961785622715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=5665592961785622715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/5665592961785622715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/5665592961785622715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-got-fucking-good-news-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-3063205997087108253</id><published>2009-09-14T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:09:31.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Celebrated Wynne's birthday last saturday. So the plan was to make her go from Parkway Parade to Bugis Junction and finally Marina Square and I was to keep her company throughout her journey. &lt;br /&gt;At each station, she had to complete a challenge or do a forfeit before she was given the clue to her next station. We walked practically the whole day. I'm so damn sure that Wynne will remember us for life for making her walk around Bugis with the words "Today is my Birthday =D" stuck to her back. &lt;br /&gt;After all the walking, we finally settled for dinner at MOF. Sitting in between Wynne and Rachel is a hell lot of laughter! I got stroked in the thigh by Rachel and while eating I felt hands behind me, can't even eat in peace. &lt;br /&gt;I TOTALLY LOVED THAT DAY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today...&lt;br /&gt;I'm goddamn tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a faggot who just doesn't want to leave me alone, it's fucking irritating and I have got to bitch about it. I've got a few things to say. Firstly, I don't give a fuck about how you feel or care. I got much better things to attend to. I don't have or want to have anything to do with you. Secondly, you can cry or bitch or hide what you feel and it's not my problem, stop trying to gain pity. IT WON'T WORK. And lastly, leave me alone, you bastard. I am happy with my current situation now. I don't need a pitiful pup begging for attention from me. I've got great friends and the best boyfriend anyone can ever have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-3063205997087108253?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/3063205997087108253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=3063205997087108253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3063205997087108253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3063205997087108253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/09/celebrated-wynnes-birthday-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-3287846251724140286</id><published>2009-09-06T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:52:16.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'If a women walks into a room and people say, "Oh what a marvellous dress", then she is badly dressed. If they say, "What a beautiful woman", then she is well dressed.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Coco Chanel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-3287846251724140286?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/3287846251724140286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=3287846251724140286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3287846251724140286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3287846251724140286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-women-walks-into-room-and-people-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-4803043982602811934</id><published>2009-08-30T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:08:58.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People, I'm going to chalet tmr and changing my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update again when I come back.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait! I need my happy drug, drinks and friends! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-4803043982602811934?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/4803043982602811934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=4803043982602811934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/4803043982602811934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/4803043982602811934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/08/people-im-going-to-chalet-tmr-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-9024923395378667489</id><published>2009-08-24T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:37:29.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what? I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why? Because I got an UBER effective happy drug and my EXAMS ARE OVER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAY! HOLIDAY! HOLIDAY! HOLIDAY! HOLIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;CHALET! CHALET! CHALET! PARTY! PARTY! DRINK! Gosh! I so cannot wait! &lt;br /&gt;And damn, I'll be so bored during the holidays. I want another job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nightly messages are just so bloody fucking infuriatingly irritating! I want my fucking drug now, now, NOW! &lt;br /&gt;Fuck is going to be my new favorite swear word as a result of some influences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-9024923395378667489?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/9024923395378667489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=9024923395378667489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/9024923395378667489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/9024923395378667489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-know-what-im-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-5658125833521635524</id><published>2009-08-18T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:04:57.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nice, this is what Ryan told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAU == Walking And Laughing At You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X men should be x-rated because all of them walk around in tights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should be banned because they discriminate the crippled by making the xavier dude a psychotic baldie crippled who got no sex appeal and cannot wear tights so he made his team wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quoting directly from him in those three statements. Since I'm so free and not studying, I shall blog about him. I'm only doing it because he requested for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the above quotes, Ryan is full of crap and funny nonsense. He also has a very very wild imagination. Also, he's very naggy as in, VERY naggy. Oh, he's sadist because he told me before that my misery would make him happy. But, what ever it is, I like arguing with him. The reason is, I keep winning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! See, I'm nice. I blogged about you, Ryan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-5658125833521635524?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/5658125833521635524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=5658125833521635524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/5658125833521635524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/5658125833521635524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/08/nice-this-is-what-ryan-told-me-walau.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-872814730708917760</id><published>2009-08-16T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:27:35.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this sms from Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today is World Stealing Day, what would you steal from me? And why? Forward this to others. You'll get all weird answers but reply me first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a chain message, but I find it interesting. So anybody who reads this post, tell me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Ryan, I just blogged about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-872814730708917760?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/872814730708917760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=872814730708917760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/872814730708917760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/872814730708917760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-got-this-sms-from-ryan.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-3731593340819824442</id><published>2009-08-12T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:36:53.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many things to be done, and so little time.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm blogging because of Ryan, Bryon and SC. If not, I couldn't be bothered. I'm supposed to blog about Bryon and SC, they asked me to. I can't seem to remember what to blog about though. Therefore, I'm skipping it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall start on my IO designs now. I need sleep, like really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-3731593340819824442?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/3731593340819824442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=3731593340819824442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3731593340819824442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3731593340819824442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-many-things-to-be-done-and-so-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-4486450153815022771</id><published>2009-08-03T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:07:17.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Girl, start STUDYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-4486450153815022771?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/4486450153815022771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=4486450153815022771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/4486450153815022771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/4486450153815022771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/08/note-to-self-girl-start-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-3324529141569745342</id><published>2009-07-31T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:41:27.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, I need more sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back from work and I still haven't changed out of what I wore to school. I'm gonna be working for three days in a row this week. Meaning... MONEY! *gives a BIG WIDE grin* It may be the same for next week too. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;There was ISOFun and BBFin lessons today. As usual, ISOFun was killing me. I was feeling sleepy during BBFin. We got our quiz results and I would say that I was just satisfied with my results. And, cheer up Myra, I'd be most happy to be you DB. On the way home, Ah Zheng and me were talking, and he's encouraging me! It seemed to work a little and is making me re-think. Damnit, he also said that I'm falling in unconsciously. No good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Esplanade's library makes me excited, I don't know why... It must be the shops on the way there. Yes, it is. Shop, shop, shopping! I NEED an avenue to relieve stress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-3324529141569745342?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/3324529141569745342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=3324529141569745342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3324529141569745342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3324529141569745342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/07/seriously-i-need-more-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-4416670755879778993</id><published>2009-07-31T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:07:07.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOHOOOOOOOO! I'm being random! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISOFun VBA is OVER!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-4416670755879778993?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/4416670755879778993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=4416670755879778993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/4416670755879778993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/4416670755879778993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/07/wooohoooooooo-im-being-random-isofun.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-5597149738076885527</id><published>2009-07-27T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:31:39.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My class guys have this thing for the necklaces I wear to school, which I find very amusing. And it's not only one, but a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;Just today, Ah Zheng wore my necklace for most of the time in school. And there's Alden too. Whenever I wear my sun/flower pendant necklace, Bryon will want to wear it also. Hahaha. I just find them so interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wohoo! I had only 1 hour of lesson today, BBFin and ISOFun was cancelled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random...&lt;br /&gt;I love you too, Wynne! Although I already know that you always love me. :)&lt;br /&gt;RYAN IS SCARED OF ME.&lt;br /&gt;I have this addiction to happyness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-5597149738076885527?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/5597149738076885527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=5597149738076885527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/5597149738076885527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/5597149738076885527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-class-guys-have-this-thing-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-6313080181373204717</id><published>2009-07-23T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:58:29.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am tired. Laughing out loud is a very tiring thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRYON, ZQ AND SAKINAH! Just don't kill me, Sak. You know I meant well! Hahahaha. And there was a food fight, which thankfully didn't involve me. I so don't want to have cake on my face. &lt;br /&gt;Then Jeff and Herman started dancing and clowning around and I was looking at them. They were fucking hilarious!!! Watching them made me laugh so hard till the ! I am still laughing at their action whenever I think of it. &lt;br /&gt;Oh! SC didn't get taupok-ed today! BRYON, I want the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random...&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I'm addictive. :DD&lt;br /&gt;Aww... Ryan hates me now. So sad lah. How does your eyesight have to anything to do with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Buy a personal lighter before Children's Day. &lt;br /&gt;Just before anyone starts on me, I'll clarify that it is a gift for someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-6313080181373204717?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/6313080181373204717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=6313080181373204717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6313080181373204717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6313080181373204717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-6483555424705590223</id><published>2009-07-22T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:51:22.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah Zheng has turned over a new leaf! He's not being mean to me anymore. YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've been high and behaving crazily since the break after PRSP lecture, or so what everyone says. It must be because of the lack of sleep. The damn projects just come one after another. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Day time is so not productive. I've been trying to the summary for BPM during the free period and I ended up doing everything except the summary. Everything meaning playing poker, talking, stoning and walking around aimlessly. How productive is that? &lt;br /&gt;Lessons today were totally slack. All I did during BPM lab was to show Ms Jo my article and log on to facebook. Lectures were just as light too. Thank god man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, anyone enlighten me on the VBA programming and I will be FOREVER indebted to him/her. I promise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nightly messages are so absurd that they are getting on my nerves &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-6483555424705590223?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/6483555424705590223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=6483555424705590223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6483555424705590223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6483555424705590223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/07/ah-zheng-has-turned-over-new-leaf-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-7417035922702131785</id><published>2009-07-18T13:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T14:31:53.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BBFin quiz is over, so much for the stressing and shit. Project deadlines are coming up too. But heck, I'll get them out for submission, dead or alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And PRSP sure is useful because somebody came up with the codes for comparing the size between Alden and me. &lt;br /&gt;Basically, I was bored during lecture and came up with this comparison: &lt;br /&gt;Alden &gt; Adeline &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was what they wrote while we were in the BPM lab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upIUhiUZa8E/SmFnZF1IYgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-wJHvkFdVjI/s1600-h/Photo0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upIUhiUZa8E/SmFnZF1IYgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-wJHvkFdVjI/s400/Photo0207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359678712307016194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last line says, "Alden is very very very de Pui!!!" &lt;br /&gt;These people really make me laugh all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the sofa in the lab a really good place to sleep, only if there is no one disturbing you or taking pictures of you sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random...&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I seriously need to cut my nails. They are too long! &lt;br /&gt;Gonna delete some posts from my blog too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-7417035922702131785?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/7417035922702131785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=7417035922702131785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7417035922702131785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7417035922702131785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/07/bbfin-quiz-is-over-so-much-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upIUhiUZa8E/SmFnZF1IYgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-wJHvkFdVjI/s72-c/Photo0207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16341491.post-7199843046020004250</id><published>2009-07-12T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:04:18.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, &lt;br /&gt;And Death once dead, there's no more dying then. &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;      -William Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-7199843046020004250?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/7199843046020004250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=7199843046020004250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7199843046020004250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7199843046020004250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-shalt-thou-feed-on-death-that-feeds.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-2250818782378627083</id><published>2009-07-11T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:59:39.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 Random Things for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)The song 21 Guns keeps playing and replaying itself in my head today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)It is nice knowing that my value shot up from $110 000 to $2.3 million on Friends for Sale in just a few hours yesterday. I don't know how much do I cost now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)My internet is finally up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Give me some Royce chocolates, a martini (any martini will do or maybe a Bailey's would be fine too) and some strawberries please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)I think my mother just lost some of her maturity on the intellectual side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-2250818782378627083?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/2250818782378627083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=2250818782378627083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2250818782378627083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2250818782378627083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-random-things-for-today-1the-song-21.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-6149766898016904051</id><published>2009-07-09T16:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:41:57.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was watching MJ's memorial service that night. It was damn heart rending to watch Paris Jackson say that her father was the best dad in the world. I almost freaking cried while watching. And I admired her courage to stand up on stage to talk about her late father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very, very, very, tired. This is the result of sleeping only until it is at least 2am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;This is what people do during APEL lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-6149766898016904051?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/6149766898016904051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=6149766898016904051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6149766898016904051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6149766898016904051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/07/was-watching-mjs-memorial-service-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-426084277070009504</id><published>2009-07-06T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:58:11.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahahahaha! I see that everyone is cursing the programming crap already. But anyway, I changed my blogskin as anyone who's not blind can see, it's AVRIL LAVIGNE!!! &lt;br /&gt;Simple and Rockin' Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Toodles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I clarify or ignore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-426084277070009504?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/426084277070009504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=426084277070009504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/426084277070009504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/426084277070009504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/07/hahahahahaha-i-see-that-everyone-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-1275678430924534637</id><published>2009-07-03T09:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:22:32.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucking Bugger! Am I one who is so easily influenced?&lt;br /&gt;I make my own choices based on my freaking point of view. I choose who my friends are, who I want to be and these are all NONE of your business.&lt;br /&gt;You have no say over what kind of people my friends are. Get that straight.&lt;br /&gt;Just one sentence from you, all my friends are being labelled as a "bad influence" (or that's what they think now). That's very nice huh. &lt;br /&gt;Everybody is wrong but only you are right, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you think you know me very well? Think again. Will I ever be the same with all these happening? In case this is too complicated for your tiny brain to understand, I am telling you now that I am not the same anymore. Since I'm mixing with all the "bad influences", that means I am "bad" as well. So just leave me alone will you? Do me this favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-1275678430924534637?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/1275678430924534637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=1275678430924534637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/1275678430924534637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/1275678430924534637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/07/fucking-bugger-am-i-one-who-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-5640520270454475094</id><published>2009-06-30T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:43:44.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn PRSP! It's killing me!!! I'm still stuck at qn 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the concern everybody! I love u all! HAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm over reacting a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said I had low-level food poisoning but I'm much better now. I totally felt like shit yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the great impact his results had on him, Ah Zheng went crazy today. He sang almost all the way till we reach Boon Keng MRT. As a result, I laughed like a looney and the people I walked past thought that I was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Can you people tag with your names?? Even if you hate me, it's alright. I won't eat you up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Ryan complaining about his school now. He's so naggy...&lt;br /&gt;Oh! He has a very wild imagination too.&lt;br /&gt;And he's childish too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-5640520270454475094?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/5640520270454475094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=5640520270454475094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/5640520270454475094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/5640520270454475094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/06/damn-prsp-its-killing-me-im-still-stuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-7600176962566118965</id><published>2009-06-28T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:36:25.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Self love is self doubt.&lt;br /&gt;I beg to differ. I love myself. A lot. But I'd say that self love is protecting onself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being materialistic is being practical.&lt;br /&gt;I so so so so so SO SO SO agree with this. No one can't live without money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I thought only guys get wet dreams??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan Fox is really a man or a woman?! Damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-7600176962566118965?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/7600176962566118965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=7600176962566118965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7600176962566118965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7600176962566118965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/06/self-love-is-self-doubt.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-3546941089345716915</id><published>2009-06-26T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:30:13.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MJ died last afternoon at the age of 50.&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard the news on radio, I was like 'OH MY GOD! Serious????'. I didn't really believe it. Then the DJs repeated the news again, only then did I believe it. It was so saddening to know that it was true lah! Then I went to sms Ryan and Sakinah about it. They also didn't really believe it. haha. &lt;br /&gt;But still, MJ has passed on. I definitely will remember him, for sure. He was my idol when I was very young. I watched his video on Youtube just now and&lt;br /&gt;I TOTALLY LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE his smooth, sleek moves and his moon walk. He's the best. I LOVE MJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still watching his videos now. Marilyn Monroe, Elvis Presley, Bruce Lee, Charlie Chaplin all died at a young age. It's such a waste lah. Why do famous people all die so young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry and bored and sleepy. And damn it, I feel like drinking now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-3546941089345716915?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/3546941089345716915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=3546941089345716915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3546941089345716915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3546941089345716915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/06/mj-died-last-afternoon-at-age-of-50.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-6084324305035400993</id><published>2009-06-25T22:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:43:55.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was fun today. Some people were spamming on my facebook profile during PRSP lecture and I was doing the problem matrix for SAS (while on facebook). Then it was the stressful SAS till 3pm. And then, it's the end of school.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Swensens for ice cream. Me and Myra got a treat from Alden. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;And they were so obsessed with BALLS. HAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures can be quite unglam. Enjoy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/SkOVNzUjwOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/lHaMoKZ5En0/s1600-h/Photo0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/SkOVNzUjwOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/lHaMoKZ5En0/s200/Photo0201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351284846593556706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/SkOVNpUp3xI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6qoZP20SLrc/s1600-h/Photo0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/SkOVNpUp3xI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6qoZP20SLrc/s200/Photo0196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351284843909603090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/SkOUKM9AShI/AAAAAAAAAQk/kNt5juZRjLo/s200/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351283685242980882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/SkOUJsZnWYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/359eZfD2qPo/s1600-h/Photo0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/SkOUJsZnWYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/359eZfD2qPo/s200/Photo0192.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351283676504611202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/SkOUJbHWx-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Xm9OGMa0MUg/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/SkOUJbHWx-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Xm9OGMa0MUg/s200/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351283671864625122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/SkOUIx-LxII/AAAAAAAAAQM/ONNX7g41uj0/s1600-h/Photo0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/SkOUIx-LxII/AAAAAAAAAQM/ONNX7g41uj0/s200/Photo0191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351283660820300930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SUPERRRRRR sleepy! That's because I've been sleeping at only around 2am in the morning? Tired, tired, tired. I am SO going to sleep early tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow, meow, meow. &lt;br /&gt;Give me a lime magerita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there anything, just sms me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-6084324305035400993?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/6084324305035400993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=6084324305035400993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6084324305035400993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6084324305035400993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-was-fun-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/SkOVNzUjwOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/lHaMoKZ5En0/s72-c/Photo0201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16341491.post-6814479330824139766</id><published>2009-06-24T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:08:11.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RYAN HATES ME! HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;It's just so fun. OMG. He's ignoring me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm held up by the SAS project now, busy doing the problem matrix. What did I do in school today? Oh.&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping during PRSP lecture, helping Myra uninstall her XAMPP and installing it again during ISOFun lecture and pretty much in my own world during the BPM lab. &lt;br /&gt;It's nothing much actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I only get to go home after 6pm tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-6814479330824139766?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/6814479330824139766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=6814479330824139766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6814479330824139766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6814479330824139766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/06/ryan-hates-me-hahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-7878489837253396474</id><published>2009-06-23T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:08:18.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! i've finally, Finally, FINALLY changed my blogskin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-7878489837253396474?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/7878489837253396474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=7878489837253396474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7878489837253396474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7878489837253396474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-ive-finally-finally-finally-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-3264501376541175031</id><published>2009-06-23T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:37:15.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah! I'm bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally PRSP is making more sense to me. I've always thought that programming sucks but it seems like I'm getting the hang of using php. &lt;br /&gt;YAYness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO CHANGE MY BLOGSKIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I or should I not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-3264501376541175031?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/3264501376541175031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=3264501376541175031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3264501376541175031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3264501376541175031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/06/bah-im-bored-finally-prsp-is-making.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-628294778953643398</id><published>2009-06-22T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:43:51.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you leave your name...&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle you in.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;8. I'll tell you my favourite thing about you.&lt;br /&gt;9. I'll tell you my least favorite thing about you.&lt;br /&gt;10. If you play, you MUST post this on yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was wad Ryan Lee commented on me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADELINE WONG....ugh!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;1) self-established enemy of ryan&lt;br /&gt;2) Chucky: u know the horror/killer movie about this SHORT doll going arnd killing ppl? ya, ur more or less abt there.short and dangerous minus the cuteness. lol&lt;br /&gt;3)SHORTcake flavour&lt;br /&gt;4)Quoted from Darth Vader: I am your Father(bear)... &lt;br /&gt;5) us bickering&lt;br /&gt;6) Pink coloured crow cum penguin. short, noisy, revengeful, likes pink and diving.haha&lt;br /&gt;7)why u so against me. ('coz its fun' is not a valid ans)&lt;br /&gt;8)Bickering with you (when im winning)&lt;br /&gt;9) Bickering with you (when im not winning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..u cnfm explode de..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. I exploded with laughter. hahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-628294778953643398?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/628294778953643398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=628294778953643398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/628294778953643398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/628294778953643398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-leave-your-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-4236008122197579965</id><published>2009-06-17T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:03:12.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got so many things to say today. Maybe I should number them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I thought nobody was going to read my blog anymore. That was why I started blogging. I wanted some privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There's some renovation works going to be done at my house soon. My mother is so stressed that she's almost pulling her hair out of her scalp. Ok, that was an exaggeration. However, she's so damn stressed that you can see it on her face. I said I wanted to help but it somehow got worse. So I don't know what is going happen and I'm going to leave it at that. But I still want to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was so looking forward to alcohol at the 4G chalet. When I arrived, I realized that there was none at all. I was immediately deflated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I called Alden at like 10pm tonight, asked him to come down to Downtown East's Subway by 10.30pm and walk me to Pasir Ris mrt. Why? Because of a stupid ghost story which got me scared and some lazy people from 4G. Yeah, at least the lazy person was kind enough to wait for Alden to reach Downtown first before leaving. &lt;br /&gt;I totally LOVE the people from C242 man!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I picked up a call to hear somebody singing to me. &lt;br /&gt;First emotion: Shock&lt;br /&gt;Second emotion: Puzzled&lt;br /&gt;Third emotion: PISSED&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, the caller ID showed the word 'unknown'. &lt;br /&gt;I thought it was X using another person's phone to call me, Ryan. It irritated the hell out of me. Even WY also thought so confidently it was X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. RUSSEL CHINOCHI. Stop laughing at my tagboard can. It is not a freaking joke book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I totally LOVE C242 man. When I was pissed and moody, XZ bought 2 pairs for ear studs, gave 1 pair to me and I was the one who chose the studs. I wouldn't say it was cheap and it sure did cheer me up a little. No, I think I was distracted with wondering what was it with the guys from my class that I forgot my moodiness. &lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say these are signs of affection. XZ was not the only one. I think SC started this trend of buying things for the girls.&lt;br /&gt;I also can never stop laughing at their sick and retarded jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last but not least, I have been sick since Saturday and I am going to VERY VERY BUSY for the whole of this week. Hopefully my condition does not worsen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-4236008122197579965?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/4236008122197579965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=4236008122197579965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/4236008122197579965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/4236008122197579965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-got-so-many-things-to-say-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-2642968814646869312</id><published>2009-06-11T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:19:39.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo! I'm finally back home. &lt;br /&gt;Legs are tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of moody due to some personal ISSUE.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... I could say I had fun although there wasn't many people today. No, I did have fun. Alden, Justin, Xuan Zheng, Sakinah and me went to Pizza Hut for lunch first. I realized the food at Pizza Hut sucks. Anyway, after lunch, we walked to Peace Centre for almost 2 hours of pool. &lt;br /&gt;I almost got hit by the cue ball. wtf! And my face was like a few inches away from getting hit. I'm not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;After the game, Sak left. Me, Alden, Justin and XZ walked all the way to Suntec for the IT Show. We were trying our luck to see if we can meet Bryon also.It's a long way, thus the tired legs. I resisted the temptation with some help from Alden and Justin. Maybe XZ also. Thanks, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You trust me? I dun trust myself.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I hate when I can't express myself even on my own blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-2642968814646869312?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/2642968814646869312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=2642968814646869312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2642968814646869312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2642968814646869312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/06/woohoo-im-finally-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-2985287715004914767</id><published>2009-06-10T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:10:21.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok... I'm kinda dragging my feet to blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;What should I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with c242 last friday, went ice-skating, played pool at Peace Centre and went Fish &amp; Co., Hereen for dinner. Hanged for awhile after dinner before heading home. It was almost 12 when I reached home. Ice-skating was fun and I learnt it within an hour! Hahaha. However, I fell twice. But still, it was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna play pool with the guys tomorrow again. Bored! Ask me out anyone??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-2985287715004914767?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/2985287715004914767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=2985287715004914767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2985287715004914767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2985287715004914767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-6347658635289944734</id><published>2009-06-07T01:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:21:20.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm surprised that people still read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I start blogging again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave it to just collect dust?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-6347658635289944734?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/6347658635289944734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=6347658635289944734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6347658635289944734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6347658635289944734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-im-surprised-that-people-still-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-7137104613110717151</id><published>2009-05-29T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:22:49.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking pissed off now. Some people just don't know how to get off my back. &lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to study now but my mood has just totally soured in a few seconds. Fuck it!&lt;br /&gt;I've got to say THANKS for that man. If not for some freaking depression, I would definitely be harsher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term test is round the corner and it's really stressful. However, I really want to thank the friends who were there when I needed to talk. You are definitely treasured. I know it does not sound like me, but heck! I've said what I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-7137104613110717151?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/7137104613110717151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=7137104613110717151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7137104613110717151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7137104613110717151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2009/05/fuck-im-freaking-pissed-off-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-7492041146782259678</id><published>2008-11-09T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:41:02.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll start blogging again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-7492041146782259678?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/7492041146782259678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=7492041146782259678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7492041146782259678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7492041146782259678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-more-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-8254459208692763075</id><published>2008-05-19T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:19:11.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I've blogged. haha. &lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging as I'm waiting for baby to come out from his shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. No. That sounds wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my house and baby is at his own house. I'm waiting for him so that he can call me and we can chat on the phone. That's what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's out already, turning off the comp now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is fucking hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-8254459208692763075?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/8254459208692763075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=8254459208692763075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/8254459208692763075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/8254459208692763075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-ages-since-ive-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-2674941656302383876</id><published>2008-02-26T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:24:43.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't have time to blog until today. There are many pictures (since the December holidays) to be uploaded but I'm lazy to upload them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll come straight to the point. I fucking cried while on the bus home today. I don't like to cry because crying is so not like me. I don't cry so easily in the past. I guess I have been too engrossed in thinking of baby. After that, baby called to comfort me, so we talked on the phone for awhile. Then, I went to Ark for awhile before going home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-2674941656302383876?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/2674941656302383876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=2674941656302383876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2674941656302383876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2674941656302383876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-didnt-have-time-to-blog-until-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-7536219640754802112</id><published>2008-01-29T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:25:18.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I could stay happy when baby booked in, but it looks like I can't. I wasn't in a very good mood today and vent my frustration on someone I think. As a result, I didn't speak much in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for Friday to quickly come, so that I can see baby. Oh! Daddy's coming back on the 31st and I don't know if I can go to the airport on that day. When Daddy's back, I can get my new phone already. Baby is bent on changing to the same phone as me. He just doesn't listen to me when I tell him to save money. Back to Daddy anyway, have I grown to be so close to baby that he can replace my father? Why don't I feel as happy as last time, when Daddy came back from China? No. No. No. It CANNOT be. Nobody can ever replace my father. Argh! I'm thinking too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off bastard.&lt;br /&gt;You'd better distance yourself from my mother.&lt;br /&gt;Go back to your rubbish dump jerk.&lt;br /&gt;Stop wasting my precious time. &lt;br /&gt;I'm showing my respect to you only because&lt;br /&gt;of your relationship with my father and&lt;br /&gt;respecting my mother's decision.&lt;br /&gt;I never needed an OUTSIDER'S care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Both my mother and my father are not having a relationship outside. It's not what you think it is.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-7536219640754802112?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/7536219640754802112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=7536219640754802112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7536219640754802112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7536219640754802112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-thought-i-could-stay-happy-when-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-1207563923902093407</id><published>2008-01-20T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T20:03:22.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby botak le! And he's going to book in today again. It's like damn fast can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I cabbed to HTA to wait for baby to come out on Friday. I couldn't recognise baby for a moment when he came out. Only after baby "eh" at me then I realised it was him. There was like so many people walking in and out of the entrance lah and the different hairstyle still wasn't registered in my memory yet. Baby came out at 4.30pm and we cabbed back to Ark. I also went to find baby today and yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for you to come out on Friday, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-1207563923902093407?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/1207563923902093407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=1207563923902093407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/1207563923902093407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/1207563923902093407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2008/01/baby-botak-le-and-hes-going-to-book-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-1995212083903313344</id><published>2008-01-17T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:18:02.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby's comg back TOMORROW, in less than 24hours. Can't wait. Can't wait. Can't wait. =D Even though uncle said that baby might not book out on time, I still will go to the Home Team Academy to wait for him. I've decided to go to Ark first to put my things down after remedial. Then, wait till about 3.40pm or 3.45pm and I'll cab down to HTA to wait for baby. Hopefully the weather will be fine tomorrow. Once, I've met baby, we will cab back to Ark. haha. Nam Chuin have been nagging me to drag baby to see him first before going anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather is freaking hot man. It was damn stuffy at Ark also but I still did some photocopying and stuff though. Auntie Ark's mother was all alone at the shop today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW! The shitty day has been crawling very very slowy. grr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-1995212083903313344?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/1995212083903313344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=1995212083903313344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/1995212083903313344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/1995212083903313344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2008/01/babys-comg-back-tomorrow-in-less-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-3280084007746642674</id><published>2008-01-16T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:08:44.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 more very slow days to pass... Damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn moody in the morning and kept on trying to find things to vent my anger on. As a result, I acted a bit weird. Luckily, Rachel, Wan Yin and Wynne were understanding of my weird behaviour. However, when it was coming to the end of the day, my mood was better. I went to Ark after my remedial and stayed till 6.30pm, which was much later than the time I usually go home. But my mood was definately better when I am there because there's auntie Ark's mother to talk to me and customers to keep me busy. Auntie Ark wasn't there today, so her elder sis came. This is the first time I saw her but I think they don't look alike. haha. Now suan-ing Nam Chuin is a habit for me. When uncle came back, I helped sort the photocopied papers for binding and tried a bit of binding before going home. I just realised that it was damn difficult to do can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will be acting weirdly for the next 2 days because it will be very difficult for me to pass time in school. Pardon me, my friends. &lt;br /&gt;Going to do my homework now. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-3280084007746642674?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/3280084007746642674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=3280084007746642674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3280084007746642674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3280084007746642674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-more-very-slow-days-to-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-450232884823733695</id><published>2008-01-15T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T21:24:05.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 more days left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SICK of staying back everyday. WTF. But I think baby will be feeling even more bored about being cooped up inside the police academy. I've been thinking of how to go to PA this friday since last week and what to do after that. =) Looking forward! Looking forward! &lt;br /&gt;I went home after the social studies supplementary to get changed and went out again. I helped out at Ark for awhile and spent my time there, while waiting for a very very late birthday present. Then I went to get my jeans altered. I went home at almost 6 I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-450232884823733695?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/450232884823733695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=450232884823733695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/450232884823733695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/450232884823733695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2008/01/3-more-days-left-im-sick-of-staying.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-7332047293696551309</id><published>2008-01-14T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T18:31:01.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/R4s3EVup46I/AAAAAAAAAKY/BRi6u-rJgHc/s1600-h/Image076_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/R4s3EVup46I/AAAAAAAAAKY/BRi6u-rJgHc/s200/Image076_edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155274746147496866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's coming back &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days before I'll get to see baby. I'm feeling very sian and pek chek today lah. Today seems to be extremely long baby sms-ed me like only 2 times, one in the morning and one telling me to help him photocopy the command list when I go to Ark. Both are without replies. I think I have already gone crazy can. I didn't go to Ark today, maybe tomorrow. Due to the rain, I reached home at 6pm and I've been wanting to go home since the start of the day. I AM crazy already. I want baby to come back NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-7332047293696551309?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/7332047293696551309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=7332047293696551309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7332047293696551309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7332047293696551309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2008/01/babys-coming-back-this-week-4-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/R4s3EVup46I/AAAAAAAAAKY/BRi6u-rJgHc/s72-c/Image076_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16341491.post-1594000084216021408</id><published>2008-01-11T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T19:07:23.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's finally Friday already. One more DAMNED week to go and baby will be out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that it's no use being sad because baby will eventually come out, and I get to see him again. It's just a matter of time, so I'll continue missing him but try not to get sad anymore. &lt;br /&gt;I went to Ark again today and spent the afternoon there. Nam Chuin taught me abit on how use the photocopier so I helped in a bit of the photocopying. But hor, he teach halfway one, still can say himself good teacher. haha. Then I went with Auntie and Nam Chuin to pick Joey up from school. She's damn cute lah. Maybe I'll take a picture of her someday. I think I'll go to Ark more often. At least I have something to keep myself busy with and baby can also put his mind at ease when I'm there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-1594000084216021408?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/1594000084216021408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=1594000084216021408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/1594000084216021408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/1594000084216021408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-finally-friday-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-2417113951795424821</id><published>2008-01-10T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T19:10:47.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is like only the 3rd bloody day. omg. I'm damn pek chek already can?? Time seem to pass &lt;strong&gt;so so SO&lt;/strong&gt; slowly.&lt;br /&gt;School is also extremely boring, stay back everyday. Now I only feel like staying at home, doing nothing at all. I went to Ark today, for awhile. The feeling's not the same, like without baby there to talk jiaowei and crack jokes. wtf. I'm really really pek chek now. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've decided to go to the Police Academy on Friday to pick baby. The taxi fare is expensive. &lt;s&gt;Anybody wanna come as well?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-2417113951795424821?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/2417113951795424821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=2417113951795424821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2417113951795424821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2417113951795424821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-like-only-3rd-bloody-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-6592103571849697185</id><published>2008-01-09T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T19:27:59.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The second day baby is gone. THE DAYS ARE PASSING REALLY SLOWLY!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel like listening during Amaths class today, was thinking of what baby is doing at that point in time and getting a bit emo again. At least today isn't as bad as yesterday, where I cried all the way till morning assembly when baby went to my block to see me off to school in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Wan Yin walked to the bus stop with me today because I didn't feel like taking 197. I think they were actually worried about me getting emo again. haha. Many thanks to the 2 of you, I really appreciated that. (although I think Rachel won't read my blog) Oh. To the people who tagged, thanks too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend of Chin Teck, you are Huijun is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-6592103571849697185?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/6592103571849697185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=6592103571849697185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6592103571849697185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6592103571849697185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2008/01/second-day-baby-is-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-6445799065272918601</id><published>2008-01-08T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:49:59.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY 14th MONTHS BABY!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 14th month without baby today and I fking cried can! Today is the first anniversary without him. Baby is posted to police and he can come out ONLY after 10 days. OMG! This is only the first day lah. 10 days is almost 2 weeks leh. I am seriously damned not used to it. I see him 5 days a week, baby comes to my school to pick me every single day, no matter rain or shine and sends me home right to my door. Now I have to go walk a long way home all by myself and getting emotional. Am I being stupid? &lt;br /&gt;9 more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby has been worrying a lot the last few days. &lt;br /&gt;I promise I will wait for you baby.&lt;br /&gt;We've been through so much and I won't give up so easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-6445799065272918601?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/6445799065272918601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=6445799065272918601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6445799065272918601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6445799065272918601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-14th-months-baby-its-14th-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-3579456701036362809</id><published>2007-12-11T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:27:16.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna spend as much time as I can with baby. I guess next year will be a busy one for both of us. I'll be having my O's and baby's going to army, so we won't have much time together. So time spent will be cherished even more! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I will care much about home anyway. It's just a place for me to sleep at night. It's not like home almost every home, with parents present to nag and scold their children. Daddy's overseas for almost half my life, mummy's working late everyday for the family and going out with some guy whom I don't know. Who knows I will have a step-daddy?? I can't see the future.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bad mouthing my mother or anything and I will never do that. I'm still her daughter after all. I mean, she has her own life also and I have no right to interfere right? As long as she's happy, then I'm alright with it. &lt;br /&gt;oh well, I've accepted my fate. as long as I'm happy with baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-3579456701036362809?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/3579456701036362809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=3579456701036362809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3579456701036362809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3579456701036362809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wanna-spend-as-much-time-as-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-30115748424399812</id><published>2007-12-10T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:16:23.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/quizzes/stars_say"  style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border=0 src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_taurus_txt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF! WTF! I thought I could accept whatever decision my mother made. I thought I could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me if I'm bothered or thinking about something? Well, yes, I am bothered but I don't know how should I say it. So I hoped brushing it off would give me time to forget about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-30115748424399812?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/30115748424399812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=30115748424399812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/30115748424399812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/30115748424399812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/12/wtf-wtf-i-thought-i-could-accept.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-966515829235763736</id><published>2007-12-10T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:55:23.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from Taiwan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tiring but I enjoyed the roadside stalls the best, especially the food. haha. Other than that... Shopping at Ximenting and Shilin Night Market was better than other places. The other places were just plain boring but I still bought quite a lot of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos will be uploaded later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my handphone went crazy in taiwan! wth. So it's with Nokia, servicing now. Stupid lah. Uncle Nam Chuin see me the first thing is call me auntie. Uncle Nam Chuin, uncle Nam Chuin, uncle Nam Chuin. Older than me still call me auntie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-966515829235763736?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/966515829235763736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=966515829235763736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/966515829235763736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/966515829235763736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back-from-taiwan.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-7461353685907240136</id><published>2007-11-27T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:57:53.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BABY'S BACK! &lt;strong&gt;Finally.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. I just went to Tiffy's blog and was reminded that baby was supposed to bring me to Terminal 3 like (pauses to think) last, last week?? But never mind, we didn't have the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going Taiwan on the 2 Dec to 8 Dec but I'm not really looking forward to it. I wonder why. It doesn't sound fun. The mention of 'hotspring' puts me off, I don't like hotsprings. No reason why, I just don't. What about the shopping? Doesn't sound enticing to me. The food? Maybe.. Oh! It's winter and what the hell! Of all times, why do we have to go during winter. I don't like winter, so cold. Then I have to wear those thick thick clothings, layers and layers of clothes, I think it's a fuss lah. I prefer Thailand. The beaches. haha. Oh well, I don't have a choice, the ticket has been booked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my Daddy. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see my parents ignoring each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-7461353685907240136?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/7461353685907240136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=7461353685907240136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7461353685907240136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7461353685907240136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/11/babys-back-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-5790405786347183137</id><published>2007-11-23T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T01:03:57.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks for all the concern from my friends! =) Thankfully baby is much better already. If not, I'll keep on nagging at him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's going to Malaysia tomorrow, I hope I wouldn't miss him too much for the 3 days. (Baby's gonna KILL ME!) Or else, I will be very xingku. haha. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, baby and me went out today. We went to Outram Park, Chinatown, Bugis and Sim Lim, so many places. Just to get some stuff which we needed.&lt;br /&gt;Baby was very sweet! He gave me a surprise today. He bought me a Mickey Mouse sling bag to bring to Taiwan. haha. When we left Ark, baby said go Outram first and I kept on asking him why but he didn't want to tell me. He just kept on saying that he just wanted to go there, or else, he would ask me not to ask so much. haha. When we reached, baby asked me to choose a bag which I liked. My first reaction was "Huh??". Then baby explained that since I liked the same bag which he bought from the same shop so much, so he wanted to buy one for me also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet? Sweet? Sweet? haha. I think I'm crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I choose a different design from the one baby bought. =) When baby paid for the bag, I couldn't stop smiling. &lt;br /&gt;After buying the bag, we just quickly went to get out stuff together and went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-5790405786347183137?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/5790405786347183137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=5790405786347183137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/5790405786347183137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/5790405786347183137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks-for-all-concern-from-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-563467037155617605</id><published>2007-11-19T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:18:48.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>idiots.. stupid barbarians.. those people are damned morons with no brains. uncivilised ah bengs. i just don't understand why do they always have to resort to violence. it was also because of them, I did not have peaceful nights for the past 2 days. really very very dulan leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went to find baby at Ark before going to my Auntie's house. I damn ximtia lah... I hated the look of the stitch and I was also trying not to look directly at it the whole time. However, baby was still his usual cheerful self.&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that baby's mood is not really affected by it and the wound does not hurt anymore. So he's fine. Baby has a group of very good friends too! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i also want to thank my friends who told me not to worry, because it helped a lot. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-563467037155617605?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/563467037155617605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=563467037155617605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/563467037155617605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/563467037155617605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/11/idiots.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-2935449197908022297</id><published>2007-11-17T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T01:22:24.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah... My boyfriend is in hospital now leh and it is 1am in the morning. sian. i wonder who the heck hit him so hard. who hates him so much that he have to hit him in his face somemore. baby's in tan tock seng hospital now. how i wish i can go find him to accompany him now. but i can't because i still need to go to school tommorow morning and mummy's at home. &lt;br /&gt;WTH! baby is also asking me to sleep, how am i going to sleep sia. after being whacked in the face, baby still can sms and talk to me happily. what is wrong with him? must be kena hit until gong liao, until cannot feel the pain liao. and the stupid hospital's waiting time is so damn long frm 10+ till now. can't they move faster? who the heck is it? who the fucking hell went to hit him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking pissed off right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-2935449197908022297?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/2935449197908022297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=2935449197908022297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2935449197908022297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2935449197908022297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/11/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-7326553327960478066</id><published>2007-11-09T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T23:03:29.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TRUNCATED LESSONS: &lt;strong&gt;OVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. I am SOOOOOOOOOOOO waiting for this day! I seriously seriously think school is boring and can only be boring. I felt like sleeping during lessons today. I slept at 2.30am the previous night can. So after school, Rachel, Wynne and I went to PP MacDonalds and started talking about eating limbs and brains. We had a good time there though, laughing so loudly as usual. &lt;br /&gt;Wyn came to my house after that and I went to get changed and pick up my library books for returning. We went Toa Payoh after that and got everything done. I stayed at Toa Payoh for awhile, took bus home and went to Ark for awhile. It was tuition after that. Mao Mao's got a new haircut! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-7326553327960478066?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/7326553327960478066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=7326553327960478066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7326553327960478066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/7326553327960478066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/11/truncated-lessons-over-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-5870530556273055885</id><published>2007-11-07T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:01:44.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last few days was a catastrophe. I don't think I want to say it out here. It's OVER, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the second last day of truncated lessons. &lt;em&gt;YES!&lt;/em&gt; Time passed relatively fast today. I was hoping for the day to end faster so that I can go home and sleep. Miss Yap released us a little bit earlier and I waited for Rachel to come down. We left school together. &lt;br /&gt;BABY GAVE ME A SURPRISE TODAY. As usual, baby came to pick me but today. I thought that he was hiding something behind him because he had his hands behind his back. So he stood in front of me and gave me that "something".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RzGfHUX59LI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SVsh8iwLpOA/s1600-h/Image226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RzGfHUX59LI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SVsh8iwLpOA/s200/Image226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130056398628582578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D &lt;em&gt;SWEET!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for our 1st year anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already forgot what I said at that time but I only knew that I was extremely happy and could not stop smiling. Then after that I felt damn paiseh when we were walking outside school with a bouquet of flowers in my hands lah. I thought many people were looking at me can but baby and Rachel said I was paranoid. WTH. I am sure people were looking at us everywhere we went. I was also in school uniform can. So paiseh. Even when we went to AMK hub to have lunch, people noticed us. One of the Creative promoters jisiao me. He said in mandarin,"xiao jie, want to buy mp3? Your boyfriend very sweet hor." I couldn't help it but smile. After lunch, we went back to Ark for a while before baby sent me home. &lt;br /&gt;The flowers are in the fridge now. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day before truncated lessons end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-5870530556273055885?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/5870530556273055885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=5870530556273055885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/5870530556273055885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/5870530556273055885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-few-days-was-catastrophe.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RzGfHUX59LI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SVsh8iwLpOA/s72-c/Image226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16341491.post-5119352326048768682</id><published>2007-10-27T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T16:10:05.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm down with flu and cough now. Damn it. And fever on the previous night. Suay lor, holidays starting and I'm sick. Baby is also damn strict on me but he did that because wanted to me to get well quickly also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across an interesting anti-ah lian blog and that person is making almost everyone sound like an ahlian. haha. It's damn interesting though, I read all the posts. MUST SEE! The link: http://www.aalteam.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-5119352326048768682?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/5119352326048768682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=5119352326048768682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/5119352326048768682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/5119352326048768682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-down-with-flu-and-cough-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-6166556744290018462</id><published>2007-10-23T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T20:22:41.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA! BOTAK GOT SCARED! AND I HAD A GOOD LAUGH AT HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the Science Centre &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; but it's with my class this time. We had a lecture there and watched the Hurricane on the Bayou. Time passed very quickly actually and we went to Parkway MacDonalds to have lunch after that.&lt;br /&gt;The four of us plus my baby sat there for a long long long time chatting about JCs, Poly, Little Miss &amp; Mr Men and somemore. It was so long till I wanted to fall asleep. We headed to Parkway Parade because Wan Yin wanted to buy her earpeice and Wyn wanted to buy presents. Walked for so long sia, until I wanted to sleep again. haha. Then we went home after they finish buying their things. I went straight home too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-6166556744290018462?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/6166556744290018462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=6166556744290018462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6166556744290018462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/6166556744290018462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/10/haha-botak-got-scared-and-i-had-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-8389478768083173426</id><published>2007-10-13T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T15:18:42.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby brought me to Science Centre yesterday because his father gave him two tickets. haha. Let the pictures do the talking. I'm lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBmOgL5msI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BHILHvNhHFs/s1600-h/Image207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBmOgL5msI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BHILHvNhHFs/s200/Image207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120705175664302786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Science centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBmfAL5mtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jtKJBlXHGI8/s1600-h/Image208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBmfAL5mtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jtKJBlXHGI8/s200/Image208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120705459132144338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more people than we expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBm3AL5muI/AAAAAAAAAI8/EwzSN5CXyJU/s1600-h/Image209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBm3AL5muI/AAAAAAAAAI8/EwzSN5CXyJU/s200/Image209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120705871449004770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBnJAL5mvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/tLN0VqniozI/s1600-h/Image210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBnJAL5mvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/tLN0VqniozI/s200/Image210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120706180686650098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBnfQL5mwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OF1YHjIXmJ4/s1600-h/Image211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBnfQL5mwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OF1YHjIXmJ4/s200/Image211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120706562938739458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerbils are cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBn9wL5mxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-PoPuSd10Xc/s1600-h/Image212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBn9wL5mxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-PoPuSd10Xc/s200/Image212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120707086924749586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy smiles on our faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBpAAL5m0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/UhY20rkgj38/s1600-h/Image213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBpAAL5m0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/UhY20rkgj38/s200/Image213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120708225091083074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In orange and jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBpPQL5m1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_rlrKng5jas/s1600-h/Image214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBpPQL5m1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_rlrKng5jas/s200/Image214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120708487084088146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBq8gL5m2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1IFOFqGG4wI/s1600-h/Image217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBq8gL5m2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1IFOFqGG4wI/s200/Image217.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120710363984796514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBrYwL5m3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/9mMw-lzc6lc/s1600-h/Image221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBrYwL5m3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/9mMw-lzc6lc/s200/Image221.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120710849316100978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby took this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more pictures. So I spent the rest of the time at Ark and went to tuition after that. Tuition was also quite slack but I did get to learn something about binomial expressions. After awhile I started chatting with Wilson and Mao Mao all the time till the time I went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-8389478768083173426?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/8389478768083173426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=8389478768083173426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/8389478768083173426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/8389478768083173426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/10/baby-brought-me-to-science-centre.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RxBmOgL5msI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BHILHvNhHFs/s72-c/Image207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16341491.post-3511853184579823968</id><published>2007-10-11T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:10:31.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up at 10.30am to an sms, from Wan Yin which woke me up and I can't continue sleeping, so I washed up and got ready to go out. Then I went to Ark to find baby first. Who knows they took so long just to buy breakfast. In the mean time, I helped auntie stick the price tags onto the new stocks which came. haha. Uncle Nam Chuin and baby finally came back and we started playing mahjong. It's them who asked me to stay and play till 1pm but the game still dragged till 1.15pm. But it was also partly because I wanted to play as well. =) Baby sent me to Somerset mrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Cine was a waste of time man. But never mind, I still spent time with my friends. I met them at the foodcourt, had lunch, stoned around for about 1 hour? and went to watch the movie. It was lame can and I can't say that it was worth it lah. After the movie, we went to the arcade to play and I stayed till about 6pm and went to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tay let me slack today. So we started chatting and Mr Tan joined in. We chatted about a lot of things. From studies, to my family, to motorbikes (because Mr Tan has one), and to other people's family (which I shan't say). It made me realise that I'm actually very very lucky to have my family still intact now. But I don't know if it will still be in future. I don't want to think about it. However listening to the two of them was still interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nam Chuin = Auntie/Uncle Nam Chuin&lt;br /&gt;Ryan = Brother Bear&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-3511853184579823968?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/3511853184579823968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=3511853184579823968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3511853184579823968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3511853184579823968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-woke-up-at-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-2602598311274798504</id><published>2007-10-10T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T21:50:39.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO MORE STRESSFUL PAPERS ANYMORE! haha. and I went crazy today.&lt;br /&gt;So I went out with Rachel and Wan Yin only because Wynne went home first. We went to Plaza Singapura to watch Balls of Fury. The show was ok only, I would say. Furthermore, we got the tickets at $6 so it's quite worth it.&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we went window shopping. Then there was this toy Halloween bat in Precious Thots which was damn cute lah and I went crazy over it. WY and Rachel pangseh-ed me because of that lor and the two childish people went to hide. When I came out of the shop to look for them, one of the two indians outside the shop let the cat out of the bag and pointed to the direction they went. Thanks to them. haha. They got nothing better to do lah. It must be WY's idea, confirmed. =D When I found them, we continued walking to B1 and B2 and saw baby there. He must have stalked us since don't know when. No lah. Actually baby came to pick me up. Then, Rachel and WY went off, so me and baby went to LJS to look at Uncle Nam Chuin and banana eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to Ark and played Mahjong with Uncle Nam Chuin, baby and banana. Finally. I've been having itching to play mahjong since the time I went to Edmund's house. =) Uncle Nam Chuin keep on calling me auntie lor, so I'm taking my revenge now. Lao Lang Keh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow mahjong or Cineleisure??? I can't decide!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-2602598311274798504?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/2602598311274798504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=2602598311274798504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2602598311274798504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/2602598311274798504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/10/whoooooooooooooooo-no-more-stressful.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-3016683297791078817</id><published>2007-10-07T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T18:54:03.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone wants Water Babies? I'm helping my sis clear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/Rwiq5wL5mrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/c6LJcXILW08/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/Rwiq5wL5mrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/c6LJcXILW08/s200/Image023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118528885670648498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole box of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bugis with mummy and sis yesterday. My mother went on a shopping spree and bought so many clothes. She bought a $62 tee from Topshop which baby thinks is crazy. haha. I bought a sleeveless top from Topshop and a dress as well. Then, we went to Sketches to have late lunch. One of the waiters there pissed me off. I signalled to him to give us 2 more menus, I was sure he saw me but he just simply pretended not seeing anything. I started criticising him. The food there was good nevertheless, so it made up for the totally unsatisfactory service. Home, it was, after that. &lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of having even longer hair. Hair extensions will be one solution, but I guess baby will object to it. I think I'll slowly let it grow SLOWLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days of examinations and I'm done. I don't need to go to school on Monday, that means I have one more day to study. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 5 hous to 11th month anniversary. Time really passed very quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-3016683297791078817?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/3016683297791078817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=3016683297791078817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3016683297791078817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3016683297791078817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/10/anyone-wants-water-babies-im-helping-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/Rwiq5wL5mrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/c6LJcXILW08/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16341491.post-3607095308495939189</id><published>2007-09-26T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:43:01.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooncake festival yesterday and baby brought me to eat something better. =D We went to Central noodle restaurant at Parkway and they have those very cute bowls there. haha. It looks like 2 bowls being stuck together so you can have the noodle on one side and the soup on the other. haha. At night, baby asked me if I wanted go downstairs to play candles. I was studying geog, so I didn't go down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby made this for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RvpO8wL5mqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9oMyubZKV9Q/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RvpO8wL5mqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9oMyubZKV9Q/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114487132466551458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very clear. But it says "ADER".  &lt;br /&gt;Sweet right? Sweet right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby and his friends played it on the playground structure itself, very inconsiderate right. It's vandalism. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's geog lecture today and we stayed in school till 4.30pm. Baby came and we went to Old Airport Road hawker centre to &lt;em&gt;da bao&lt;/em&gt; and went to Ark. Then I waited for baby to finish eating and we took auntie's shun feng che back because she wanted to go Sheng Siong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-3607095308495939189?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/3607095308495939189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=3607095308495939189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3607095308495939189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/3607095308495939189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/09/tuesday-mooncake-festival-yesterday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/RvpO8wL5mqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9oMyubZKV9Q/s72-c/Image016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16341491.post-8867029913209666036</id><published>2007-09-23T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T18:21:18.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 more week to exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, my sister and mummy went to meet my auntie and ahma at Tampines, Din Tai Fung for dinner. As usual, we chatted for very long. We reached home at almost 11.30pm. After that, went to bathe and we drank a little because mummy bought vodka. Then I studied and slept at 5am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy woke me up at 2.30pm, then we went to the coffee shop to have lunch. Now, I'm so bored that I'm playing neopets games. &lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. I want to go to Taka to buy the mooncakes topped with cheese tomorrow. It's nice can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-8867029913209666036?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/8867029913209666036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=8867029913209666036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/8867029913209666036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/8867029913209666036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/09/1-more-week-to-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-4620303701631534155</id><published>2007-09-20T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:15:11.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sec3s had to stay back for an English paper today so we left school only at 4.30pm. Sian. I didn't feel like taking the test at all but I test wasn't as bad as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong with everybody today. Wan Yin's a bit les because she keeps touch my hand and playing with my hair. Baby is sot. I'm also sot. Wynne's quite quiet. Nam Chuin thought that I'm looking at him when I'm not. A bit siao right?&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, we were SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO free that we could even send Wynne back home and take the MRT back to BK. Nothing better to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-4620303701631534155?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/4620303701631534155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=4620303701631534155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/4620303701631534155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/4620303701631534155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/09/sec3s-had-to-stay-back-for-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-5084069075647320837</id><published>2007-09-18T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T21:17:38.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*long post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mao Mao:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/Ru_NIE0AxjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_SrkAPbRta4/s1600-h/Image179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/Ru_NIE0AxjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_SrkAPbRta4/s200/Image179.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111529640703346226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he wrote an interesting piece of essay last friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the reason to live in this world? i always thought to myself. i excel in everything [editor's note: REALLY!?!?!?!]: studies, sports, and things which everybody considers important, but i still feel empty deep inside me [editor's note: maybe he was hungry], despite having all the attention in the world. it was that very day, when i first saw her, that i knew why i was born into this world. the true meaning of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had long, black hair, an adorable smile that brought warmth into my heart and big round eyes that immediately captured my attention. she is the type of girl you often see in japanese anime. she is flawless. everything else in the world did not matter to me - except her. to me, nothing can be compared to her... not even my own life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i followed her everywhere [editor's note: STALKER ALERT!!!]; secretly, of course. after school, i would always wait at the same location for her to appear to sit at the exact same place to have her lunch. i found out alot of things about her; from her likes and dislikes to what she was feeling. behind that warm smile of hers is actually sadness, an indescribable kind of sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst time of her day was when she is at home. shouts and arguments could be heard coming from her house, and from time to time, she would run out of the house and spend a few hours at the playground nearby until it was dark. the warmth of her smile would slowly fade away and i would feel terrible seeing her like that. what never fails to cheer me up, however, would be when she finally goes back home at night, because that would mean that she is, at least, safe and sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, one day, something happened. it was at night when i heard shouts coming from her house again. she ran out of the house but instead of walking towards the playground, she ran in the opposite direction, towards the main road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i followed close behind her, unsure of what she was going to do. then i saw a beam of light coming at a fast rate towards her. it was a car! i tried to warn her but it was too late. i summoned all my courage and pushed her out of the way. the last thing i saw was the fear in her eyes; and then, i lost consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up, i found myself lying in the [where else?] hospital. she was beside me, exhausted after keeping vigil by my side for the past few days. a sense of joy filled my heart, the part where it was previously empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from that day onwards, i cherished every moment with her. it is the beginning of a new life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My super-imaginative tuition teacher, Miss Tan Jieying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/Ru_O3U0AxkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XyVCQ2JXyj4/s1600-h/Ms+Tan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/Ru_O3U0AxkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XyVCQ2JXyj4/s200/Ms+Tan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111531551963792962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came up with these super funny endings which made us laugh of a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i totally didn't get why the fast-approaching beam of light has to be a car. i postulated to amos the possibility of scenario A (described below) happening, and i started laughing before i even finished the story. soon everyone was laughing with me (and that included people like wilson, adeline, wenbin, wenyuan, and amos, of course):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternative: Scenario A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw a beam of light coming at a fast rate towards her. it was a car! i summoned up all the courage i had in my scrawny little body and pushed her out of the way. something collided heavily into me, and i felt my breath being knocked out of me. i saw flashes of light. is this how dying feels like? i wondered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ting ting... something chimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it must be heaven's bells. the angels are singing for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i heard a man's voice. i thought it might be God. but erm, surely God doesn't speak singlish? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'EH, ah boy ah, what you think you doing, suddenly rush out liddat... see my bicycle! all because of you lah, you okay anot... not even bleeding.. why you look so stunned? oy. oy. OY!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the bicycle, with the uber bright headlights. i saw the bicycle wheels, still spinning crazily in the air. i saw the bicycle bell. i glanced up at her, hoping she'll understand that all i was trying to do was to save her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she gave me a tight slap. the sound reverbrated throughout the neighborhood and cut across the silent night like a knife through butter. even the uncle winced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'what did you think you were doing! you see, you ruined my dress! were you following me? YOU FREAK! don't let me see you again within ten-meter radius of me or i'll get my boyfriend to hamtump you!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see. original, and funny. bright lights doesn't necessarily HAVE to be a fast-approaching car/truck/lorry/motorcycle (delete where appropriate). we had a good laugh out of this and i think i was the one who laughed the most. HAHA. i went back home, still chortling over the story amos wrote, and i thought of Scenario B, another possible reason why there were bright lights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternative: Scenario B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw a beam of light coming at a fast rate towards her. it was a car! i summoned up all the courage i had in my scrawny little body and pushed her out of the way. something collided heavily into me, and i felt my breath being knocked out of me. i saw flashes of light. is this how dying feels like? i wondered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ouch!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard the heavy thud of something falling to the ground. i stared at the policeman in absolute horror. the torchlight he was holding fell with a clatter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OH MY -' i could scarcely conceal my shock. 'I'm so sorry, i thought you were a car!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'you thought i was a what?' he looked offended. i saw him put a restraining hand over his wobbly, extremely visible pot belly. i gulped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'erm, no, that's not what i meant...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alrighty boy, i don't know what you have in mind, loitering around so late, but i'm bringing you to the station..' and he handcuffed me. i was terrified. the cool metal burned like acid on my wrists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stared at her crazily. 'save me! save me!' i sobbed. 'i'm not a criminal!!!!! no! no! NOOOO~~~!!!!!!!' i screamed as i was dragged forcibly away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still laughing at it as I read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-5084069075647320837?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/5084069075647320837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=5084069075647320837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/5084069075647320837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/5084069075647320837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-mao-mao-and-he-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3syfUwBAnCg/Ru_NIE0AxjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_SrkAPbRta4/s72-c/Image179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16341491.post-8765794447276843117</id><published>2007-09-18T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:44:23.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School=Boring. Examinations=Boring x 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby came to pick me today, accompanied by Nam Chuin. *tsk tsk* Wan Yin, Nam Chuin, baby and me went to Parkway to Mos Burger for lunch and had "lovers meal" with her. haha. They talked a lot of cock, which made me keep laughing lah. After lunch, Wan Yin went off first because she was tired while me, baby and Nam Chuin went to buy food for auntie at Ark. We talked a lot of jiaowei on the journey back. &lt;br /&gt;When we reached Ark, baby turned on the VCD/DVD player which was playing Hi5. It's been like years since I've watched it already can. Then the 2 stupid guys go and jisiao me while I was watching, especially Nam Chuin. After Hi5 finished, I stayed for awhile more before going home.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed something about Nam Chuin. On the bench at Mos Burger, Nam Chuin took half the bench(because he put his leg on it) while my bag occupied a quarter(=D) and baby another quarter. Nevertheless, he still took half of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-8765794447276843117?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/8765794447276843117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=8765794447276843117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/8765794447276843117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/8765794447276843117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/09/schoolboring.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</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-16341491.post-1142462616890860309</id><published>2007-09-12T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:27:50.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WYNNIE!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to bring Wynne's present to school today because I'm totally unaware of the date until Rachel told me. Shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a screw loose in me today. Disturbing people, talking rubbish, making no sense, laughing at any thing and jumping on beds when I see one are what I have been doing today. Sleeping at, at least 1am everyday might be the cause of it. The over-tiredness caused my mind to be out of sorts. It's just like the computer being burnt when it's overused. See, I'm talking rubbish again. I think I shall stop talking before I get carried away again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16341491-1142462616890860309?l=4eternity--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/feeds/1142462616890860309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16341491&amp;postID=1142462616890860309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/1142462616890860309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16341491/posts/default/1142462616890860309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4eternity--.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-wynnie-i-forgot-to-bring.html' title=''/><author><name>Adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086163386421032933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
